Outside Boryspil Airport, a few vehicles with Eagle Sauce NGO signs parked on the side of the road.
A group of Western reporters, armed with long and short equipment, are ready to go, along with more than a dozen medical staff under the name of the Red Cross, ready to expose the dark side of the Ermao family, save the weak and tortured by suffering, and show their benevolent and world-saving kindness.
The reporters' manuscripts are all finished-after the disintegration of the alliance, the black forces refused to accept Western democracy. A small group of powerful figures wreaked havoc on the place with cruel methods, and Boryspil in the eastern suburbs of Kiev is the most terrifying nest among them.
This airport is full of disgusting black market transactions. Arms, drugs, organs, slaves, and profiteers are seriously violating human rights, trampling on freedom, and contempt for Western universal values.
Faced with all kinds of heinous atrocities, Western society naturally has the right to flatten the land.
Anyway, the manuscript is a combination of words. How terrifying, disgusting, attracting attention? Elementary school students can write about this stuff, but it's impossible for readers to come to Boryspil to verify it anyway.
It is well known that even if you feed shit, people still have to eat it.
The little foreign girl Michelle is talking with several reporters, discussing how to take a panoramic picture of the "Purgatory on Earth" waiting for the well-known Kiev troops to enter the airport.
Western readers will be very satisfied to see these. It seems that with their support, the world has peace.
The essence is that in the past few months of the Persian Gulf crisis, the conflict between Eagle Sauce and Persia has been eased. In addition to stepping up the blockade, Yingjiang can only accept bad luck. It turned its attention to Ermao's family again.
After General Chechevatov suddenly jumped up, Michelle, who was originally affiliated with DOD, suffered a heavy blow. She had to diversify her career to join the CIA, and put on the NGO brand to commit crimes.
But no matter how hard Michelle tried, she watched the "Holy Light" move a large amount of armaments from Ermao's house-the flying Il-76 was removed sixty to seventy, and more than thirty were in poor condition. Are sold cheaply as accessories.
In addition to large airplanes, the "Shengguang" also went deep into the Ermao family's many cutting-edge fields such as aerospace, machinery and chemical engineering, shipbuilding and shipbuilding, taking advantage of the local chaotic situation to make a big profit.
If it is not controlled, Ermao will be bald.
This situation was not contained until Ying Jiang's attention returned.
The native chickens helped to block the Bosphorus Strait and prohibited the cargo ships of the "Holy Light" from entering the Black Sea. The public knowledge faction in Kiev has also been strengthened, preparing to clear Boryspil, the stronghold of the "Holy Light".
Michelle spent a lot of energy and money in order to complete the task. But when all work arrangements were in place, the rumbling of turbofan engines came from the sky.
"What's that?" People asked everywhere inside and outside the airport. It's not that they can't recognize the Il-76, but they just don't understand that the transport plane for Mao seems to be landing.
A battle is taking place at the airport. Thousands of military police controlled by the Kwangchi faction control this place, and victory is about to be won. Is this transport plane in such a hurry? It's not too late to divide the victory and defeat again!
But it really came down with its majestic momentum.
To suffer!
It was determined that Il-76 would forcibly land, and the woman's instinct was telling Michelle that there were not too many people who could give this order and forcefully intervene in the current battle. This requires extraordinary courage and close interest.
The reporter outside the airport was busy taking pictures towards the runway. The camera recorded the scene of the Il-76's landing gear brushing over the armored vehicle blocking the road and forcibly landing. Even as the enemy, they shouted for the superb skills of the pilots.
Immediately afterwards, the transport plane had not yet stopped, and the four turbofans reversed, bringing violent screams. The manic sound wave spread for several kilometers in the surrounding area, and everyone's ears were bombarded. Some people feel dizzy and can't stand still.
Il-76 crashed into the terminal building with unmatched kinetic energy, and the pilot desperately slowed down to avoid crashes. When everyone's eyes were on this big guy with a load of hundreds of tons, the explosion of a grenade caused even greater panic.
Michelle is only a member of the NGO, she doesn't wear weapons, and the reporters around her only have things like cameras and voice recorders. For safety, her subordinates are two kilometers away from the terminal building, and can only use a telescope to see the situation on the battlefield from a distance.
When the explosion smoke rushed into the sky, Michelle immediately called the officer who was performing the command on the radio-there was no response after shouting for a long time. As for the other low-level officers on the scene, she didn't even know them.
The situation is out of control.
The forced landing of Il-76 greatly encouraged the black market mercenaries guarding the airport. They were suddenly attacked by the public knowledge faction half an hour ago, and some people secretly defected. This was originally a losing situation.
But now...
The landing transport plane crashed into the glass curtain wall of the terminal building. The body and the building were severely damaged in the tragic impact, but it eventually stopped.
At the moment of the impact, the pilot and co-pilot in the cockpit yelled, tense to muscle cramps. But when everything was stable and it was confirmed that they had survived, the crew members couldn't help but cheered together, shouting to have a drink to celebrate.
Outside the terminal building, magic gems with obscurity were crushed, and the mottled light and shadow made Zhou Qingfeng wear optical camouflage like a chameleon and blend into the surrounding environment.
Miaomiao just attacked a few soldiers who were placed outside the terminal building and brought an AK-74 and several magazines to the owner.
Zhou Qingfeng changed weapons and instructed the little fairies to scatter around, find the guys like grassroots commanders and carry out a sneak attack-gently pierce the scalp with a poisonous needle.
This is not necessarily dead, but it certainly leads to chaos.
"You are responsible for staring at the surrounding area and don't let the enemy enter the terminal." Zhou Qingfeng ran quickly with the assault rifle under the cover of obscurity, and rushed into the terminal within a few seconds.
Marcos once signed a contract, and within 500 meters, Zhou Qingfeng could clearly sense in the information link that the Slavic man was still alive.
Several heavily armed Ermao military police hurried out of the terminal building. They wanted to know what was going on outside, but they passed by a pillar and suddenly something happened.
The AK-74s called names one by one from behind, knocking down the soldiers and policemen who rushed out one by one. The small-caliber projectile avoided the heavy body armor and easily penetrated their skulls.
The gun in Zhou Qingfeng's hand was beating slightly, and the sudden gunshots were crisp and sharp. After a few three-shot bursts, there were a few more corpses in the messy terminal.
Turning around from behind the hiding column, his mental strength is condensed, and Zhou Qingfeng scans the chaotic environment again-the terminal is the management center of the entire black market, where hundreds of people are trapped.
The black market merchants are not good at stubbornness, and they are stubbornly resisting the attacking Er Mao military police. They all have heavy firepower, and they just throw bombs or shoot with heavy machine guns at every turn.
Marco was on the fifth floor of the terminal building, and Zhou Qingfeng stepped up the stairs. As you can see, there are blood stains, bullet craters and corpses everywhere on the ground. Before reaching the fifth floor, I heard someone shouting with a loudspeaker:
"Marcus, you are finished. We know that the power behind you is the'Holy Light'. But now that the Americans are off the court, the'Holy Light' can't hold it.
You still have time to surrender now, hand over the dollars earned in the black market in the past six months, don't force us to blow up your building directly. "
It sounds like it is a subordinate hired by Marcos, who has now turned to follow the new master. But his voice was only exchanged for a ridicule, and Marco was hiding in his reinforced office, not surrendering.
Zhou Qingfeng sneaked up from the downstairs. Turning around the corner, he saw a dozen Ermao military police holding heavy bullet-proof shields to form a barrier. Behind the shield wall stood a fierce fur with a beard and stubble.
The loud speakers can be heard throughout the terminal. No one thought that at this moment of effort, the enemy could be touched outside.
Zhou Qingfeng looked around the corner and rushed forward with a stepping speed, flashing behind the fierce Maozi in an instant, took a grenade from his guard, and threw it out after pulling the string.
"Everyone, I don't quite agree with your views. I want to prove it is wrong."
The billowing defensive grenade drew an arc, and threw it between the vicious fur and the shield wall. The soldier holding the shield turned his head and took a look.
The flames exploded, blast...