Chapter 246 Prey or Hunter?

"Report! Our men successfully shot down the helicopter, but only two pilots died on the scene. The soldiers are still alive and are currently being hunted in the city!"

After hearing the report from his men, Galahad's face finally eased a little. At least now it seems that Barrow, the American, did not lie to him. He had indeed prepared for the ambush long ago.

"Good, very good! Remember to tell them to work faster for me. I want to see the people alive and the bodies dead!"

Galahad waved his hand to signal his men to retreat, then turned around and looked at Trio Barrow who was calm and composed.

"You really caught them, but it's a pity that only two died. What are you going to do with the rest?"

"No hurry, hunting has always been about patience. Only when the prey is exhausted can we enjoy the most complete fun."

"They are not rabbits that can only run away. What's more, rabbits will bite people when they are anxious. Aren't you afraid that they will bite you back when they are desperate?"

Trio Barrow took a sip from the water cup beside him and moistened his throat a little.

"They don't have that ability. As I said before, they are just monkeys in a circus. They won't be able to jump around for long."

"I hope so."

...

In the military operations command room, an intelligence adjutant who was responsible for keeping in touch with the B1 team suddenly stood up.

"General! Emergency! The helicopter we just sent to rescue the B1 team was shot down! Two pilots died, and the rest of the team members are currently dispersing to avoid the enemy's pursuit!"

General Ross, who was originally discussing the next plan with the side, looked at each other after hearing this, and said in his heart, "As expected."

"Order the drone to take off!"

"Yes! The Predator drone has taken off, and the estimated arrival time is 3 minutes!"

General Ross frowned and silently put down the coffee in his hand.

"They really took the bait. Aren't they afraid that we will turn against them directly?"

Sheffield sighed. This situation was not what he wanted to see, but he was not the protagonist at the moment.

"The ignorant are fearless. Perhaps it is because the previous victory came too easily, which made them overestimate themselves and underestimate us."

"Hmph, if it weren't for the pressure from the Security Council, I would have personally led people to Libya to deal with that idiot, and there would be no turn for these bastards!"

General Ross snorted lightly, then looked up at the big screen, which was showing the picture of the western coast of Benghazi.

"People are greedy, they are smart enough to think they can be hunters, but they don't know that they are the prey."

Sheffield took a sip of his own cup of coffee and frowned slightly.

"Your taste is really bad."

"Drink it or not!"

...

Da Da Da! Da Da Da!

The sound of PKM general-purpose machine guns kept coming from the alley not far ahead. It sounded like the enemy was suppressing fire at a certain position.

During the period, there were also many sounds of AK rifles. It seemed that the current situation of Ghost and others was not ideal.

Soap made a quiet gesture, and then moved towards the alley entrance lightly.

"Ghost, is that PKM shooting at you?"

The enemy's firepower continued, and they didn't notice the movement behind them.

"Who else can it be except us! If you can deal with him, hurry up, I'm fed up with that broken thing!"

Soap stopped talking after hearing this, motioned Allen to follow, then slowly touched the corner of the wall, slightly popped out half of his body, and observed the situation outside.

Not far from the alley was an intersection, and a white pickup truck was parked on the side of the road. The PKM machine gun mounted on the car kept pouring fire at the windows of the building across the street, as if it was a fight to the death.

There were three enemies standing next to the pickup truck. Except for the guy who was firing on the car, all of them had an AK in their hands.

There were many people on the opposite side of the street approaching the building suppressed by the machine gun. Obviously, they were going to sneak closer to steal people.

Soap estimated the number of people. There were at least 20 people in total. No wonder Ghost and his men were trapped here. The PKM alone was quite difficult to deal with.

Allen patted Soap's shoulder, meaning "What should we do? Should we go?"

Soap stretched out two fingers, pointed at the machine gunner on the carriage and a guy next to the truck, and signaled Allen to let him deal with these two.

Allen nodded to indicate OK, then raised his gun and aimed at the machine gunner's head, ready to shoot at any time.

However, Soap stretched out his hand to press the muzzle of his gun, and then signaled Allen to wait for his signal.

Allen was a little confused, but he still temporarily moved his index finger on the trigger to the trigger guard.

Soap put the rifle back behind his back, pulled out the pistol from his waist, and then slowly moved towards the position of the truck in Allen's surprised eyes.

The three enemies guarding the truck did not see Soap approaching, after all, the sound of the PKM gun was really deafening.

Not to mention that Soap deliberately lowered his steps, even if Soap rushed over at this moment, the machine gunner might not be able to hear whether there was anyone behind him.

With the cover of the abandoned car on the street, Soap slowly touched the back of an unlucky guy.

At this time, he was only a few meters away from the truck, but the enemy had no intention of looking back.

It seemed that due to the long-term fire suppression, the PKM's ammunition belt was almost exhausted. The machine gunner on the truck turned his head and yelled at the guy next to him, apparently wanting him to help reload.

Soap did not act rashly, but lowered his body slightly, hiding his figure completely behind the unlucky guy.

The guy who was yelled at was stunned for a moment, and it took him a while to react that he was asked to help change the bullets. Seeing that the belt on the PKM was about to hit his head, he hurriedly climbed up the car to look for the spare belt.

Good opportunity!

Alan, who was always watching the situation here, was delighted when he saw this, and his index finger was on the trigger again.

As if sensing Alan's thoughts, Soap in front also tightened his pistol at the same time.

Just when the machine gun on the car was temporarily calmed down, Soap, who had been suppressed for a long time, aimed the muzzle at the enemy on the other side who was also facing away from him.

Click!

The machine gunner pulled the bolt to reload the PKM machine gun, and was about to pull the trigger to continue fire suppression, but a bullet pierced his head first.

Bang! Bang!

Four consecutive gunshots accurately killed four enemies near the truck. Before the enemy on the street could even react, their armed pickup trucks had already changed owners.

Soap bypassed the body that he had shot from the back of the head, and jumped onto the pickup truck in two steps.

Then, without giving the enemy a chance to look back, he kicked the machine gunner's body away, picked up the PKM and fired dozens of bullets at the unsuspecting enemy.

His hands were shaking, but he had no intention of stopping.

The sound of bullets pouring and the screams of the enemy resounded throughout the street. Even if the enemy's flesh and blood were flying and corpses were everywhere, it could not calm Soap's anger.

"All of you, die!!!"