At this time, Colonel Miller was sitting in his huge General Motors Big Mac utility vehicle, smoking a cigar comfortably. The job introduced by Mr. Senator was very good, and he could easily earn millions of dollars. Strictly speaking,
For example, Colonel Miller is not from the CIA. He is affiliated with a defense company with a military background and specializes in solving big problems for dignitaries. Of course, the fees are relatively expensive.
The cell phone rang. It was Thorpe. Colonel Miller answered the phone with a smile and asked, "Is there anything else I can do for you?"
"Colonel, have you seen the news?" Thorpe's voice didn't sound very happy.
"Why, is there news so soon? I thought it would take at least a few hours." Colonel Miller gestured to his men to open their computers and search for relevant news. He quickly entered the official website of the Associated Press and saw a paragraph with photos.
Brief news:
A terrorist attack occurred today in Western Saddamoa, a West African country where genocide occurred. The crown prince and cabinet were both killed in the attack. So far, no organization or individual has issued a statement claiming responsibility for the attack. Two hours after the attack, the crown prince’s son Xiao
Prince Arthur ascended the throne with the support of the new parliament. It is said that the new king is the illegitimate son of the former crown prince and is only ten years old this year.
The little king in the photo is embarrassed. The crown is obviously a bit too big for him, so he has to hold it with his hands. It doesn't look like a formal ceremony, but like a child playing a game, but the solemn expressions on the faces of the people around him are astonishing.
The blood stains on the new king's uniform showed that this was a real coronation ceremony.
"Fuck! They actually have backup." Colonel Miller snorted disdainfully and said into the microphone: "Mr. Thorpe, please don't worry. Give me two hours to resolve this matter immediately."
"It's best this way." Thorp put down the phone. After thinking about it, he still felt uneasy, so he dialed another number: "I want to talk to General Gordon..."
…
The convoy was speeding towards the airport carrying the lightly and seriously injured people. Suddenly, Major Jones' call came from Liu Ziguang's car intercom: "Mr. Bruce Liu, this is the mercenary Major Jones. I want to talk to you."
The Zhanqi off-road vehicle was equipped with a vehicle-mounted radio commonly used in taxi systems in Jiangbei City. Its power was much greater than that of ordinary walkie-talkies. Liu Ziguang picked up the microphone and said, "It's me, please speak."
"The attack on the palace garden should have been a Hellfire air-to-surface missile. If I guessed correctly, it should have been launched from a Predator drone. I think we are in big trouble this time, over."
There was a rustling radio noise from the microphone. Liu Ziguang thought for a moment and pressed the microphone and asked: "Are you sure? Over."
"I'm sure, I have served in the US military in Afghanistan, specializing in providing tactical guidance for drones, and I am familiar with this kind of missiles and tactics."
"How to deal with predators?"
"Use fighter jets. Don't you have two MiGs? The speed of the Predator drone is very low. You can shoot it down with cannons."
"Okay, Major, I think it will come again to prey on us. Let's beat it down together?"
"ok, rogerthat."
Liu Ziguang dropped the microphone and said to Alexander behind him: "Let the MiG take off, there may be some nasty birds in the sky."
Alexander immediately picked up the satellite phone and contacted the MiG pilot who was staying at the airport.
At San Juan Airport, two silver MiG-21 fighter jets were parked quietly on the runway, with auxiliary fuel tanks and air-to-air missiles hanging under the wings. Two former Yugoslav air force colonels were lying lazily under umbrellas.
Drinking cold beer and reading pictorials, they had no idea about the explosion in San Juan.
Suddenly the satellite phone on the small round table rang. One of the pilots was about to answer the call. Several guys wearing digital camouflage uniforms and bonny hats walked out from the shadow of the hangar. The first one raised the phone without saying a word.
He had a pistol with a long silencer screwed onto the barrel.
With a "pop" sound, the pilot lying on the recliner was shot in the middle of his eyebrow. He tilted his head and died. The glass in his hand fell to the ground and broke into pieces. As soon as the pilot holding the phone turned his head, his forehead and heart were shot.
He was shot three times and fell to the ground dead immediately.
The satellite phone fell to the ground, and an anxious shout came from the receiver: "Milu, what's wrong with you? Speak."
A military boot stepped on the satellite phone, and the commandos armed with MP5SD6 submachine guns walked towards the airport tower in a battle formation. They all had three gray embroidered letters "i.s.r" on their armbands.
There was a squad of black soldiers stationed on the tower, as well as the only radar operators and navigators in Western Saddamoa. The arrogant mercenaries did not take these people seriously at all, but they did not expect it.
What I found was that the black soldiers in this class were all elite soldiers trained by Li Jianguo.
An RPD light machine gun was quietly set up on the windowsill. The fierce firepower caught the mercenaries off guard. Two people were hit by bullets and fell to the ground. Some people tried to rescue, but were hit by bullets again. In just a few seconds,
They actually lost three people within the clock!
The mercenaries were shocked and angry. Are these still barbaric and stupid African soldiers? In their inherent thinking, black soldiers never aim when shooting, and they always shoot to the end, even if they are dozens of meters away, they cannot hit the target.
But at this moment, the enemy they faced could actually fire precise bursts of light machine gun fire. The intelligence must have been wrong, and there must be white mercenaries like them stationed on the tower!
The mercenaries of i.s.r made a decisive decision, gave up rescuing the wounded, concentrated fire on the tower windows, and covered the soldiers' forward assault. A fierce rain of bullets hit the tower, cement fragments flew across, and the machine gunner was killed. Soon someone took over the light machine gun.
Shooting continued, and the firefight continued. Although these black soldiers had a strong will to fight, the gap in tactical quality was too great. The shooters were killed one after another, and the enemy broke into the tower.
Of course, the mercenaries didn't get the good news either. When they rushed into the door, they never expected that a booby trap modified from a grenade was hung on the door. One person was killed on the spot and two others were injured.
Slightly injured, they finally realized in anger that they had encountered a master of guerrilla warfare.
…
"The airport is under attack." Alexander said with a livid face. Liu Ziguang thought for a moment and said: "Speed up, Sasha, take your people to reinforce the tower, and the rest of the people to reinforce the airport hotel. We must not let our people fall behind.
In the hands of the enemy."
The convoy accelerated, setting off a puff of smoke and dust on the dirt road. The soldier stood in the pickup truck, holding a large-caliber machine gun and watching both sides of the road vigilantly. Fortunately, there was no obstruction on the road leading to the airport from the city, otherwise
It would be bad to be ambushed.
Soon we arrived near the airport, and the gunfire from the tower continued. Alexander led his men into battle quickly, while Liu Ziguang led his men to the airport hotel, where the crew of the Gulfstream plane was located. If it fell into the hands of the enemy, the plane would not be able to fly.
Got up.
The battle was much simpler than imagined. Alexander and the others gave full play to the fierce and rough fighting style of the Russians. They drove to the bottom of the tower and fired wildly with 12.7mm machine guns. RPG rocket launchers were fired into it as if they were free. They only had equipment.
The lightly armed i.s.r mercenary commandos were unable to fight back and had to raise the white flag to surrender.
The Russians once again showed their rough nature and killed several prisoners on the spot, leaving only one guy with the highest military rank to beat him half to death with his fists.
Liu Ziguang breathed a long sigh of relief after leading his people to the airport hotel. The enemy first chose the tower as the target. The people in the hotel were safe and sound. He immediately ordered to prepare for takeoff and transport the wounded to neighboring countries for treatment.
A group of people rushed to the airport by car and first carried the wounded onto the plane. There were two special planes at the airport, one was Hu Qingsong's Gulfstream G550, and the other was Listrovsky's Yak 40, although the Gulfstream was more advanced.
, but the Yak aircraft had a larger passenger capacity, so Liu Ziguang directed the soldiers to carry the wounded onto the Yak 40.
A few minutes later, the Yak 40 spread its wings and flew into the sky, heading towards neighboring countries.
Liu Ziguang interrogated the only I.S.R prisoner. This guy was quite tough. He refused to say anything except his name, rank and employee number. Liu Ziguang was also unambiguous. He didn't even ask a second time and just snapped his fingers: "Sasha."
, get rid of him."
Alexander kicked this guy to the ground, stepped on his head with his big leather boots, took out a sharp hunting knife from his belt and wiped it on his sleeve. His ferocious look made the mercenary feel bad.
Lenovo, these damn Russians like to use daggers to cut people's heads. They learned this from the Chechen gangsters. Although they all died, the psychological shock of beheading was far more powerful than being shot. He immediately shouted
: "Don't kill me, I'll tell you everything!"
It turned out that they were an assault team sent by i.s.r. They landed east of the airport in a small propeller transport plane an hour ago. Their mission was to destroy the airport's radar and air defense equipment and guide the reinforcements to land smoothly.
"How many people are there in the follow-up force?" Liu Ziguang asked.
"A transport plane, about seventy-five people, armed with small arms and rocket launchers."
"Get ready to greet the guests." Liu Ziguang waved his hand, and Alexander stabbed the dagger into the heart of the i.s.r officer.
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Ascension Island, Wildwick Air Force Base, the supervisor of the UAV unit received an order from Colonel Miller, and the Predator UAV flying over the South Atlantic immediately made a 180-degree turn and flew back
San Juan continues his mission.
Thorpe's agent would report the situation every half hour via satellite phone, and Thorpe would then forward the information to Colonel Miller, who would then give instructions to the drone operation team. Little Arthur unexpectedly held the
After the coronation ceremony, everyone felt a sense of pressure and urgency, and their actions became impatient.
The Predator drone once again flew over San Juan, using a camera to record the palace and its surrounding environment at an altitude of 4,000 meters. The data link system transmitted it to the command and control system at a speed of 50mb per second, and the operation team sent the images
Called Colonel Miller in Washington, who then called Thorpe to confirm whether the target was still in the palace.
"Colonel, don't hang up the phone yet." Thorp picked up another phone, dialed the spy in San Juan, and asked hurriedly: "I need to know the specific location of the new king now."
"I don't know, maybe he's still in the palace." The spy was currently in a house five hundred meters away from the palace. After the explosion, the palace tightened its vigilance and no one was allowed to approach. He was timid and could only
Hidden in the distance and observe the movements of the palace.
Thorpe was very dissatisfied with this answer: "I need confirmation. Let me ask again, are you sure the new king has not left the palace?"
"Yes sir, the new king is still in the palace." The spy was forced by Thorpe, so he lied.
Thorp hung up the phone, picked up another phone and said, "Colonel, the target is still there."
"Okay." Colonel Miller flicked his cigar ashes and issued a set of coded instructions to the drone operation team.
Another Hellfire missile was fired from under the wing of the drone, hitting the palace instantly. A sea of fire rose. The drone continued to hover, waiting for the smoke and dust to clear so that it could take pictures and evaluate the bombing effect.
"Boss, your phone number." Hu Guang stood next to the off-road vehicle, holding the mobile phone of the car intercom in his hand and shouted. Liu Ziguang stepped forward to take the mobile phone: "It's me."
"This is Major Jones. A minute ago, the drone fired another air-to-surface missile, destroying the main building of the palace. I think it is still over San Juan. It's time for your MiGs to be dispatched."
"Copy." As soon as Liu Ziguang put down his microphone, a voice came from the tower: "Three targets were found on the radar, one large and two small. They may be a transport plane and two escort fighter jets."
Now the trouble was serious. The prisoners actually concealed important information. The addition of two escort fighter jets quickly turned the battle towards the enemy.