The situation in life is always full of ups and downs. When Richard landed on the beach in Benghazi, he thought he was here to fight for his life. When he met the warlord supported by MI6 a few hours later, he was so desperate that he thought

He came to die, and a few hours later when he saw the local troops besieging the city swaggering through the suburbs with their car lights on in the middle of the night, he suddenly felt that the opportunity to change his life had come.

"Are you sure these people are our opponents, Colonel?" Richard pointed to the lights outside the city in disbelief. Such an amateur armed force is not as powerful as the powerful powers like the Federation and the United States, and even the drug dealers in Manchester

They probably have more tactical literacy and equipment advantages than these "armies".

"I'm pretty sure it's them, Mr. Intelligence Officer." The colonel said with a sad face, "They have been harassing the outskirts of Benghazi for nearly three months. My men and I have been trying to drive these bandits away but have made no progress.

Every time they wait for us to arrive, they run away without a trace. Now these people have enriched themselves by robbing our smuggling convoys, but we are troubled by our brothers because we can't get the money.

People’s hearts are floating.”

"Don't you know how to use armed drones? I remember that at least ten 'Alexander' attack aircraft on the assistance list were sent directly to you. MI6 even gave your people a full set of operational training."

Thanks to the director throwing all the information in the office to Richard, he could even memorize how much implementation assistance MI6 had given the colonel through various channels over the years.

"Well..." The corner of the colonel's mouth twitched unnaturally, obviously there must be a story behind this that would make Richard depressed.

"Mr. Colonel, now we are sailors on the same ship. If you lose today, I don't need to say more about what will happen. If I accompany you and lose, I will never go back to London alive. At least on this point, please treat me.

Be honest." Richard tried to reason with the colonel with a dark face.

"Those trained bastards jumped ship. I heard they were bribed by a mercenary group and ran to some ghost place called Malawi or something. Since then, no one under my command knows how to use those high-tech gadgets.

That's it." The colonel was so embarrassed that he wanted to find a crack in the ground to sneak in. If he could not control his subordinates and led to defection, telling him would definitely seriously shake MI6's confidence in supporting him, so the colonel hid it.

Gotta die.

"Where are those drones now? Could they have been taken away by those guys who changed jobs?" However, Richard was no longer in the mood to consider the colonel's deliberate concealment. Compared with these issues that could be discussed slowly in the future,

The first thing Richard needs to consider is how to get those drones into the sky to play their role.

"No, not all were swept away." The colonel's eyes were fixed on the ground, as if there was a devil squatting there that Richard couldn't see.

"...How many are left?" Richard asked, resisting the urge to hit someone.

"Three of them are all stored in the warehouse." The colonel had no choice but to tell the truth, "Because no one knows how to maintain them, even the messy parts and unused ammunition are piled together."

"Is there anyone in Benghazi who has worked as a ground handler?" Richard was silent for a few seconds and then asked again.

"It's gone since the airport was abandoned." The colonel no longer dared to lie. "We smuggle through water and land, and the air blockade is too serious."

"Where are the artillery or armored vehicle maintenance workers? I know that you have six warehouses of federal arms, enough to arm two divisions. How can there be so many things without a single person who can manage them?" I guess it is roughly like this.

As a result, Richard asked again.

"There are quite a few..." Since the colonel can be the leader of this group of smugglers, he still has some control over his subordinates.

"Call everyone to the warehouse where you store the drones. Whether we can make a comeback depends on three aircraft. In addition, let your people clean up the abandoned airport runway. 'Alexander' is the kind of person who can't

A heavy attack aircraft that takes off and lands vertically." Richard made a prompt decision.

"Okay, I'll listen to you. It's all according to what you say." Regardless of whether it was a broken pot or a broken boat, the colonel, who had already lost his mind, leaned on Richard like a drowning man grabbing the last straw, full of hope.

He hopes that this "elite agent" from London can help him preserve his power and life.

In fact, the panic in Richard's heart was no worse than that of the colonel. It's just that his training as an agent and his forbearing personality made him accustomed to keeping his emotions and anger hidden. The biggest advantage of having a poker face is that when a crisis is approaching, you will become everyone.

The one who looks the calmest among them, and is likely to deceive everyone into trusting him.

Two hours later, Richard got all the resources he wanted. Although the colonel's ability to organize his subordinates was very limited, at least when it came time to fight, he knew how to force others to carry out his orders.

"Has anyone here installed missiles?" Richard glanced at the group of temporarily gathered crooked melons and jujubes in front of him, feeling extremely uneasy.

"I, I did, I used to be in the anti-aircraft missile battalion!" A tall, strong but cowardly middle-aged man raised his hand.

"Okay, you bring two people you are familiar with to load these three aircraft. Don't just load the 'Kraine' air-to-surface missiles, the kind that are about one meter and five meters long in a blue box, preferably

Mount all the hardpoints on the three aircraft."

"Let me give it a try." The man acted decisively and immediately ordered two familiar people to start trying to load the attack aircraft.

"Have any of you done any maintenance on the armored vehicles?" Richard asked again.

"I did!"

"I did it too."

Two people who dressed more like DIY enthusiasts than professional engineers stood up at the same time, and they didn't forget to glare at each other when they found out that the other person was standing up.

"Okay, you bring two people to check the battery of the plane, and you bring two people to check the engine transmission of the plane. After they are confirmed to be correct, the two teams will exchange work to ensure that the plane can at least go to the sky."

Richard immediately recognized the rivalry between the two men and took advantage of it.

"No problem!" Both sides said almost in unison.

"Who majors in electronic engineering? It doesn't matter if you don't have a professional degree, just someone who has been exposed to radio technology." After getting the hardware, the next step is the software.

"I'm responsible for network maintenance for the entire Benghazi, okay?" Finally, someone who seemed more reliable appeared.

"Great, have you seen this box? Inside is a set of high-frequency radio transceiver equipment with assembly instructions. I hope you can make it look like the instructions in the two hours and keep it running.

"Richard excitedly pointed to a box at hand.

"This is easy to handle, just give me twenty minutes." The man picked up the manual and glanced at it twice before immediately giving assurance that professionals are reliable.

"One last thing, do any of you like to play VR games? The most important thing is not to get dizzy with 3D!" Just as everyone was busy getting the three planes back into the sky, Richard suddenly made an incredible statement.

Require.

"Ah?" The rest of the people were all confused, and those who had already received the work also looked over here strangely.

"Yes or no, you just need to answer me!" Richard didn't bother to explain anything to these people, he just repeated forcefully.

However, the answer to him was silence. These people in front of him can be said to be the few technical talents left in Benghazi. They have long been worried about keeping this dilapidated city running, and they have no time to spare.

What VR games are you going to play?

"Um...sir, can I do it?" Just when Richard was disappointed, a young soldier who was originally sent to protect Richard's personal safety timidly asked behind him.

"Huh?" Richard looked behind him in surprise and found that all the soldiers were eager to try.

"Do you usually play VR games?" Richard couldn't help but be delighted.

"There are no decent pastimes in this city," the soldier said with a wry smile.
Chapter completed!