Chapter 244 Black Hawk Down

Looking at the Black Hawk helicopter approaching rapidly and at low altitude in the distance, the captain's tense face finally relaxed a little.

"Super Eagle, this is B1. The surrounding area is safe and you can evacuate at any time. Over!"

"Super Eagle received it and will take you home immediately!"

After entering the communication range, the B1 team's personal radio communication device was able to connect to the Black Hawk helicopter not far away. Now they only need to wait for the pilot to stop the helicopter, and they can safely evacuate this damn area.

I saw the Black Hawk helicopter coming from low altitude swinging an arc in mid-air, the tail rotor swinging gracefully 180 degrees, and the helicopter that was originally facing the captain hovered handsomely next to him.

"Huh? He's still a master!"

Sanderson pushed Allen next to him with his shoulder, and his beaming look clearly showed that he had seen the secret of this rapid descent.

"Haha, I hope he won't be court-martialed by the logistics officer."

Allen curled his lips. He bet that with just this set of flying movements, all the alarms that could sound on the Black Shadow should have sounded.

"Guys, we're here to take you home!"

The pilot in the helicopter's driving seat stretched out two fingers and made a salute gesture in front of his forehead. It seemed that the extreme action just now had no impact on him.

Upon seeing this, the captain stretched out his hand and returned the same gesture to express his gratitude, and then walked towards the cabin door against the strong wind whipped up by the helicopter.

"You guys are in such a mess, Soap."

A magnetic voice reached everyone's ears through the radio. Allen, who had just joined the B1 team, was not familiar with this person's voice, so he subconsciously looked at Sanderson.

"Who is Soap?"

However, Sanderson ignored him and followed the captain's footsteps, looking at the helicopter door that slowly opened with surprise on his face.

The captain paused as he boarded the plane. Apparently he recognized the owner of the voice and asked:

"Why is this guy here?"

The door of the Black Hawk helicopter was opened, revealing the appearance of the man inside.

"Team Qian asked me to come and pick you up."

The magnetic voice sounded again, and its owner was clearly the man in front of him.

But what Allen didn't expect was that he thought the person coming would be a strong, capable, unshaven middle-aged man, but he never thought that the man would actually have a skull scarf on his face.

"We can handle this matter ourselves, we don't need you to come here to help us."

The captain's face was a little confused. The death of the doctor and Sweep really made him very unhappy, but it was not to the point where he needed this guy's help.

"141 will never abandon any comrade."

"I know, so I have no intention of going back like this."

The captain looked into the visitor's eyes, and there was no trace of wavering or timidity in his eyes.

"Looks like I've come to the right place."

The man calmed down his aura and extended his right hand towards the captain.

The captain smiled confidently when he saw this, and also stretched out his hand to hold the man's right arm. He used the force to push himself up and easily jumped into the cabin.

The two men who followed the captain followed suit and boarded the helicopter one after another.

"Let me introduce you to Ghost, the deputy team of 141. Ghost, this is Allen."

As soon as Sanderson got on the plane, he greeted the man eagerly, and then took the initiative to introduce Allen, who was confused next to him.

"Hello, I have long admired my name!"

Allen politely reached out his hand and shook the other person's hand, not knowing what to say for a moment.

Fortunately, the ghost was not as repulsive as it seemed. Instead, it was the first to talk about Allen's past.

"I have read your information. You served in the Rangers before, right? Your test scores are pretty good. You are welcome to join."

"Thank you, it's my honor to join 141"

The two briefly chatted for a few words, but before Allen could ask the question he wanted to ask from the beginning, the pilot in the cockpit interrupted several people.

"Guys, let's talk about old times later, fasten your seat belts, we have to leave as soon as possible!"

…

At the same time, the resistance camp——

"Head! My subordinates reported that just now, a helicopter entered our territory. It came from the Gulf of Sirte and headed straight to the south of the city!"

A rebel soldier rushed into the command room in a panic, and without even taking a breath, he reported the news he had just received to Galahad, who was sitting in the chief seat.

Upon hearing this, Galahad, who was still full of glory, immediately stood up and stared at the soldier with a very ugly expression.

"What did you say? Say it again?"

The soldier swallowed when he saw this, looked at the situation in the command room with his peripheral vision, and then repeated the news honestly.

"Those damn Yankees!"

Galahad reached out angrily and slapped the table hard. The bang made the soldier shudder subconsciously.

"What do you guys do for food! You don't even know until people sneak to the door of your house! Why do I need you?"

However, before his anger could continue to flare up, Terrio Barrow's voice came from outside the door.

"Haha, friend, what made you so angry that you even scolded me?"

Hearing this voice, the beard at the corner of Galahad's mouth moved, and he almost spat back.

"Okay, go down. I have something to discuss with your leader."

Barrow waved at the soldier, indicating that he could leave.

The soldier glanced at Galahad, and seeing that he did not object, he did not dare to stay any longer. He nodded gratefully to Barrow, and quickly left the command room, closing the door again before leaving.

"I heard about it. They found those American soldiers and sent a Black Hawk helicopter to sneak into Benghazi to pick them up."

"Then you still want to hang around here? Let them go back, wouldn't our plan be ruined!"

Galahad frowned and shouted loudly, but in his heart he was cursing the damn American for being immoral.

"Don't worry, this is only part of the plan. They will never leave Benghazi alive."

Barrow took out a cigar from his arms and lit it. He didn't care about the ugly expression on Galahad's face at all, and blew the smoke into this guy's face unscrupulously.

"The military dare not do anything to you. Like I said before, they still need you now, just as you still need them."

Galahad did not bother to dispel the secondhand smoke on his face, staring at the man opposite with a pair of bull eyes.

"How can you guarantee that they will not attack us?"

Barrow ignored Galahad in front of him, but walked around him and sat down in his previous position.

"The reason is very simple, because we have something they are afraid of..."

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At the same time-

"Be careful! RPG!"

"Damn! The tail rotor is damaged and the plane is out of control!"

"Everyone hold on! Prepare for a hard landing!"