"Damn it!" Osbelev cursed and walked out of the plane. He came to the bottom of the plane and took a look. On the right side of the plane, there were three bullet holes in the aluminum skin of the plane.
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He looked carefully and broke into a cold sweat.
Fortunately, the aviation fuel was not ignited, otherwise the plane would have been destroyed and there would have been fatalities.
"These are bullet holes..." Osbelev, after all, was an officer and was well-informed. He stretched out his hand and clicked on several holes. "You can use strong glue to temporarily repair them. It doesn't take long to remove the skin."
Time, I guess I can get to the destination..."
"We have super glue in our repair box," Yakov said.
As soon as he finished speaking, a person suddenly walked out of the door of the plane and yelled at the two of them: "Have you found the problem? The time has been delayed! What's wrong with you! You didn't check this broken plane before departure.
!?"
The two stupid pilots turned around and found that the person yelling was one of the small leaders of the Holy City Force, the person who arranged to escort the XS gel explosives and manufacturing equipment on the plane.
Osbelev was not a mild-tempered person to begin with. If the flight went well, he would be able to return to his hometown in a dozen hours and receive a generous reward, and he could have a good time celebrating by eating and drinking.
Now, something like this happened midway. The plane was shot at, and someone scolded him. He even suspected that his plane had not been inspected before going on a mission.
He couldn't help it anymore, the vodka had an effect on his body, and he responded harshly to the little leader: "Stop barking at me like a dog, come and see for yourself what this is! Damn it! I want more
I’m looking for money from your boss to repair the aircraft!”
When the little leader saw that Osbelev actually dared to retaliate, he immediately became angry. He drew the pistol directly from his waist, rushed down the gangway with two of his men, and came to Osbelev in a menacing manner, firing a shot.
Lift it up to his forehead.
"Old guy, are you tired of living?"
"Hey, hey! If you have something to say, let's talk..." Compared to Osbelev, Yakov's temper is much better, "We are all our own people, why bother to use knives and guns..."
While talking, Yakov stood between the two of them in an attempt to calm the situation.
"Let him shoot! Let him shoot! Give him a hundred courages to see if he dares to shoot!" Osbelev was not intimidated at all, but walked forward with the pistol in his hand, "Kill
Let’s carry these tons of stuff back by ourselves!”
He saw that these people did not dare to actually shoot him, and the more ferociously the barking dogs, the less likely they were to bite.
The little boss was really startled.
Indeed, there is no benefit in killing Osbelev now. Do you have to carry several tons of XS explosives and several tons of equipment on the plane back on your own?
Seeing that things had turned around, Yakov immediately poured water on the flames and turned off the flames: "Look, the plane was hit by three bullets. We don't know where they were shot. Our plane was originally fine, otherwise if the fuel tank leaked
There is no way to fly to Somalia. These three shots must have been shot while in Somalia. I wonder if your enemy just arrived when the plane took off."
Of course he would not have guessed that Qin Fei had actually arrived at Dry Valley earlier than them, but had just been lurking at the forging near the hillside.
In fact, the little boss didn't really want to kill Osbelev. When he heard what Yakov said, he also got off the slope and pretended to look at the position Yakov was pointing at.
Sure enough, there were three bullet holes in it and oil stains oozing from it.
This situation caught him by surprise.
After thinking for a while, the little boss put away his pistol and asked Yakov: "So what should we do now?"
"There is strong glue in the repair box on our aircraft, which can temporarily seal the leakage. Flying back will not be a problem, but the problem lies in our fuel." Yakov said: "The fuel has been leaking, and now we are waiting to find out.
It was already leaking to a large extent, and the current amount of fuel is not enough for us to fly to the next refueling point, so we must buy aviation fuel on the spot now."
"What is this place?" asked the little boss.
"The northern part of the Democratic Republic of Congo, on the border with Central Africa." Yakov said.
The little boss thought for a while and felt that something was wrong with him after what Yakov said.
In fact, the little boss also knew the seriousness of this mission. I don't know how many intelligence agencies are watching this evacuation from Somalia.
Obviously, the cause of the shooting was on his own side and not on the two pilots.
"Okay, you two repair the fuel tank immediately, and leave the rest to us." The little boss said as he turned around and returned to the plane.
He must contact his boss immediately. When the matter has reached this point, remedial measures must be taken immediately.
…
Atlantic Ocean, off Sao Tome and Principe.
An E-C early warning aircraft flew slowly from south to north in the air.
"It has been detected that the target-PG transport plane has taken off again and is flying towards the Atlantic Ocean."
The speaker was a Captain Air Force Supervisor of EC-Airborne Early Warning Radar and Control Systems.
This EC-early warning aircraft is actually improved from the Boeing 707 aircraft and has been in service since 1977.
At this moment, there are 18 crew members on the plane, and except for the pilot and co-pilot, the rest are Air Force technicians.
Michelle stood behind the Air Force technical director and walked up and down the aisle of the cabin. After listening to the supervisor's report, he immediately asked: "Have our people installed trackers?"
Main pipe: "Already installed, a tracker was installed on the landing gear of the aircraft while refueling them."
"Can you receive the signal now?" Michelle asked.
The supervisor checked the screen: "The signal is normal and can work for at least 5-7 days."
"Very good, keep an eye on them." Michelle said and walked to the front of the cabin, where Qin Fei and Mist were sitting and chatting.
"Gentlemen, you will be busy again soon," she said.
Qin Fei looked up at Michelle: "Did your people track the plane?"
"Yes, and a tracker is installed." Michelle replied.
Qin Fei smiled, "It seems that your MI17 is still very powerful. I take back what I said before. I didn't expect you to be able to send your own agents disguised as oilers in the Democratic Republic of the Congo so soon. Not bad."
“There are still a lot of great things you don’t know yet,” Michelle said.
"Where do you estimate their landing location will be?" Qin Fei asked.
Michelle frowned, thought for a moment, and then said: "We are over the Atlantic Ocean now, and they are flying north..."
"Europe?" Michelle's eyes lit up, "You won't just fly a plane..."
He made a gesture with his hand in front of his chest like a plane crashing, and made a "boom" sound from his mouth, imitating the sound of an explosion.
"Impossible!" Michelle said: "The Li-PG transport aircraft is an obsolete model and cannot penetrate our air defense radar network at all. It will be shot down by our air force and air defense missiles before it even gets close. I don't think Kawasaki will
You were so stupid that you wasted several tons of XS gel explosive, which is not cheap at all."
Mist shrugged and made a face: "I was just joking."
"Eastern Europe." Qin Fei suddenly said: "I think they will go there, and the place where they land is not your territory."
"It's not our territory?" Michelle was shocked. It's the fragmented small countries close to the territory that is now Russia. (To be continued)