[Soldier Assault] Major's Special Forces Career

However, since the establishment of Brigade A, it has received 7 hostage rescue missions and successfully completed 7 missions. A total of 281 people have been rescued, and the hostage death record is zero!This is thanks to the thorough planning of the staff department, now let us listen carefully to the briefing of the battle. "

He flattered the chief of staff properly, soothing his irritable mood.The chief of staff squinted and snorted coldly, the filming was too blunt, obviously lacking in practice.

The projection was turned on, and the video of Pakistan's strong attack was being played on it.

Under the bright and clear sky, a Boeing 737 was parked on the west side of the empty airport, and all the windows were half-blocked by shading panels, which would not delay the terrorists from observing the outside, but also hinder the military's long-range snipers.

Two passenger lift trucks drove slowly towards the front and rear doors of the hijacked plane with a sloping metal ladder. More than a dozen special forces with live ammunition stood on each of the long ladders.Terrorists equipped with body armor and bulletproof helmets opened the door of the machine, hid by the door, and fired bullets.There are two doors, at least two machine guns, and the firepower is very fierce. The Pakistani soldiers rely on the inclined angle of the long ladder to block the bullets, and occasionally shoot two shuttles at the door.

The passenger elevator was approaching the plane step by step, and the terrorists became alert, so they closed the door heavily, and then opened it again quickly, and the two hostages were pushed out to block the door.

There is no sound in the video, and the distance is relatively far.Viewers could neither see the panicked expressions of the hostages nor hear their terrified cries.But at that moment, everyone's heart was gripped——

A Pakistani soldier confiscated his hand, and the bullet escaped from the muzzle of the gun. Puff, it hit the hostage. A cluster of blood spattered and fell lightly out of the machine.Soon, the terrorist behind him pushed the hostage away as if he was afraid that the blood would splash on him.

"Ah!" Even the old A couldn't help shouting.The distance from the plane door to the ground is not short, almost the height of two adults, otherwise it would not need a special ladder to go up and down.The hostage didn't know whether he was dead or alive, and if he was thrown so straight, even if he was still breathing before, now he was at great risk of hitting his head on the ground and dying directly.

"This group of bastards!" Everyone was filled with righteous indignation.

The Pakistani stormtroopers did not stop like this, hoping that continuing to attack would break down the psychological defense of the terrorists.But obviously, in the face of inhuman terrorists holding hundreds of hostages, as long as they have a little conscience, there is no way not to fail.

The chief of staff is extremely serious: "This group of terrorists is attacking indiscriminately, and even the Pakistanis will not be spared. They may execute the next hostage at any time for reasons such as demonstrations. In order to prevent Chinese passengers from being in danger again, we must be quick!

"So the code name for this operation is - Lightning!"

Damn, it's such a vulgar code name.Everyone complained silently in their hearts.

"Next, let me introduce Lightning's action plan."

The task assignment went on quickly, and Yuan Lang looked at his watch: "There are still four hours to reach the destination, everyone hurry up and take a rest."

There is no way for a transport plane to take a good rest.They are mainly used to carry military equipment, ranging from tanks, helicopters, to rocket launchers, and some ambulance equipment. There are not many places left for people.This operation does not need to be so complicated. The two governments have a good relationship, and they can get assistance from each other with just one phone call, so there is more space for carrying people.But the so-called space is nothing more than a place where you can sit with your legs crossed.

Yuan Lang and his staff are still communicating with the ground to learn as much as possible.Because of time constraints, the information they have obtained so far is very insufficient. They don't know the specific equipment and weapons of the terrorists, and they don't know the surrounding control environment. They don't even know whether their targets are still alive.These can only be communicated with the other party as soon as they arrive, and then play by ear.

At 22:05 Beijing time on the same day, the military transport plane of the People's Republic of China arrived in Karachi, Pakistan, and landed in an open space three kilometers away from Jinnah International Airport. This was to avoid alerting terrorists.

A row of vehicles has parked near the clearing, carrying them to the airport.Everything seemed to be going well, however, as soon as they arrived, they heard a Pakistani army colonel shouting something loudly.Seeing Wu Zhe's expression changed, Yuan Lang asked him, "What did this man say?"

Wu Zhe said slowly: "He refused to let us participate in this mission, thinking it was an insult to SSG." SSG, Special Service Brigade, Pakistan's only special forces.

The government officials facing the colonel interrupted the conversation with some embarrassment when they saw the arrival of the Chinese troops.The colonel noticed something strange and turned around angrily.I saw him tall and strong, with a light complexion, slightly sunken cheeks, tightly wrinkled brows, and a beard common to local men, but his cheeks were cleanly shaved, leaving only faint stubble, which was different from ordinary Pakistanis. He is capable, stylish and murderous.

The old A's unconsciously straightened their bodies so as not to lose the wind.

"No.25" Yuan Lang asked suddenly in English.

The colonel froze for a moment, his eyebrows frowned even tighter, and after a moment of hesitation, he said, "No. 6." His English had a thick Indian-Pakistani accent.

"Long time no see," Yuan Lang said with a half-smile, "You idiot!" The first half of the sentence was still in English, but it also had a strong Indian-Pakistani accent.The second half of the scolding is directly in the local Urdu language, which cannot be more authentic.The faces of the Pakistanis around changed instantly.

Wu Zhe whispered to Qi Huan, "This man is going to be a demon again."

Qi Huan looked at the other party's expression vigilantly, and asked: "Do you need to prepare for battle?"

"Uh..." Seeing his eagerness to try, Wu Zhe raised his forehead, which was also worrying.

At this time, Colonel No. 25 blushed and turned blue, and cursed back as if venting his anger: "Fuck you!" He spoke Chinese with a Northwest accent.

To be honest, this scene is a bit absurd.After taking a plane for more than six hours to arrive in a distant foreign country, a local person who looks completely different from you spoke a sentence you are most familiar with in the language you are most familiar with.Even scolding, more or less kind.

The scene could not be described as tense, but there was some weird silence after all. The Pakistani government officials and political commissar Zhang immediately began to do ideological work to prevent problems before they happened, using their own languages:

Political commissar Zhang said: "This is my country's comprehensive strategic cooperative partner, we must pay attention to political influence!"

The Pakistani official said: "They are Chinese, they cannot be offended!"

The two officers turned a deaf ear, walked out of the queue aggressively, punched each other hard on the shoulder.

Everyone thought they were going to fight, but they saw that they had opened their arms and hugged each other, crying and laughing, as close as brothers.

The colonel took Yuan Lang, introduced him to his colleagues, and proudly said: "He learned Urdu from me."

Yuan Lang wiped away tears that didn't exist, and introduced the colonel to the old A's: "How about it, is this country scolding me for teaching standards?"

What is there to be proud of!

The teams on both sides looked at each other with understanding. They had never felt that the soldiers of the other country who were facing each other were the people who understood themselves best in the world.

After some introductions, Wu Zhe realized that the two graduated from the Hunter School at the same time and lived in the same dormitory during training.It was a coincidence that although they were in a good relationship at the time, the world was boundless, and they broke up once and for all. No one thought that there would be a day when they would meet again.

The chief of staff winked at Commissar Zhang, who immediately understood and had to take this opportunity to finalize the task quickly.

Political Commissar Zhang chatted with Pakistani officials: "I never thought that the commanders on both sides would be old friends. This is really a rare fate!"

The Pakistani officials made fun of it: "The friendship between the two countries is deeper than the Arabian Sea. You are all our friends. Do you want to hand over work now?"

Political Commissar Zhang readily agreed: "Our government and your side have negotiated, this time we will host the hostage rescue operation."

The Pakistani officials were also very happy: "I have received the order, there is no problem..."

"I don't agree!" Colonel Bajwa suddenly turned his head and roughly interrupted the task handover ceremony next to him.

Yuan Lang put his arms around Colonel Bajwa's shoulders, hanging on him casually: "Why don't you agree?"

Colonel Bajwa pointed to the waiting room on the other side of the wall: "Media from all over the world are here. This is not about me alone, it is about the dignity of the Pakistani military! In every crisis, you have to rely on others to save you!"

Yuan Lang squinted one eye, put his hands together in a figure-eight shape to form a camera viewfinder, pointed at the hijacked plane not far from the floor-to-ceiling window, and said "snap": "The SSG must be responsible for the rescue?"

"That's right!"

Yuan Lang put his hand off the opponent's shoulder: "No need to discuss?"

"Not negotiable!"

"Then there's nothing we can do." Yuan Lang didn't look happy or angry, but looked at Colonel Bajwa meaningfully, and retreated step by step to the old A team.

Is it finally time for war?Everyone is stunned.The old A's immediately raised their heads and stretched their legs, ready to go, and listened to their captain's first order.

"Then let us participate in this rescue operation in the name of SSG!"

In a word, everyone's jaws dropped.

☆, cunning Chinese

Major Wu was an eye-opener: "Could the word "urgency and power" still be used in this way?".

"Anyway, he often uses it like this." Qi Huan is used to it.

The staff officer who had been standing on the sidelines with no sense of presence finally couldn't help it: "You, what do you mean?"

Yuan Lang: "What's the point? Everyone changes their clothes and equipment, as the Pakistani special forces, rescues the hostages, and then goes home to sleep quietly!"

Commissar Zhang was stunned: "You have no right to make this decision!"

"Then hurry up and ask someone who can make a decision!" Yuan Lang was speechless, "I don't care how long I wait, I don't know if the terrorists have the patience to wait for the result of your inquiry!"

Colonel Bajwa and the government officials looked at each other, never expecting this suggestion from the other side.

Should this be agreed, or not?

He remembered that when he was in the hunter school, this classmate was cunning different from ordinary people, even more cunning than Jews.The instructor hates people who take advantage of the rules, but he can rarely catch the handle of No. 6 to deduct points.At that time, number 6 often hurt him: "Please use your brain! Ouch, if you were my enemy instead of my comrade in arms, I would definitely love you more than I do now!"

So, are they allies or enemies now?

As the first real task in his life, Wu Zhe was a little nervous at first. Looking at the foreign country in the dark night and the rolling hills and wilderness on the plane, he wondered whether he should write a suicide note or something, and leave it behind. The next two wonderful words and quatrains about the place of the end of life are for future generations to watch.

But now, he couldn't get nervous anymore, he just felt that his feet were standing lightly in the air, and he couldn't step on the proper place.Why is life so unreal as long as Yuan Lang is around?

Political Commissar Zhang was still asking for instructions, Yuan Lang hooked his old friend and said, "Tell me, what's going on now. Brother, let me analyze it for you?"

Colonel Bajwa thought for a while, and he was not at a loss anyway, so he generously introduced the information he had.

All hostages on the plane are now gathered in the cabin.A total of one driver, one co-pilot, security officer has been killed, 6 flight attendants, 140 passengers.

There were four robbers, three men and one woman, all extremists in Pakistan, two AK-47s, one AKM, one MAC-10, and an unknown number of grenades.

Very troublesome!All are firearms that can be fired fully automatically. Once a gun battle starts, it is difficult not to hurt innocent hostages.

"Don't you have explosives on your body?" The Taliban liked to play this game very much, but Yuan Lang didn't hear any relevant information.

"I don't know. According to experience, there should be some." Colonel Bajwa was a little ashamed for not being able to get more clues about weapons and equipment. The last time they tried to approach the fuselage with hidden cameras, the terrorists decisively shot them all. They can only call back the scouts if they take famous hostages as intimidation.

"Have you replenished the food and water on the plane?"

"...not yet." The terrorists had made this request in the morning, but they thought that the battle would be resolved by noon, so they put this request on hold.

Yuan Lang looked at his watch, it was almost 23 o'clock: "Send a team member to take the opportunity of delivering food to check the situation."

Seeing that the opponent immediately started to dispatch team members, Yuan Lang said again: "Find a ground crew and train them first, so that no one can see it."

There are so many tricks, Colonel Bajwa thought.

This time, they got very favorable intelligence.Most of the hostages have already begun to fall asleep. Two terrorists, a man and a woman, are guarding them in the cabin. The woman has explosives on her waist.There are two others I haven't seen, probably resting in their seats.

The special soldier who pretended to be a ground crew to deliver food and water added another sentence: "Oh, by the way, the Chinese hostages are sitting in the back half of the cabin."

Yuan Lang gave a thumbs up appreciatively, and the man smiled shyly.

Colonel Bajwa suggested: "They are eating at the moment. By about 3 o'clock in the morning, the hostages must have fallen asleep, and only the terrorists are still patrolling and monitoring. At this time, we will attack again, and we will definitely be able to take them down. It is less likely to accidentally injure hostages."

"How to attack?"

"Sniper cover, hand/gun to clear the way, firepower to press, all in one go!"

"You're a straight person!" Yuan Lang was furious.

Colonel Bajwa was not angry either. He was not a person who put personal honor and disgrace above the success or failure of the mission. Of course, the honor and disgrace of the country is another matter.So he humbly asked without shame: "Then what do you think?"

The other party lowered his voice, leaned close to his ear and said, "Brother, I'll give you something nice."

Yuan Lang asked people to bring all the equipment over: "Hypnotic bombs are colorless and odorless, and can allow everyone here to sleep peacefully until tomorrow morning."

"The thing used in the Russian theater hostage incident? It's not safe. I remember killing more than a hundred hostages."

"You're stupid!" Yuan Lang hated iron and steel: "They put a dose five times higher than the standard at that time, of course there would be problems, so you can't put less? You don't need to really stun people, so that people who fall asleep can sleep soundly." Slow down, people in good spirits are slow to respond, okay?"

He lowered his voice again: "Don't worry, it's okay if you exceed the standard. I have prepared more than 40 antidotes, so I won't die."

Colonel Bajwa looked at Commissar Zhang in the distance, and nodded understandingly.As long as there is no major risk, there is no need to report this trivial matter to the superior.

Yuan Lang began to introduce the Chinese plan: "First of all, we have to find a way to focus the attention of the gangsters on the cockpit. We need to make some noise in front of the plane. It doesn't matter whether it is lighting the fire or setting off firecrackers. Whatever you want to do, the bigger the noise, the better. .

Then, two attacking teams were dispatched, each group of four people, taking advantage of the cover of night, simultaneously blasted open the front and rear doors on the right side of the plane, and threw flash shock bombs inward.

Subsequently, the two teams assaulted into the cabin.The team at the front door is responsible for the gangsters in the cockpit and the hostages at the front of the cabin, and the team at the rear door is responsible for the gangsters in the cabin and the hostages at the rear of the cabin.

There is also a third team that enters through the central security gate a little later to evacuate the hostages. "

When Colonel Bajwa heard it, the plan was indeed more detailed than his own. Although the general process was the same, only the person in front of him could think of such a harmful trick of creating a crisis in advance to attract the attention of terrorists.He asked more modestly:

"So what about the specific arrangements for the attack?"

"This..." Yuan Lang took out a pack of cigarettes, and said calmly: "Sniper cover, hand/gun to clear the way, press the firepower, let's go all out!"

"..."

Commissar Jang finally got approval for the plan change.After consultation, China and Pakistan jointly carried out this mission, and the staff departments of both sides jointly formulated the final battle plan.

When the moon is dark and the wind is high, when killing and setting fire.The battle finally started quietly at 2:50 am on the second day.

Two Chinese teams wearing gas masks groped around the plane in the dark, quietly pulled off the safety bolt of the hypnosis bomb, and placed it on the edge of the bleed engine of the plane.They estimated the dosage and administered it within a safe range.The aircraft's ventilation system thoroughly circulates the cabin air every 3 minutes, and the release of the hypnotic effect takes at least 1 minute, which means that they can best complete the task within 2 minutes.

The Pakistani side dispatched five teams, two teams were responsible for the placement of the airliner ladder and the subsequent evacuation of the hostages, and one team was responsible for creating explosions and flames in front of the plane.The other two sniper teams observed the dynamics in the cabin from a distance, reported the situation at any time, and waited for the opportunity to move.The rescue team that entered through the security gate was cancelled, and they decided not to consider the evacuation of the hostages until all the bandits were wiped out.Once the bandits are cleared, the remaining two doors are enough to evacuate people.

Yuan Lang led the old A to complete the tough task. He wore a bulletproof mask so that his parents didn't know him. He was wearing the combat uniform of the Pakistani special forces.Two teams, each with two main attackers and two secondary attackers.The main attackers join hands with/guns, grenades/bombs, smoke/bombs, and flash shock bombs. On the premise of ensuring the safety of the hostages, the gangsters must lose a certain amount of combat power at a high speed and maneuver.The No. [-] secondary attacker carries submachine guns, grenades/bombs, and smoke/bombs, and is responsible for suppressing the bandits with firepower, making them completely lose their combat effectiveness.The No. [-] secondary attacker is also a blaster. In addition to firearms, he also has a directional blasting device. After blasting the hatch, he will follow the front team to mop up the tail.

Yuan Lang led Group A and entered through the front door.This is the most dangerous place, because according to the plan, most of the gangsters will be attracted to the cabin by them to observe the situation in front of the fuselage.Qi Huan leads Group B and enters through the back door. They need to pay more attention to protecting the hostages.

The captain took Xu Sanduo away, but assigned Wu Zhe to Qi Huan, Wu Zhe had no objection to this. Group A had a heavy task, and Yuan Lang couldn't take care of the two recruits. However, Group B had a greater risk of accidentally injuring hostages. This was a pressure that Xu Sanduo could not bear for the time being.In fact, it was already surprisingly bold for him to dare to put two newcomers on such an occasion.

"The hypnotic bomb has been dropped, it's over."

"The blasting at point A is ready, it's over."

"The blasting at point B is ready, over."

"@*&%$#, it's over." The Pakistani soldiers' English accent was extremely heavy, and all the Chinese soldiers listening to the earphones thought silently, they couldn't understand at all~

Fortunately, Yuan Lang can understand, not only can he understand, he can also say: "*_&^=%$#@, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1!"

The night lights on the runway of the airport have long been turned off, and only the cabin lights of the hijacked plane are on, like an owl in the darkness, its body hidden in the darkness, but its eyes are shining, which can light up the darkest places. treetops.

In total silence, black oil sluggishly condensed on the runway in front of the plane.With the end of Yuan Lang's countdown, a cluster of small flames ignited from the corner of the oil carpet. It found its most delicious food, so it ate desperately like a greedy snake, swelled, and finally swelled into a skyrocketing cloud. The sea of ​​flames shone brightly on the entire airport.

There were no explosions, in order not to disturb the sleeping passengers in the cabin as much as possible.The fire is like the sun, dazzling and quiet, like a plausible prophecy, making the gangsters in the plane fearful and unaware.

☆, fierce battle

In the cockpit of the plane, a terrorist sat in the captain's seat, fell asleep with his mouth open, snoring like thunder.Saliva flowed down his beard, congealed with the dried blood on the tip of the beard, and the AK47 in his arms drooped on his slightly protruding stomach, rising and falling with his breathing.

They didn't dare to stay here during the day, and the unobstructed transparent windshield made people feel insecure.But at night, the shelter of darkness gave them courage.It's not that I don't know the existence of infrared telescopes, but when life and death are at stake, people often prefer to believe in judgments derived from genes rather than acquired knowledge through education.It's as if some tourist attractions have built a transparent bridge on the cliff with glass. They clearly understand that the building is strong enough to support it, but they will be trembling when walking up.But if a layer of newspaper is placed on the glass bridge to block the communication between the line of sight and the bottom of the cliff, even if the brain tells you that the piece of paper is useless, after the gene is deceived, the heart will feel at ease and stand firm.

So they turned off the lights in the cockpit, lowered the seats, and kept people on the lower edge of the windshield as much as possible. The movement of the army."

In an empty first-class seat was nestled his accomplice Omar.At zero o'clock, he had just finished dinner and was too tired, so he asked to change the guard with his companions, but he really lay down and couldn't sleep.

The hijacking was a complete accident.Their goal was just a terrorist attack at the airport, but they happened to see that the plane was disembarking passengers, so they blocked the passengers who had just come out and those who hadn't come out with guns, and successfully obtained a large number of hostages.When the crew members were under control, a great idea entered Omar's mind. He immediately contacted the base with a satellite phone and changed the action plan.

Since officially joining Al Qaeda, Omar has been ready to dedicate his life to Allah at any time.He took an active part in this airport attack, and imagined the heroic scene of his sacrifice countless times in his dreams.But now that the plan is changed, he finds that his life that should have gone to heaven has been saved, and the unexpected luck makes him a little timid.

Once the release of the members of the organization is confirmed tomorrow, they will release the first batch of hostages as promised, and then wait for the government forces to provide an off-road vehicle with full fuel.After the vehicle arrived, they would release the second batch of hostages, and then drive away from the airport with the remaining hostages.The base has no way to come forward to meet them, but as long as they can escape into the territory of the autonomous region where government troops are expressly prohibited from entering, they will be safe.

He never thought that he would be able to go back alive, but when he thought of how happy his mother would be when she saw him again, and how much promotion and promotion he would get because of this credit, he couldn't help looking forward to it.

A heart was beating erratically in the quiet night like this, and the drowsiness seemed to be gradually attacking again.He glanced at his watch. It was almost three o'clock, and there were only more than six hours left before the deadline. The lights in the terminal building were all turned off, and the Pakistani soldiers probably had a rest.Then sleep for a while, there is still a fierce battle to be fought tomorrow.He fell asleep so fast that he fell asleep almost in the blink of an eye.

He dreamed that his elder brother, who had died in battle, brought back a rabbit: "Hey, younger brother, call grandma to light the fire, we will eat roasted rabbit tonight!"

Omar excitedly ran to the bedroom, but Grandma wasn't there.He ran to the backyard again, and ran outside the door, but no one was there.After slapping his head, he went to the kitchen, and saw that the fire on the stove was out of control, burning along the pile of firewood, and half of the wall was already submerged in the fire.Grandma grabbed something and wanted to put out the fire, but the fire suddenly flared up, and she realized that she was pouring vegetable oil.

Omar yelled in panic, "Grandma!"

Grandma turned her head and looked at him sadly: "Run! Run!"

Omar opened his eyes suddenly and noticed an incredible red light outside the window.He rushed into the cockpit, only to see a blanket of red in all directions, with heat that even the plane couldn't block!

"Quick, wake up! It's on fire!" He clenched the gun tightly in his hand, and quickly woke up his companion on the co-pilot.The shouting also attracted the attention of the two people in the cabin.They entered the extraordinary scene from behind the half-open cab door.

"Go and see, too," the female bandit said nervously to her husband, "are they trying to burn us to death?"

His husband barely opened his heavy eyelids and walked towards the cockpit: "Unless they want to take the hostages with them, God will approve of me with so many heretics buried with them."

At this moment, boom!

At three o'clock in the morning, there was a loud explosion, which came from the front and rear ends of the plane respectively. The cabin door was shaken open by the directional bombs, and it fell straight inward, engulfed in the hot and dry air outside the cabin that was being burned by the fire.The man who was walking towards the cockpit felt a gust of wind behind him, and a giant "pong" brushed the hair and collar on the back of his head and hit the ground.

The man's reaction was not as quick as before. He stumbled and turned around, pulled the bolt and fired the gun at the door. The bullets from the automatic gun were scattered in one piece, and he shouted: "Allahu Akbar!"

At some point, a smoking cylindrical object was thrown at his feet, making a squeaky sound.The man yelled "Leizi!" and retreated quickly trying to find cover.

However, this is not an ordinary grenade/bomb. After the internal fuse is burned, a group of dazzling white light that is so intense that it does not belong to the world suddenly bursts out in the small cabin space!

For a while, the enemy disappeared, the hostage disappeared, the plane disappeared, and even himself disappeared.In the eyes of this bombed-out terrorist, the whole world disappeared, leaving only the ubiquitous light.

Quickly, he heard a violent roaring thunder in this light, the sound drummed his eardrums, and passed straight to the bottom of his heart, shaking his heartbeat, and numb his hands and feet.In this explosion, there was a light "嗡~" in his ears, and he was temporarily deaf.Then he lost his balance and fell to the ground.

It wasn't just him, the bomb shocked everyone in the plane.Omar raised his gun when he heard the hatch fall, turned around and rushed out, and was also blasted hard.Even if he closed his eyes in response, the light still lingered in his retina, like a white blindfold that could never be removed.

Fortunately, his companion was just woken up in a daze when he heard someone shouting grenade/bomb, so he quickly squatted down covering his head, only to be shocked by the loud noise.

It's not just the front doors of the plane that get stun bombs thrown in, but the rear doors as well.Wu Zhe is the blaster here. After he triggered the directional blast, he gave way to the bomber.The back door fell down at the same time, and the female bandit looked back, just in time to see the dazzling light thrown in front of her eyes.The two white lights just swallowed everyone and everything in the cabin.

At this moment, the assault of the old A's is launched!

The atmosphere in the temporary command post at the airport was solemn, and a display screen was broadcasting live footage of the assault captured by a camera about 100 meters away from the plane.Two passenger elevator cars are firmly attached to the two cabin doors of the plane. At the top of the passenger elevator, there are four old A's wearing bulletproof masks. Once the masks are covered, no one can tell that they are not Chinese. . SSG soldiers waited below them.

Explosion, the door opened, the flash bomb exploded, and the old A's filed in and disappeared into the screen.So far everything is going well, but no one in front of the monitor can breathe a sigh of relief, they are serious and nervous, looking forward to it, the hardest part has just begun.

Yuan Lang was the first to enter the cabin, and the white light had already faded. For those who were hit, the blinding effect would last for about three to five minutes after that, which was the best time limit for attacking.But being blind does not mean that you have no combat effectiveness.

They have guns and they're crazy!

Omar closed his eyes, raised his machine gun and began to shoot out of the aisle recklessly. The dense bullets pierced through the walls of the bathroom and kitchen on both sides of the aisle, and the items were ejected between the thicker metal parts, crackling like candy. It's like falling in a fruit bowl.A bullet just penetrated the water pipe, soo!The running water gushed out and sprayed everywhere in the bathroom.His companion who fell on the ground was hit by a ricochet, "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

After entering the plane, Yuan Lang turned the muzzle of the gun to the direction of the left-hand cockpit without hesitation. He took advantage of the corner to hide, and threw a smoke/fog bomb and a grenade/bomb successively while the opponent was changing the magazine. .The former is a cover, the latter is the purpose.

Again, boom!

Amidst the sound of the explosion, the bullets finally stopped, and Yuan Lang walked out of the corner step by step.His steps were not fast, but very light, so light that there was hardly any sound.

A terrorist was curled up on the ground in the middle of the aisle.This person was hit by a ricochet first, and then by a grenade/bomb, and was almost useless, but Yuan Lang still did not take it lightly.He raised the pistol/gun equipped with a silencer, and patched the man's brainstem again, so he lost his breath quietly, only a nervous twitch, which made the assistant attacker Xu Sanduo Can't help but tremble slightly.

Another main attacker has turned his gun in the direction of the cabin.Bullets fired from the cockpit could come out of the gaps around his teammate at any time and hit his back, which has no eyes.But he did not hesitate at all, entrusted his life safety to his teammates with confidence, and concentrated on completing his task.

Deputy Attacker No. [-] was still guarding the corner of the door, but aimed his gun at the cockpit door, which was almost completely covered.Yuan Lang tapped the toilet with his toe, but no one was there; Xu Sanduo kicked the kitchen door, but no one was there.The eyes of the two met, Yuan Lang made a gesture for him to stand by, and he tiptoed towards the door with a gap left.

On the other side, as soon as Wu Zhe got into the plane, she saw the female bandit rushing towards her. She was quite knowledgeable and recognized the flash/bounce immediately, so she closed her eyes and covered them with her hands immediately, so she was less affected , At this time, the figure can still be seen vaguely.

She held her gun and began to pull the trigger towards the hatch.I used a single shot, but I shot very accurately, one shot at a time, several times the bullets passed by Qi Huan's ears, thanks to his quick flash.Qi Huan cursed in a low voice, shrank at the corner of the door, pinched the gap after the opponent's bullet was fired, got up and returned two shots.

The blinding white light, the unusually hot air generated by the burning fire, the violent explosion, the thick smell of gunpowder smoke, and the dense gunfire made all the hostages startled and screamed.

A local mother wearing a black face scarf held her 4-year-old child in her arms, lowered her head and tried her best to shrink down in the seat, wishing to fold herself into a body armor and cover her child.The child was crying because of discomfort, his delicate voice was almost hoarse.

Some big white man caught in the white light lost his eyes and ears for the first time in the middle of a third of his life.He desperately yelled "God, help me~" but even though he had shouted to the point of tearing, he still couldn't hear the sound from his throat.He waved his arms in horror and tried to stand up, but was pulled back into the seat by the plane's seat belt.

"No, this is something to do, she must be killed quickly!" Qi Huan heard the movement of the hostages, gritted his teeth, and let's go.

The palms of the SSG members waiting outside the plane were already soaked in sweat.They are all people who have been through the hail of bullets, and they have never been so nervous before going into battle. At this time, they are guarding outside. They don't know the situation, they can't participate, they can only wait.This feeling is really not very comfortable for them who have always been proud.

The female bandit fought and retreated, as if hoping to get support from her companions.However, support did not arrive, and what greeted her was the enemy who began to rush forward desperately.

Wu Zhe lowered his body and followed Qi Huan closely. Relying on his comprehensive bulletproof equipment, even if he could not be completely bulletproof, he was still better than terrorists wearing cloth clothes.Once it was all out, the firepower created by the four guns on the opposite side was by no means something the female bandit could resist with her body.

The female bandit was so panicked that she was sweating, and she started to fire the gun desperately, looking for the last chance of survival in the blurred vision.

Suddenly, she violently pulled a hostage from the seat, and stood in front of her. With the other hand, she grabbed the fuse of the explosive/explosive at her waist: "Don't come here! Otherwise, no one in this cabin will survive!"

Worse!this