An NH-90 armed helicopter flew over, and the 30mm rotary cannon installed in the hatch door swept over to the armed personnel on the ground like plowing the ground, opening a passage for the SAS following behind.
"B-6, the road ahead has been clear, and Alloy-01 has completed the encirclement of the target."
"B-6 understands." John Price replied.
Victor Zakayev has been blocked by the Delta forces, and now he and his remaining subordinates can only fight stubbornly in an apartment building and make the final struggle.
If there is no accident, the mission is almost completed, and the rest is to capture the target alive.
But he already knew that Victor, who was at the end of his journey, would definitely work harder. If he followed Price's idea, he would first surround the apartment building and not fight, so that the people who were already ready to wait for a while, and then attacked after they vented this breath, it would be easier.
However, the people in the command center could no longer wait. After all, they ordered a strong attack to start. After all, there were no civilians here and there were no collateral damage.
Various types of armed helicopters kept hitting the shooting points at the window. If they were not worried about capturing Victor alive, their current firepower could almost directly level the building.
"Let's go." The gunshots in the building had stopped completely. No one dared to shoot at the window. Price shouted and rushed out of the bunker first, with Gaz and Thorpe following behind.
SAS, Delta, and GIGN entered the apartment building in three directions. They needed to clear out the remaining armed personnel inside and identify Victor. There must be no accidental injuries during this process. This job is quite difficult to do.
Many rooms in the building have become ruins and provide natural shelter for these people. Four or five armed personnel blocked the entire team of SAS in the corridor, and both sides could only shoot in one room.
Thorpe had just tried to shoot sideways, and a bullet hit his chest accurately. The impact made him fall to the ground. Price behind him grabbed the handle on his tactical vest and pulled him back.
He handed the person to Gaz behind him and quickly threw two grenades inside, temporarily interrupting the gunshot inside.
"How is he?" Price asked without looking back at the door.
"It's okay, the bullet is stuck on the bulletproof board." Gates checked Thorpe's body and confirmed that he was not injured. The bullet hit the bulletproof board on his chest. His chest should hurt for a few days later.
"B-6, here is alloy-1, pay attention to the top of your head." Sandman's voice came from the intercom.
Just as everyone was confused, several explosions suddenly occurred on the roof of the building where the armed personnel were located, and the entire floor was smashed down. For a moment, the entire floor was filled with smoke and dust, as if it had entered the center of a sandstorm.
"fuck,..." The whole team was full of curses. The group of deltas climbed to the upper floor, found the right position and directly blasted. The method was simple and effective.
"Hurry up, that bastard can no longer escape." Sandman and others fired the armed personnel who were smashed under the floor.
Several teams finally broke through the final blockade, and Victor could only escape all the way up, "The target is on the left side of the upper floor, and there is a staircase in the north corner." Sandman joined the other two teams.
Finally, "There is movement on the roof, wait a moment", and the voice of the command center sounded, "The characteristics are consistent, the target is on the roof, he is yours."
Gates rushed to the roof first and pointed a gun at the final target with several GIGN players. Victor Zakayev, "Put down that damn gun." "Put down the gun."
A Black Hawk helicopter was hovering at the rooftop, and Victor, in a mess, stood at the edge with his hands holding his face, his face complicated and didn't know what he was thinking.
"Put down the gun."
Victor raised his head and looked at everyone, with a ferocious face, pressed the HP powerful pistol in his hand against his chin. With a scream, he pulled the trigger without hesitation. The bullet instantly passed through his brain and fell backwards from the roof.
Price rushed over and stood at the edge of the roof, looking at the corpse that had fallen into a pool of mud below, sighed, and had to admire the man's decisiveness, but this mission had been completely screwed up.
"This kid really has a kind of talent."
Price ignored Gaz's complaints and could only report to the command center as soon as possible, "TOC, B-6 report, Victor Zakayev dies and is about to return." At that moment, it seemed that everyone could hear the disappointed voices of everyone in the command center.
This kind of thing cannot be hidden. The news of killing Victor Zakayev spread wildly, and France was filled with joy. After all, this person was the main messenger of the Paris attack.
But OTAN went bankrupt if he wanted to capture his son through Victor's plan, but at this time, a piece of news came from Russia.
"This damn bear." OTAN commander slapped the documents in his hand on the table.
After Victor's death, the Russians finally disclosed the location of Zakayev's military base. According to them, there may be several R-36M ballistic missiles that can be launched in the launch silo of that base. R-36M NATO code-named SS-18 Satan, liquid fuel, a range of 12,000 kilometers, 10 sub-missile heads with a TNT equivalent accuracy of 250 meters. Does this thing really require accuracy?
"The Russians are already planning to start attacking." An OTAN official pinched his forehead and things were a bit big.
"Then let them fight, ours will not die."
"If Zakayev actually fired a nuclear bomb, where would he choose the target?"
Everyone's eyes were all turned to the Permanent Representative of the United States, which was simply obvious.
"Okay, gentlemen, we don't have time to talk to each other here. The bear has agreed to let us participate, Price and the others will fly directly over." The Secretary-General of NATO interrupted everyone's argument, after all, everyone doesn't want a nuclear war to break out.
Everyone felt that the Russians deliberately informed the existence of intercontinental missiles at the end. In fact, they were really wronged this time. The Eastern Military Region Command only learned about this information before preparing to launch an attack, and had to temporarily delay the operation time.
They also knew that Zakayev, a lunatic, could do everything. If he was really forced into a hurry and the nuclear bomb was really fired, then the blame would be on the Russians themselves and no one could afford the responsibility.
So Moscow can only agree to OTAN to participate, which can be considered as sharing the risk. If something happens, don’t blame me.
Chapter completed!