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Chapter 458 The End of an Era! (Second Update!)

"Is this for real?" Jacob took the documents with some skepticism. When he opened them, he realized that there were actually two intelligence reports in his hand.

Both intelligence reports pointed to Beniwalid, and the locations were very clear and specific, almost as if someone had personally led Gaddafi into the room and then betrayed him.

With a flick of his right finger, Jacob returned the documents to Jonas in front of him:

"Strategist Jonas, I suspect something's fishy here! We need to be more careful!"

"It's no use if you think it's a trap!" Jonas took the documents with a relaxed expression, shrugged, turned around, and slowly walked forward, speaking as he went:
"This is a mission from the theater command. You must go now, and quickly."

"We must pinpoint Gaddafi's location and capture him alive."

"Mission failed if we can't catch them!"

He walked back to the sand table, put the documents down, and then turned to look at Jacob:

"Captain Jacob, you are from the 173rd Airborne Brigade Combat Team. I won't go into unnecessary details. Now I will tell you the detailed operation plan."

"We cannot verify the authenticity of these two intelligence reports. We need you to enter Benivolid to confirm their veracity."

"It's 7 p.m. now. In an hour and a half, you will board a C130 transport plane and depart from the temporary airport right here on our feet."

"In about 40 minutes, you will arrive over Beniwalid, where you will need to parachute to safety and then enter the city."

"As you approach Beni Walid, a formation of bombers deployed at Benghazi Airport to the east will also take off. The journey from Benghazi Airport to Beni Walid will take about an hour."

"When you arrive near the target area, you will encounter our informant. I have already sent the contact code to your personal terminal."

"The conditions they want are also packed in your mission boxes. Remember to use them to exchange for the terms later."

"Finally, the entire bombing mission will last about two hours. During the bombing, the Libyans should not have the time or energy to care what you want to do."

"That means you have 1+2 hours of task time."

"We are now two hours away from the takeoff of the first batch of bombers."

"You have 20 minutes of rest time, which you can use to handle some work."

After Jonas finished speaking, he placed his hands on the table and stared intently at Jacob.

After a long while, Jacob nodded slightly: "Please arrange it as soon as possible."

After leaving those words, Jacob led his team to take care of some remaining tasks.

Ten minutes later, a C130 transport plane took off from Bengaldan's temporary airport, heading southeast into the desert before climbing up near the mountains and flying east along the mountains toward Beniwalid.

At the airport, the major assigning tasks watched the helicopter take off. He silently took out a cell phone and dialed a number:

"General, the assault team has already set off!"

After hearing two "okay"s from the other end, the major hung up the phone and returned to the warehouse as if nothing had happened to continue reviewing intelligence.

About 30 minutes later, a Chinook helicopter equipped with an auxiliary fuel tank took off from the makeshift airfield, also heading towards Beniwalid.

Forty minutes later, the bomber formation deployed at Benghazi Airport taxied to the runway, and after a short run-up, the planes soared into the sky and flew toward Beniwalid.

The water from the Nafsa Mountains flows through the middle of Beniwalid, creating a green belt in the city center. Gaddafi's hideout was located on the south side of this green belt.

A C130 transport plane flew overhead, dropping a large pile of leaflets, and hidden among these leaflets were several people.

As members of the 173rd Airborne Brigade Combat Team, Jacob and others are best known for their high-altitude low-opening parachute jump, where they jump from a higher altitude and then deploy their parachutes at a lower altitude.

This tactic can be used to effectively evade enemy defenses when deploying paratroopers at night.

As the ground drew closer, Jacob decisively gave the order: "Open the parachute."

With a soft shout, twelve white parachutes opened above the green belt and silently disappeared into it under the cover of night.

Upon landing, Jacob cut the cable and immediately pulled out his equipment to check his location, while also verifying the mission location shown in the intelligence report.

After the verification was completed, the others came over. After checking the forms, the 12 people slowly made their way towards the yard next to the green belt.

As they approached the courtyard, Jacob raised his hand and divided the 12-man team into three smaller groups. The first and second groups separated to the left and right, keeping each other within his sight, and then they took turns searching forward.

The three squads consist of two sniper teams. Team A is responsible for providing cover for their teammates, while Team B is responsible for watching Team A's rear to prevent anyone from sneaking up on them.

And so, the first and second groups took turns searching, slowly arriving at a location 200 meters outside the target yard. Just as they were about to continue forward, a flashlight beam shone from the direction of the yard, followed by four long and two short flashes in succession.

Seeing the light, Jacob couldn't hold back any longer. He also turned on his tactical flashlight and flashed it at the other side, four long and two short flashes.

Once the lights stopped flashing, the two sides had made contact.

Successfully making contact with the informant should have been a happy occasion, but Jacob became suspicious from the moment he stepped out. So, even after receiving the coded message, Jacob did not send his team members out immediately. Instead, he sent a quick-thinking person to move to the left front along the river, creating a distance of about 200 meters between himself and the team, before sending a signal back to the informant.

After sending four long and two short signals, the other party quickly responded.

The signal connection was successful. The team member moved closer to the other side and sent another signal.

After sending four more signals, the two finally managed to get together.

The person giving the signal was Damira.

At this moment, he had changed his clothes. His once meticulously groomed beard was now shaved off and his hair was a mess. His originally resolute face was now marked with several scratches, making him look like someone who had just been dug out of the ruins.

Continuing on, Damira remained cautious. He carefully examined the American soldier in front of him, scrutinizing all his equipment before finally confirming that this person was indeed an American soldier.

It wasn't people from the eastern tribes impersonating them, nor was it people from the Wafara tribe impersonating them.

He removed the magazine, raised his hands and leaned forward: "Hello, my name is Lamida, and I used to be a member of Gaddafi's personal guard."

On the other side, the lone soldier America had been searching the surroundings since Damira appeared. Upon hearing this, she suddenly turned her head and pointed her gun at Damira.

After a few seconds, perhaps realizing his actions had been too aggressive and impolite, he took two steps back, slightly lowered the muzzle of his gun, and aimed it at Damira's leg.
"Is Gaddafi really here?"

"exist!"

"Wait a moment..." Upon receiving this answer, the team member raised his hand to make a stop gesture, then pressed the microphone. Just as he was about to speak, a voice came from the alleyway in front of them, along with flashing lights.

The team member, not daring to be careless, quickly and stealthily retreated. Damira followed behind, backing away until they reached a corner. Each found cover, and as she vaulted over, the American soldier subtly glanced at Damira. The sounds from ahead reached the alleyway. After a series of soft footsteps and voices, the group moved to the middle of the alley and flashed their lights towards the distant river and dense forest.

This time, the order of the lights was two long and three short.

After flashing five or six times in a row, Jacob's voice came through the team member's earpiece: "Damn it, this is an informant too!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the same lights flickered in the distant woods, the same two long and three short flashes.

The flashing was fast, but the people in the alley returned even faster.

The signal connection was successful. The team member hiding in the corner made a small sound first, and then whispered to the other side, "Hello!"

The men in the alley were also startled, but upon hearing the greeting, they stepped out of the alleyway with their guns drawn and their faces full of vigilance. When they saw that it was Americana's uniform, they breathed a sigh of relief.

They had just lowered their guns when they turned around and saw Damira, who had undergone a complete transformation.

Although he has changed his appearance, everyone recognizes him after spending several days with him.

Damira also knew these people who came over.

Several young elders of the Wafara tribe.

Both sides exchanged knowing smiles, then silently raised their guns, not pointing them at each other, but on guard.

Soldier America watched from the sidelines without offering any words of dissuasion.

From his perspective, the fact that these two groups were facing off at least proved that Gaddafi was nearby.

A few minutes later, Jacob arrived with his team. The two groups immediately shook hands and made peace, walking together toward Jacob.

After exchanging greetings, the elders and Damira walked ahead on either side, with Jacob and his American soldiers following behind.

Soon, the group went around the wall and entered the courtyard through a side gate. As they passed through the side gate, Jacob saw bloodstains that were slowly flowing down the wall, but had already dried.

Looking up, they found it was a hidden sentry on the wall.

Have the hidden sentries been eliminated?

Once the others had entered the yard, Jacob waved, and the four members of the second group split up into pairs and began searching the yard.

The two groups of people leading the way carefully led Jacob and his companions up the stairs, and at the corner of the stairs, they opened the inconspicuous wooden door.

Jacob did not rush in, but instead let Damira go in first.

Not long after the other party went inside, several muffled groans came from inside, along with several muffled gunshots, the sound of silenced pistols.

After a while, Damira appeared at the entrance: "It's all cleaned up!"

The second search team returned and confirmed that there were no more survivors in the courtyard. Upon receiving this news, Jacob took the lead, following Damira, while keeping a distance from the others before entering the tunnel.

There were patrols in the underground passage. When these people saw the injured Damira and the elders, they did not raise any alarms, but instead came over with smiles to greet them.

But when they came smiling, they were greeted by bullets from Damira and the elders.

The muffled gunshots echoed through the underground passage, eventually startling Gaddafi out of his safe hiding place. He ran out of his room and found a room he thought was safe, a room used for storing supplies, to hide in.

No sooner had he left than Damira and the elders arrived.

Not seeing anyone, the two sides exchanged a glance and began anxiously shouting Gaddafi's name.

At the same time, a comprehensive search was launched.

In less than 10 minutes, they found Gaddafi in the room where supplies were stored. Upon seeing him, Damira ran over with tears in her eyes and knelt down on one knee before Gaddafi.

"Sir, there is a traitor among us. I was attacked on my way back from looking for Elder Taraya, but fortunately these elders from the council came looking for me and saved me."

"We need to move."

Hearing the voices, Gaddafi turned his gaze to the people in front of him. They were all injured, and they were all his closest people.

These people were closer to him than some of the corpses on the ground.

He almost subconsciously believed these people.

Or rather, at this critical juncture, he had no one left to trust, so he could only choose the best among the worst and trust the people in front of him.

He straightened his clothes and walked out of the storage room.

The next second, two burly men stepped out from the group of elders, grabbed Gaddafi from the left and right, and finally simply lifted him up like a chick.

After subduing the man, Damira whistled, and then Jacob led his men out from the corner and slowly approached Gaddafi.

He pulled out a photo and looked at Gaddafi from all angles.

After checking the photos, he took out a small piece of paper, on which were recorded some of Gaddafi's characteristics.

Holding the paper, Jacob pressed Gaddafi down and examined him from top to bottom, and for the time being, he believed that this was Gaddafi.

He hadn't expected it to go so smoothly, so smoothly that it was almost unbelievable.

He took the mission box from his teammate. The box was opened, and inside were 20 blank America ID cards and a small handheld information entry terminal.

After handing the two items to the person in front of him, Jacob led Gaddafi away along the route they had come from.

Even as they evacuated, they were extremely cautious, constantly on guard against the two groups of people behind them.

After they disappeared into the corner, Damira asked the elders in front of her, "Aren't you... afraid of Elder Taraya?"

Among the elders, a bearded man who looked to be in his forties scratched his head awkwardly, then put his hand down and said with an innocent and harmless expression, "Well... the president's personal guard captain, Damira, betrayed President Gaddafi for personal gain, and a few of us elders accidentally learned of the secret during our patrol, so we launched a fierce attack."

"But in the end, they were no match for Damira and her personal guards, and American soldiers took the president away."

"Captain Damira, do you think this reason is appropriate?"

(End of this chapter)