Red Alert Somalia

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Six hours ago, when the sky gradually brightened.

On the barren plains of northwestern Somalia, beside a pile of burnt airplane wreckage, on a sudden rock, Robs looked at the fuselage and there were many parts of the airplane wreckage intact, and he always had a desire for destruction.However, apart from a self-defense pistol, he has no means at all to destroy the remaining aircraft wreckage.

The raindrops falling from the sky, wanting to be put to the torch is also a futile.

The distress signal in his hand had been sent for twelve hours. Robs didn't know when the rescuers would come, so he could only pray to heaven, and the search team of the Liberty Alliance would come slowly.

"Buzz..." The rotating sound of the propeller came, and the sound came behind him.

Robs didn't turn around to look, but escaped the self-defense pistol and threw it away.He didn't want to resist, nor did he want to make senseless struggles.

"Call the Nighthawk Helicopter and transport the wreckage back."

Robs could understand what the group of people behind him who got off the helicopter said. He had learned Chinese before.Once upon a time, he even thought that if one day his fighter plane was shot down in the sky over China, he could still communicate with the Chinese in the Chinese he learned.

It's just a lifetime, and things change endlessly.Unexpectedly, there is no problem with Chinese communication, but the place has become Somalia.

Fast-paced footsteps came from behind, and two heavily armed soldiers approached him. One of them pointed a weapon at him, and another self-defense pistol that had dropped him was picked up.

One night's wind and rain, Robs didn't think about what to do later, but wanted to fill his stomach quickly.Because I don't know if these guys can understand English, they can only say in Chinese with a foreign accent: "I'm hungry, can you give me something to eat."

The soldier who picked up the weapon next to him didn't say anything, but took out his own breakfast from the tactical backpack at his waist and threw it over.

After Robs took it, he did not go to see the two Liberty Alliance soldiers. He tore the plastic packaging on the surface, opened the box inside, grabbed a piece of camel meat, and gobbled it up.

A minute later, when he drank the last sip of camel milk, he realized that there was an officer wearing a captain's badge standing in front of him.

"Have you finished?" the captain asked in Chinese.

"I'm full!" Robes replied without seeing a life or showing fear.From the time the plane crashed to the present, he has never wanted to escape.

"Very well, from now on, you will be a prisoner."

"I want to ask, where will you take me?" Robes started.

"This is not a problem for you to worry about, let's think about how to live the life of a captive!" After the captain finished speaking, he turned and walked towards the wreckage of the falling bird of prey.

Not long after, Robes was taken into the helicopter, while the rescue device on his body was left behind.At the same time, three Black Hawk helicopters landed aside.After half an hour, this piece of wreckage has been cleaned up, and the surrounding large area has also gone through a detailed search to try not to miss any part.

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Six hours later.

The scene that took place in the depths of the sea is destined to be a huge mystery. Perhaps one day, the king octopus, which is famous in the four oceans, will be solved after strong evidence points to its relationship with Li Lan. .Before these mysteries are solved, Li Lan will naturally remain silent.

However, Li Lan didn't mean to be silent for the SEAL squad who came here by sea wolf.

Those reporters who look forward to getting front-page news at all times, dare not neglect the heavy news given by the Liberty League.

After receiving the notice of big news, these reporters began to follow the guards of the base, circled around the base a few times, and came to a rocky seaside to wait.

Before many reporters were thinking about the big news here, two speedboats came into view on the distant sea.

This time, everyone understood that, with the reassurance of the guards, these reporters were also cautiously hiding behind the rocks in order to better take pictures of the people at close range.

Sure enough, all the members of the SEAL team were shocked by all the silhouettes climbing the slope in the fragmented arm.

Although these reporters do not have weapons in their hands, the lethality of those cameras and cameras is not less than weapons.

The shame was thrown at grandma's house.

What made the 15 SEALs unable to get off the stage most was that the base guards that surrounded them were just a platoon of guards, specially sent by Li Lan.These guards are composed of elites of various arms, and the basic combat personnel are all special forces under the SEAL units.

Every guard soldier is the first-generation individual combat system of the allotment base. It can be said that they are all armed to the teeth.A platoon of thirty-four guard soldiers surrounded fifteen members of the seal team.The strength of both sides was 15 to 34, and the weapons were pointed at each other's head without exception.

The Somali national emblem on the guard soldier's armband, in the rainy water, reveals a halo like aquamarine.With firm gazes, there was no hesitation or withdrawal in the face of scenes that might shoot at each other at any time.

On the other hand, the members of the US Navy SEAL team were a little flustered in the face of the unexpected situation, and they glanced at Captain Bowton from time to time.

"The last warning, immediately put down the weapon and give up unnecessary resistance! This is not a negotiation with you, but an order."

Before Bowton could make a decision, the colonel who was standing across from them once again said sternly without expression.

Bowton hesitated, glanced at the thick slope, the reef and the rubber boat below, and then looked at the gazes of the players around him, his heart was very tangled.

The surrounding reporters also watched the excitement and were not afraid of the big things, and they didn't care if the two sides faced such an anxious confrontation whether they would directly break out of fighting and hurt themselves.I kept pressing the shutter, thinking in my heart what words and phrases should I use to describe the picture at this moment.

"Buzz..."

With the sound of a propeller, two heavily armed attack helicopters also came to this rocky forest in the eastern sky.Below, a sea scorpion appeared on the sea level in the distance.

Facing such a prepared Liberty Alliance, Bowden smiled bitterly in his heart. Such battles have explained too many problems.People even invited reporters, the navy and air force quickly surrounded, and the actions of himself and others were already under the control of the other party.

Looking at the gps distress signal that was still flashing around his waist, Bowton smiled bitterly in his heart: "No wonder you are still flashing, this is obviously fishing! Now we fish have bitten the hook, you probably won't flash anymore."

"How did you know that we were back here?" This is the biggest question in Bowton's heart. At present, the three places, land, sea and air have been surrounded. He knows very well that even in this situation, it is difficult for God to retreat.

The Colonel of the Guards ignored Bowden’s question and reiterated: “You only have the option of being killed by us and being prisoners after resisting. You are not qualified to ask questions. My patience is running out. I count to ten. This is your last Opportunity."

"One..." After the colonel finished speaking, he began to count slowly.

"Hold on! Can you let them all leave." Bowton pointed to the reporters around him and said.

"Captain Bowden, Captain of the 37th Squad, 13th Special Operations Group of the U.S. Marine Corps in the Middle East, your identity is not a secret at all. Everyone here knows your identity. If you still choose to resist, then Your corpses will also be on the headlines of the world’s major media, just like your bird of prey. Life is a flash in the pan, and fifteen lives are exchanged for people’s after-dinner topics. The only thing that will remember you in the future is the old newspaper. . Perhaps someday in the future, someone will accidentally collect this report! Post your deeds on the text." The colonel said lightly: "I hate someone testing my patience. Now, you still have ten seconds. Time to consider."

When the colonel said ten seconds, the surrounding guard soldiers had already placed their fingers on the trigger, and the colonel's hand was also raised, as long as he gently waved it, the scene must be bloody.

Bowton was silent, but ten seconds were as long as ten years. He felt a faint pain in his heart as he watched the complicated glances from his comrades around him.I think of the scenes of everyone training, sleeping, drinking, and chatting together, and the nostalgia when they talk about their families.The finger wanted to pull the trigger, but couldn't do it anyway.

Ten seconds have passed, and the upper correction must wave his hand, and Captain Bowton hurriedly said: "We surrender! But I request that we must be treated well in accordance with international law."

The members of the fourteen seal squads around, heard the urgent voice of the captain, some heaved a sigh of relief, some unwillingness flashed across their faces, and some still showed no expression.But one thing is consistent, that is, the fingers have left the weapon trigger.

The colonel did not respond immediately to Bowton's words, but changed his angle and waved his hand. Half of the soldiers of the Guards put away their weapons and took out the handcuffs and shackles from their waists.At this time, the colonel said: "Please rest assured, we have a system. For those who voluntarily surrender, we will not abuse or cause any harm to your personal life. Of course, all of this. The premise is that you can safely accept the trial for the crime of invasion. Now, putting down your weapons, no matter which one makes a dangerous move, will cost each of you his life."

"Perhaps this is a relief!" Bowden didn't say much. When he put down his weapons, the other fourteen members of the SEAL team also put down their weapons.