Outside Boryspil Airport, several vehicles with the signs of Eagle Sauce NGO were parked on the side of the road.
A group of Western reporters, equipped with long and short equipment, together with more than a dozen medical staff with the name of Red Cross, are ready to expose the dark side of the Ermao family, save the weak who are suffering from suffering, and show their kindness to save the world.
The reporters have all written their manuscripts - after the disintegration of the alliance, the black forces refused to accept Western democracy. A small group of powerful figures wreaked havoc on the local area with cruel methods, and Boryspil in the eastern suburbs of Kiev was the most terrifying lair.
This airport is filled with disgusting black market transactions. Arms, drugs, organs, slaves, and profiteers are seriously violating human rights, trampling on freedom, and contemptuous of Western universal values.
Faced with all kinds of heinous atrocities, Western society naturally has the right to level this place.
Anyway, manuscripts are all a combination of words. How can it be shocking, disgusting, and eye-catching? A primary school student can write this stuff, and readers are unlikely to come to Boryspil to verify it.
We all know that even if we feed people shit, the people will still have to eat it.
Michelle, a young foreign girl, was talking to several reporters, discussing how to take a panoramic picture of "purgatory on earth" when the Kiev pro-intellectual troops stormed the airport.
Western readers will feel very satisfied when they see this. It seems that with their support, the world will have peace.
The essence is that in the past few months after the Persian Gulf crisis, the conflict between Yingjiang and Persia has been alleviated. In addition to tightening the blockade, Yingjiang could only accept its bad luck. It turned its attention to Ermao's family.
After the sudden rise of General Chechevatov, Michelle, who was originally affiliated with DOD, suffered a heavy blow. She had to change her career to join the GO brand.
But no matter how hard Michelle tried, she watched helplessly as the Holy Light moved a large amount of military supplies from Ermao's house - sixty or seventy Il-76s that could fly were moved away, and more than thirty more were in poor condition.
The best ones are sold cheaply as accessories.
In addition to large aircraft, the 'Holy Light' has also penetrated into the Ermao family's aerospace, mechanical and chemical industry, shipbuilding and many other cutting-edge fields, taking advantage of the chaotic local situation to make huge profits.
If it is not controlled, the two hairs will be shaved off.
It wasn't until Yingjiang's attention returned that the situation was contained.
The local chickens helped block the Bosporus and prohibited the cargo ships of the Holy Light from entering the Black Sea. The Public Knowledge faction in Kiev was also strengthened and prepared to clear out Boryspil, the stronghold of the Holy Light.
Michelle worked together to complete the task, spending a lot of energy and money. But when all the work was arranged, the rumble of the turbofan engine came from the sky.
"What is that?" People inside and outside the airport asked in their minds. It's not that they couldn't recognize the Il-76, they just couldn't figure out why this transport plane seemed to be landing.
A battle is taking place at the airport. Thousands of military and policemen controlled by the intellectual faction are controlling the place and are about to win. Is this transport plane in such a hurry? It's not too late to wait until the winner is decided!
But it really came down with great momentum.
It's going to happen!
It was determined that the Il-76 was going to be forced to land. The woman's intuition told Michelle that there were not many people who could give such an order to forcibly intervene in the current war. This required extraordinary courage and close interests.
Reporters outside the airport were busy taking photos in the direction of the runway. The camera recorded the scene when the landing gear of the IL-76 grazed the armored vehicle blocking the road and forced it to land. Even as hostile parties, they screamed for the pilot's superb skills.
Immediately afterwards, before the transport plane had stopped, the four turbofans reversed, causing a violent scream. The manic sound waves spread for several kilometers in the surrounding area, and everyone's ears were bombarded. Some people felt dizzy and could not stand steady.
The IL-76 crashed into the terminal with unparalleled kinetic energy. The pilot decelerated desperately to avoid crashing the aircraft and killing people. When everyone's eyes were on this big machine with a load of hundreds of tons, the explosion of a grenade triggered
caused greater panic.
Michelle is just a member of the NGO. She does not wear weapons, and the reporters around her only have cameras and recorders. For safety reasons, her men are two kilometers away from the terminal, and they can only use binoculars to see the battlefield situation from a distance.
A rough idea.
When the smoke from the explosion rose into the sky, Michelle immediately called the officers on the radio who were performing command tasks - she called for a long time but got no response. As for the other low-level officers at the scene, she didn't know them at all.
The situation is out of control.
The forced landing of the Il-76 greatly inspired the black market mercenaries guarding the airport. They were suddenly attacked by the publicist forces half an hour ago, and some secretly rebelled. This was originally a losing situation.
But now...
The landing transport plane crashed into the glass curtain wall of the terminal building. The aircraft body and the building were seriously damaged in the violent impact, but it finally stopped.
At the moment of impact, the pilot and co-pilot in the cockpit screamed and were so nervous that their muscles cramped. But when everything was stable and it was confirmed that they had survived, the crew members couldn't help but cheer in unison and shouted for a drink to celebrate.
Outside the terminal, the magical gem with the haze spell was crushed, and the mottled light and shadow made Zhou Qingfeng wear optical camouflage like a chameleon and blend into the surrounding environment.
Meow Meow had just attacked a few lone soldiers outside the terminal and brought an AK-74 and several magazines to their owner.
Zhou Qingfeng changed weapons and instructs the goblins to spread around to find those who looked like grassroots commanders and conduct a sneak attack - gently pricking their scalps with poisonous thin needles.
This won't necessarily kill you, but it will certainly lead to chaos.
"You are responsible for keeping an eye on the surrounding area and preventing enemies from entering the terminal." Using the cover of the hazy technique, Zhou Qingfeng ran quickly with an assault rifle and rushed into the terminal within a few seconds.
Marco Shi once signed a contract, and within a radius of 500 meters, Zhou Qingfeng could clearly sense in the information link that this Slavic man was still alive.
Several heavily armed military policemen came out of the terminal in a hurry. They wanted to know what happened outside, but when they passed by a pillar, something unexpected happened.
The AK-74 called names one by one from behind and knocked down the military police who rushed out one by one. The small-caliber projectiles avoided the thick body armor and easily penetrated their skulls.
The gun in Zhou Qingfeng's hand was beating slightly, and the gunfire was clear and sharp. After several three-shot bursts, there were several more corpses in the messy terminal building.
Turning around from behind the pillar where he was hiding, Zhou Qingfeng gathered his mental energy into a bundle, and scanned the chaotic environment again - the terminal is the management center of the entire black market, and hundreds of people are trapped here.
The black marketeers were not easy to deal with, and they resisted to the end against the attacking Ermao military police. They all had heavy firepower and would drop bombs or fire with heavy machine guns at every turn.
Marco was on the fifth floor of the terminal building, and Zhou Qingfeng gradually went up the stairs. As far as he could see, the ground was full of bloodstains, craters and corpses. Before he reached the fifth floor, he heard someone shouting with a loudspeaker:
"Marcos, you are finished. We know that the force behind you is the Holy Light. But now the Americans are going to leave directly, and the Holy Light cannot hold on.
It's not too late for you to surrender now, hand over the US dollars you made on the black market in the past six months, and don't force us to blow up your building directly."
It sounded like the man who was shouting was a subordinate hired by Marcus, who had now defected and joined his new master. But his voice was only met with ridicule, and Marcus hid in his fortified office and refused to surrender.
Zhou Qingfeng sneaked up from downstairs. When he turned the corner, he saw a dozen 20-year-old military police holding heavy bulletproof shields to form a barrier. Behind the shield wall stood a vicious man with a stubble.
The volume of the loudspeaker could be heard throughout the terminal. No one expected that in just a moment, enemies would come from outside.
Zhou Qingfeng looked around the corner, rushed over with a quick step, and instantly ducked behind the vicious Maozi, picked off a grenade from his guard, pulled the string and threw it out.
"Guys, I don't quite agree with your point of view. I want to prove it wrong."
The round defensive grenade drew an arc and was thrown between the vicious Maozi and the shield wall. The soldier grabbing the shield turned his head to take a look, was shocked and left his body, and ran for his life screaming towards the surrounding area.