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Chapter 459 Where Did My 1000 Tons of Gold Go? (Third Update!)

The elders looked at Damira with a half-smile, and at the same time, they slowly moved forward, trying to surround Damira.

Damira was Gaddafi's personal guard captain and a veteran of many years. He knew exactly what these guys wanted to do the moment they bent over.

He smiled calmly, pulled a small remote control from his pocket, waved it at the group, and continued calmly, "I don't think this reason is appropriate."

“I think it’s because someone in the council of elders was dissatisfied with Elder Taraya’s arrangements, so they secretly colluded with the Americans and wanted to hand over President Gaddafi.”

"And I, Damira Kentria, along with the others from the Elder Council, discovered this plot, and thus, a battle ensued."

"However, the American soldiers were simply too powerful, and we were unable to contend with them. In the end, the president fell into the hands of the American people."

"What do you all think of this plan?"

The elders on the other side ignored him and instead focused all their attention on the remote control in his hand.

Damira was the captain of Gaddafi's personal guard, so he was in charge of security in this compound.

He may have planted a bomb, or he may not have.

But those present were inclined to believe that this guy had planted the bomb.

Because he's a cunning old bastard!
"Then who will be the spy for the Elders' Council?"

Faced with this question, Damira appeared quite casual. Holding the remote control in his hand, he pointed to the corner of the storage room where Gaddafi had just been hiding: "Whoever you think is Gaddafi is, that's who it is, including Elder Taraya!"

His deliberate action naturally aroused the curiosity of the other members of the elders' council. Some people stepped out from the crowd, went into the storage room, and rummaged around in the spot he was pointing to for a while.

A bomb was found.

Now they finally confirmed that Damira had planted a bomb in the underground space.

Having confirmed this, the elders exchanged glances and agreed to Damira's plan.

Anyway, it's just about finding someone to take the blame.

The three generations of elders in the council have never been of one mind; they are only bound together by interests. Now, selling out a few people is considered a contribution to the unity of the council.

And so, with guns pointed at each other, the two slowly emerged from the underground passage, and then disappeared back into the darkness.

Meanwhile, Jacob's team, along with Gaddafi, slowly made their way up the river towards the evacuation point.

This operation avoided a large-scale gunfight due to the presence of two groups of informants. The only gunfight that occurred took place underground and had virtually no impact on the surface.
Therefore, this operation was almost the easiest mission of Jacob and his men's military careers.

Although the task was easy, Jacob remained vigilant.

At a distance of about 800 meters from the extraction point, he raised his hand, signaling the two sniper teams of the third group to leave the valley and approach the extraction point from the left and right sides of the valley.

Thus, the 12-person group split into three teams and continued to approach the evacuation point.

When they closed to within 400 meters, the sniper from Team A suddenly spoke into the microphone:
"There's a situation at the evacuation point! There are people! Fully armed people! And helicopters, equipped with the same gear as us!"

Upon hearing this, Jacob immediately ordered the two sniper teams of the third group to take cover, and then he raised his left hand to check their mission time.

Since landing, the stopwatch has shown 1 hour and 32 minutes, meaning there is still about an hour and a half until the mission is completed.

In such raids, to ensure safety, the helicopters that come to pick up the attackers will arrive at the exact time.

This would prevent the helicopter from arriving prematurely and alerting the terrorists.

But now, the helicopter has arrived ahead of schedule.

If a shepherd happens to pass by, sees this, and reports it to other terrorists, then this evacuation point will be immediately attacked, and those carrying out the mission...

99% chance of dying on the spot.

There's a 1% chance you'll be captured and tortured to death.

Jacob took a deep breath, fastened his night vision goggles, and after everyone was ready for battle, he had the communications officer turn on the radio to contact command.

Over the radio, he repeatedly confirmed with Jonas the number of personnel, the equipment being carried, and the helicopter, and finally contacted him directly via radio.

After going back and forth like this for about 20 minutes, he finally confirmed that the people on the other side of the helicopter were a bunch of useless teammates.

They set off early and arrived early as well.

idiot!

After cursing under his breath, Jacob led his men out of the shadows and toward the helicopter parked in the river.

Sensing the movement in the darkness, the men next to the helicopter also pointed their guns at the source of the sound. When they saw that it was Jacob and his group, they visibly breathed a sigh of relief.

When they saw Gaddafi tightly bound in a bag, their smiles widened.

The leader walked over naturally, opened his arms, and embraced Jacob:
"Hey bro, you guys are famous now!"

"A thousand-mile raid led to the capture of Gaddafi!"

"We just received word that the bombing is about to end, and we need to get on the plane and leave immediately."

"Throw Gaddafi up there first!"

At the leader's command, the people next to the helicopter came over and, together with Jacob's men, carried Gaddafi onto the plane.

Perhaps anticipating his fate, Gaddafi began to struggle desperately after being thrown onto the plane, trying to escape.

The others who had climbed onto the helicopter first quickly held him down to prevent him from moving.

Beside him, the leader of the group quietly raised his left hand and then quietly waved it down.

The mission was accomplished, and Jacob's men were overjoyed, for they had captured a head of state.

This achievement might earn them a medal of honor.

Even if they don't get the medal, they can still get a cross, which will give them a lot of benefits after they retire.

Thinking about the good life ahead, their smiles grew even wider.

The group chatted and laughed as they closed their weapons, leaned against the plane door, and waved to Jacob, who was not far away.

Just then, directly in front of them, at the helicopter door, the soldier who had been resting his hand on the machine gun slowly raised the muzzle of his gun.

Jacob noticed this and had just shouted "Watch out!" when the gunshot rang out.

The team members leaning against the door were instantly pierced by bullets and turned into bloody gourds.

This tragic scene caught Jacob's eye. He wanted to question them, but he knew now was not the time. The other party dared to appear here and was able to contact the command center and speak directly with him.

That means there's a big problem internally.

Their target was Gaddafi.

既然如此……    他几乎在0.01秒之内就做出决定，用0.1秒的时间拔枪，在短短三秒内，将mk25扩容弹夹中的20发9×19毫米子弹全部打空。

The helicopter was about 30 meters away from him. As he fired, an M60 machine gun not far away also turned its muzzle and aimed at him. Bullets from both sides clashed, and the M60 machine gun bullets hit Jacob, turning him into a sieve.

His 20 bullets bypassed the machine gunner and riddled Gaddafi, who was being held down on the ground next to the machine gunner, with bullets.

In the last second before losing consciousness, Jacob smiled as he slowly collapsed, because at that moment, his marksmanship was exceptional; of the 20 bullets fired, 18 hit Gaddafi, including about 10 that struck vital areas.

Dead!
Beside the helicopter, the leader of another team stared wide-eyed at the scene.

All of this happened too fast.

He was completely taken aback, and he never expected that this damned Jacob would actually fire all his bullets at Gaddafi before he died.

This……

Ruined!
"Damn it!" the team leader cursed, walked up to Jacob's body, and kicked him. He was still not satisfied and kicked him several more times. Only after kicking the body did he call people over to clean up the battlefield.

Jacob and his team members were stripped of all their equipment, leaving them only in their underwear.

When all the equipment was piled up in front of the leader, he received another piece of bad news—Jacob's squad did not have the intelligence they had obtained from Gaddafi.

But now, the only survivor, Gaddafi, is dead.

They wanted the intelligence, but they couldn't get it!

"Damn it!" the team leader cursed again before angrily ordering the equipment to be thrown onto the plane.

Five minutes later, the helicopter took off.

With an external fuel tank, the Chinook helicopter has a range of 1300 kilometers. So, after taking off from Beniwallid, the helicopter did not go to Benghazi in the east, but went directly north, crossed the Mediterranean Sea, and landed on the USS Eisenhower, which was loitering in the Mediterranean.

In the command center of the USS Eisenhower, Edwin, who was supposed to be stationed in Stuttgart, Germany, appeared quietly.

After taking a sip of tea, the intelligence officer below delivered the intelligence.

The people who carried out the hijacking plan have successfully returned and brought Gaddafi back with them.

Upon seeing this line of text, Edwin's face lit up with a wide smile. As everyone knows, Gaddafi was extremely greedy. During his decades in power in Libya, he used various means to amass a vast fortune.

In addition, he also stole more than 1000 tons of gold from the Central Bank of Libya.

Experts estimate that the Gaddafi family's open and covert funds are at least around $2000 billion, or even higher.

Gaddafi is a Libyan, and the Libyan transitional government will definitely step forward to demand these funds.

What I need to do now is to get my hands on these funds before a transitional government is formed.

Finally, give back a little more as a symbolic gesture.

That's it!

Edwin was happy, but the intelligence officer next to him had a rather strange expression.

But Edwin didn't notice. He took a deep breath, gave the intelligence officer a gentle nudge, and said excitedly, "Let's go see our treasure!"

The intelligence officer didn't respond, but simply nodded awkwardly and then led the way.

As he walked, Edwin realized something was wrong.

Gaddafi has just been captured and brought back alive, so the direction we're heading now is either the interrogation room or the medical ward. What's going on...?

Why is this the road to the morgue?

At that moment, a bad feeling crept into Edwin's mind.

But he didn't ask. Instead, he continued to follow the intelligence officer and walk forward.

Upon entering the morgue, the first thing you see is a dozen or so soldiers with their heads bowed, and then there is the corpse lying on the stretcher.

That familiar hairstyle, that familiar beard.

Upon seeing the body, Edwin remained calm, turning to look at the doctor beside him:

Have you had a DNA test done?

The doctor nodded and said calmly, "We have extracted this person's DNA. It will take about an hour to get the results. Then, we will send the data to the information center. Once the information center has completed the comparison, we will be able to confirm whether this person is Gaddafi."

"What was the cause of his death?" Edwin asked another question, but this time, the doctor didn't answer immediately. Instead, he turned to look at the soldiers standing at the door.

Edwin naturally noticed this small movement.

He closed his eyes, took a breath, and turned to the soldiers, ordering, "Get out!"

In short, the soldiers went out, and Edwin's guards took over the duties of the sentry post at the gate.

With his safety assured, the doctor then approached the body, pointing to the bruises and bullet wounds on it, and said:
"This person was shot and killed while struggling violently, even though his hands and feet were already bound."

"The traces team next door examined the weapon and found it to be an MK25 with a 20-round extended magazine. A total of 18 rounds hit the man."

"Basically, every shot hits a vital spot."

"From this position, only close-range shooting is possible."

The doctor didn't continue, so Edwin picked up where he left off, asking in a low voice, "So, you mean..."

"Was it a close-range shot?"

"Is it right?"

"I don't know!" The doctor waved his hands repeatedly, then pointed to the door: "When I was writing the file just now, I asked the people who brought the body over if there was anything else at the scene, because there is too little information in this file to form a valid record."

"As a result, they didn't say anything, and when asked, they said they didn't know anything."

"I shouldn't speculate too much!"

Upon receiving this answer, Edwin smiled and nodded, then turned and left the morgue. In the corridor, he found the leader of the soldiers, placed his left hand on the man's shoulder, and leaned forward step by step, almost touching the man's face.
"Tell me, where are my 1000 tons of gold?"

“I want to capture Gaddafi, capture the people around Gaddafi, all for his money. I told you to bring back a living person, but you bring back a corpse.”

"Tell me, where am I supposed to get intelligence and find out where my 1000 tons of gold are?"

"speak!"

"Wasn't everything fine at first? The other team had already captured him and handed him over to you, and you actually killed him. What exactly are you trying to do?"

"what?"

"Tell me, what should I do with my 1000 tons of gold?"

(End of this chapter)