Iligobakda International Airport.
A C-130 transport plane flown from Kuwait landed on the runway and taxied to the apron, where the cargo door slowly opened.
Nathan, in tactical gear, appeared at the rear of the cabin.
This plane was specially transporting him and his two "Watcher" squads for the mission to eliminate Song Heping. This ti, the CIA's Secret Action Departnt really spared no expense, usually dispatching one "Watcher" squad for regular commands, but this ti they dispatched two.
Nathan had been in charge of the Secret Action Departnt's affairs in Zone Z and was very familiar with the ard factions and various geopolitical relationships here.
That Kelly sent him this ti showed the importance she attached to the matter.
Before coming, he had requested that the CIA's Illigo Station collect all intelligence on Song Heping and Samir's "People's Power" ard group, and prepare the on-site data for Hawkins and Jody, who had been attacked.
He especially ordered station chief Simon to imdiately utilize drones and other resources to conduct 24-hour continuous patrol flights over the southwestern area, monitoring every move of all ard factions there.
He judged that Song Heping would definitely take action against the I5I5 organization this ti.
After all, the CIA was using the I5I5 organization to attack Song Heping's business operations and the man himself.
Based on Nathan's investigation into Song Heping's past, he felt this man was definitely vengeful. It was said that Song Heping was now in the southwest of Illigo, further confirming Nathan's judgnt of Song Heping's intentions.
With ample visibility in Illigo, Nathan stepped out of the aircraft, looked around, and outside the apron, a convoy from the CIA station was already waiting.
Humvees, armored vehicles, and more.
There was also a platoon of US Marines assigned to provide escort.
In a place like Illigo, Nathan had to be cautious.
Over the past two years, the situation in Illigo had beco sowhat subtle.
When the US Army first arrived, although there were many attacks against them, those were mainly from scattered fighters of Sadam's forr governnt army forming resistance organizations.
Three years later, as the big nas on the playing card arrest warrants were apprehended one by one, these organizations gradually dwindled.
That was the best ti for the US Army in Illigo.
Unfortunately, this situation did not last for two years before the situation began to decline rapidly.
New local ard forces erged in various regions, and none of them were fond of the US Army.
Attacks on the US Army, including bombings and sniper incidents, started to beco prevalent.
The recent situation was even more unfavorable.
Even within the newly supported puppet governnt, many political forces began to call for the US Army to leave Illigo.
This was a very embarrassing slap in the face.
After all, they appeared in Illigo as liberators.
Now that the locals are asking you to leave, it's awkward not to go, as it would imply an occupation.
To leave though, felt unsatisfactory.
The war in Illigo involved not just the interests of the military-industrial complex but also those of energy groups, including the big shots inside the military, who all hoped the war would continue.
After all, with hundreds of billions in military spending poured in here annually, even passing through hands would get a taste of the profits, which Pentagon bigwigs and commissioners like Smith would hardly halt, as they all profited imnsely from this war.
Leave?
The invested money hadn't even returned profits yet!
Arica certainly doesn't do losing deals!
Nathan was very satisfied with the level of escort provided. He took out the Ray-Ban sunglasses hanging on his tactical vest, coolly put them on, picked up his gear bag, turned around, waved his hand, and gave his n the order— "Mount up!"
Everything went smoothly.
Disembark, get in vehicles.
The convoy soon left the airport.
The radio crackled, with intermittent communications between the vehicles.
"Attention ahead, evade, there's a slow-moving truck, overtake it…"
"40 ters to the left front, three n in robes, suspicious…"
"200 ters to the bridge, stay alert for the bridge above…"
The Marine platoon was responsible for guarding the front and rear, looking very tense; every vehicle that had a weapon mount on its roof was now in combat readiness, ready to fire at anything they perceived as a threat, even a dog.
"Why has the speed slowed down?"
"Lieutenant, there seems to be a traffic jam ahead!"
Sitting inside one of the armored Lincolns, Nathan now shifted his gaze from the laptop screen.
The speed of the convoy slowed down.
He closed the laptop and looked out the window.
The surroundings were packed with civilian vehicles.
Many of them were tanker trucks.
Now, the biggest inco for Illigo cos from the oil business.
Here, tanker trucks are everywhere.
Next to the huge tanker truck, Nathan felt a twinge of unease.
"Tell them if it's not working then take a detour, check with the command center, see if any other outposts have noticed anything, if the road is too congested, there's no need to go this way..."
Before he could finish, an anxious voice from the Marine Corps suddenly ca through the radio.
"We've contacted the command center, a car bomb was found ahead, and the bomb disposal team is handling it now."
Upon hearing this, Nathan's brows instantly furrowed.
"How could this be such a coincidence?!"
"Watcher" squad leader Rod looked around vigilantly.
All around were vehicles.
He didn't even dare to roll down the window.
The glass is bulletproof; lowering it would be like giving a sniper an opportunity to shoot.
"We need to change the route, we can't just wait here."
Rod made a decision imdiately.
"I agree."
Nathan expressed his agreent.
Traffic jams are a common tactic used by terrorists or mbers of the Resistance Organization.
They force vehicles to stop on the highway.
Then they seize the opportunity to attack.
The speed of any ard escort convoy must be ensured.
In case of an attack, they must accelerate imdiately to leave the ambush zone.
This is an iron rule.
"Contact the command center, see if we can change the route."
"Already contacted, we can divert, there is an exit 70 ters ahead on the right, which leads to E1 highway, it's three kiloters longer but it's clear."
"Then let's take the E1 highway, hurry and get out of here back to the green zone!"
"Understood, diverting now."
"Send so people down, have the cars ahead move aside to let us through, don't delay here!"
The conversation was very brief.
The willingness to leave was very strong.
Nathan's nerves began to tense.
He picked up the HK416 compact assault rifle that was resting by his thigh, checked the safety, and the chamber.
The bullet was already chambered.
Nathan gently disengaged the safety, pointed the barrel down, and gently placed it between the seat and the door, positioning it so he could fire at any ti while ensuring it wouldn't accidentally harm his comrades.
A few Marine Corps mbers got down from the Humvee in front, holding their guns as if prepared for a major threat, and began driving away the surrounding civilian vehicles.
"Move aside! Move aside! Don't obstruct the military operation!"
The leading sergeant, a tall and massive black man with shining white teeth and bulging eyes like temple guardians, made the Illigos around him quickly swerve their steering wheels, moving towards the side of the road.
No one wanted to ss with Arican soldiers.
Soon, a path was cleared in the road ahead.
The leading Humvee roared as it turned and headed towards the right lane.
The Marine Corps mbers quickly got back into the vehicles, and the convoy sped up again.
Not far away, on the rooftop of a building, under a shed covered with plastic sheeting, a telescope with a light-blocking net was drawn back.
"The convoy has changed course to E1."
"Good, pull out."
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