"Enemy attack!"
As the leader of the "Watcher" squad, Benjamin never imagined anyone would dare to attack them at this critical moment.
He didn't believe anyone could do it.
To be able to smoothly enter Hassan's villa, they had even arranged for a female team member to infiltrate Hassan's prostitutes as an inside woman.
They had also monitored and disrupted all the surveillance cameras and police communication lines in the area, including the local phone lines and power supply.
Impressive, right?
Of course, it was.
This was the capability of the most mysterious special operations division of the CIA.
Not to mention it was the elite "Watcher" sub-team.
At this moment, in the city center of Trebizond, they also had a temporary operations sub-department, where team B was ready to respond to any emergencies.
But suddenly, everything went haywire.
How dare the enemy try to steal their thunder?
How despicable!
All their efforts had paved the way for them.
This absolutely couldn't happen!
The team quickly moved to the rear of the van.
"Calling the sub-department, we've been attacked, send B team for support immediately."
"Luther, do you see the enemy sniper?!"
"No! I can't find them!"
"They're in one of the nearby buildings, the tallest ones! Search there!"
Benjamin roared with rage; he felt as if his entire body was ignited with anger, wishing he could tear the snipers targeting them into pieces!
"Yes!"
Luther responded.
But Benjamin knew that it would be very difficult for Luther alone to find them.
Especially since the opponent was a sniper.
"Boss, I think the shots came from that five-story building across from us," said another team member in police uniform, Martini.
"Are you sure?"
"80% sure. Judging from the direction of the gunshot, it was from there, no mistake. Only that place has the best view and angle, I don't see that kind of angle from these other buildings, look at that bullet hole—"
He pointed at the door of the police car.
A distance of about 200 meters wasn't far at all, especially for an SVD sniper rifle—it was all too easy.
The 7N1 specialized sniper bullet had gone through Benny's skull and then through the door next to the co-driver, and now the bullet hole was on the side where the team was taking cover.
Benjamin studied the bullet hole intently.
The position of the bullet hole and Benny's head height layered together to form a three-dimensional pattern in Benjamin's mind.
As a veteran from Delta, he could easily deduce the rough shooting angle.
Together with Martini's sound-based positioning, Benjamin also reached a conclusion.
"That's right."
From this angle, it indeed seemed that the building about 200 meters away was the most suspicious.
"Luther, the five-story building to the southeast of our van, do you see it?"
"I see it."
"Check it out, and be careful."
"OK!"
After instructing the sniper, Luther, Benjamin was not willing to sit idly by either.
Although communication and power in the area had been cut off, it was likely the local police wouldn't notice what had happened here for a while.
But one couldn't be sure if someone might report it through some other special means.
They must evacuate quickly!
He cautiously bent over and walked to the already open door of the police car, crawling in to retrieve an M72 rocket launcher from inside.
It was a favorite tool for Special Forces operations.
It was also one of the few portable anti-armor weapons available.
It had a range of up to 1000 meters, though generally, it wouldn't be used to shoot that far, but 200 meters was more than enough without any problems.
He turned to Martini and said, "You take the M32 grenade launcher!"