At 5:30 pm local time, Fu Ming was already on the plane flying from Kinshasa, Congo to Damascus, Syria. In more than thirty minutes, the plane would land in Damascus, the capital of Syria.
Of course, Syria does not accept any passengers now, and there are no international flights. Fu Ming persuaded the General Staff to pass the Ministry of Foreign Affairs and let the Syrian government open such a route specifically for Fu Ming. The plane was even flown by Congolese Prime Minister Ajax Rilin.
Ajax seemed very generous on his special plane. When seeing him off in the afternoon, Fu Ming informed him that IADC personnel were importing arms into Congo.
According to Marie Antoinette, the "National Independence Front" armed forces entrenched in Congo's South Kivu province received two train carriages of small arms. And the message she conveyed at the train station, in addition to stating the recent
In addition to the information, there are also payment checks and contract receipts.
Ajax didn't seem too nervous after learning about this, which forced Fu Ming to re-examine the current Congolese government forces. Just a few months ago, when Ajax occupied the capital Kinshasa, even if
The strength of the former government forces was not too strong, and they still needed air raid assistance from Fu's Trading and Transportation Company. In Ajax's original words, these light weapons could not have any impact on the current situation, and ia underestimated him.
Fu Ming also smiled. Since Ajax is so confident, he has no reason to doubt. After all, he is now the Prime Minister of Congo, and he is also an outsider. It is difficult to say anything. It is naturally good if nothing happens. Except
Given the situation, according to the strength of Fu's Trading and Transportation Company, it is impossible for it to be able to suppress this matter.
Although this plane is Ajax's private plane, it is a small plane after all. In addition to Fu Ming, members of the security force are also on the plane. As for Cat, who has been having a fever, he did not accept Fu Ming's suggestion and fell into a drowsy state.
Sitting next to Fu Ming, staring at the laptop screen.
Fu Ming rested for a while, and when he opened his eyes, he found that the cat next to him had actually fallen asleep, and the screen saver pattern of his computer was flashing continuously.
He removed the computer from Cat's lap, closed the lid, and pulled up the blanket on her body.
Cat wasn't sleeping very deeply. Fu Ming woke her up even though he moved lightly. She rubbed her eyes and stretched. "It's a bit cold."
"You haven't recovered from your cold yet. It would be great to just go back to your country and rest. You must come with me." Fu Ming took off his coat and covered the cat with another layer. This was a new piece of clothing placed in the Imperial Capital Villa.
Cat's pink travel bag contained more than just her own clothes. Fu Ming left Hong Kong in a hurry and only brought two sets of clothes for change. Cat helped Fu Ming get the clothes very carefully.
"If I don't come, do you still expect these stinky men to bring you clothes from China? I am your assistant, and I am not an elderly Fudong. I can still handle such things as being sent abroad.
"cat gave Ming a grateful look, and then looked back at the several security force members who had been sleeping soundly on the plane. "They are also exhausted."
"You are a girl. You run around outside all day long. Be careful that no one wants you in the future. If you continue to burn, your brain will be burned out." Fu mentioned Fudong, and Fu Ming felt uneasy on his face. He rolled up his sleeves and looked at
Look at the time.
"My brain is burned out. No one wants me so I have to rely on you. Anyway, you, the boss, will support me for the rest of my life..." Cat stuck out his tongue. Due to the fever, there were two unnatural blushes on his cheeks.
Fu Ming smiled helplessly, put on his seat belt, clapped his hands to the security force members behind him, and shouted, "Lazy pigs, get up. We are about to land. If you don't want to fall to your death, put your seat belt on the plane."
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The members of the security force woke up in a daze. Not long after putting on their seat belts, the people on the plane felt that the altitude of the plane had dropped, and the pressure on their eardrums hurt. The plane bumped slightly, and Fu Ming turned to look out the window.
, the plane slowly stopped on the runway.
Fu Ming said hello to the pilot, and everyone got off the plane together. The plane would take off again and return home soon. Fu Ming stood at the exit of the cabin, looking up at the dark sky. It was already past six o'clock in the evening.
The moment Ming walked down the hanging ladder, a bright light suddenly flashed in the distance in front of his sight, followed by a huge explosion and roar, the sound was deafening.
"Damascus has actually become a war zone?" Fu Ming looked at the explosion in the distance. It was obvious that it was the effect of a cruise missile hitting the target. He observed this somewhat crude airport, although there were a few soldiers hanging around here.
, but the actual purpose of the airport is no longer there. Neither the government forces nor the Tatmadaw will fight for such a place. The reason is simple. They do not have fighter jets that can make the existence of this airport meaningful.
The sound of gunfire and artillery crackled from the distance. Although there was no airplane in the sky, a string of bullets was still shot into the dark sky. The bullets left a fiery red flight path in the sky. It was a
Accidental fire after the machine gunner was killed.
Xu Cheng walked in the front carrying a pink travel bag. Song Jiahao stood behind him, looking around. Fu Ming and Cat walked side by side in the middle. Cat was groggy and seemed to be about to faint.
It looked like Fu Ming had no choice but to put her arm on his shoulder and help her walk slowly. Cat should be able to get good treatment in Syria.
Jack Davis and Wayne Blade walked on either side of Fu Ming and Cat, while the remaining two killers, Mo Bing and Huan Huan, walked at the back.
The originally pink travel bag in Mo Bing's hand was finally changed to black at his strong request. The weapons in the travel bag were taken out of the warehouse by members of the security forces when they left China, but they were of no use in Syria. He
After walking a few steps, he lowered his head and saw that the laces on his military boots were untied. He shouted towards the front, "Tie your shoes. The auditory hallucination will supplement my position."
Huan Huan turned around, smiled and cursed, "You're the only one with too much trouble..."
Mo Bing ignored him, put down the black travel bag in his hand, and bent down to tie his shoelaces.
Five hundred meters away, on the third floor of the airport building, two Westerners wearing camouflage uniforms were observing Fu Ming and his party. This was a sniper team, one holding an m110 sniper rifle, and the other holding an infrared range-finding telescope.
Keep an eye on their activities.
"Have you seen the lone man?" the observer whispered, holding up the telescope. "Take care of him first. The distance is 533.9 meters, the temperature is 16 degrees Celsius, the humidity is 3.5%, and there is no wind."
"The perfect weather for sniper assassination, thank God." The sniper smiled softly and carefully adjusted the focus of the infrared optical sight. He took a deep breath and just pulled the trigger with his index finger, but found the man in the sight.
He had already stood up. But at this time, it was too late to retract the gun. The 7.62mm bullet rotated through the silencer at the muzzle and flew towards Mo Bing.
Mo Bing tied his shoelaces, stood up and picked up the black travel bag. After squatting for a while, his feet went numb. He staggered forward and leaned slightly to the left. "You don't wait for me either.
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Before he finished speaking, Mo Bing felt a gust of cold wind blowing by his right hand. Then his hand was empty. He looked down and saw that only the strap was left in the travel bag in his hand, and the entire travel bag fell directly to the ground.
"The strap broke? The quality is not that bad." Mo Bing suddenly remembered that the position of the travel bag handle strap was exactly where his head was just now, plus the cold wind next to his right hand before the strap broke...
"Shit, we are about to be exposed. This kid is so lucky. Switch the main target. Is it the man walking in the middle?" Seeing that the bullet missed, the sniper cursed. "Originally, I wanted to wipe out this group of people.
, it seems that it’s no longer possible, give priority to killing the main target!”
"Confirm the target, the man in the middle, the distance is 518.6 meters, the temperature and humidity are the same, and there is no wind." The observer quickly replied.
The sniper once again put his eyes on the scope and adjusted his aim.
Mo Bing secretly screamed, "Twelve o'clock, sniper rifle! Boss, be careful!"
Fu Ming was stunned for a moment. Before he could recover, the security force members beside him all pulled out their pistols from their waists. Just as Mo Bing was about to pounce on Fu Ming, there was a flash of light on the airport building in front of him, and bullets rang out silently.
fired instantly.
"Damn, it's too late!" Mo Bing cursed. "Cat!"
At the moment of lightning, Cat, who had been supported by Fu Ming to walk, came to his senses, and pressed his whole body on Fu Ming's body. The bullet flew past Cat's waist. Cat only felt a sharp pain in his waist, and blood suddenly flowed.
It sprayed out and scattered on the ground.
Fu Ming was thrown to the ground by Cat, and he quickly checked Cat's injuries. The wound on Cat's right waist was bleeding continuously, and her delicate face turned pale. She frowned and her facial features were distorted because of the severe pain.
Fuming looked around the observers and said, "Jack, come here and help me lift the cat behind the scrapped car. The others will cover it!"
The security force members were relieved when they saw that Fu Ming was not injured, but they still did not dare to relax their vigilance. The hostile snipers were on the airport building directly in front. They drew their pistols and kept aiming at them. Although the effective range of the m1911 was long
It is far smaller than the distance between here and the airport building, so it cannot cause harm to the snipers there. Mo Bing left the black travel bag behind him when he ran. Jack heard Fu Ming's shout and ran over quickly, while Xu Cheng
He also threw down the travel bag in his hand, holding up the pistol and constantly observing the surroundings. If it was an assassination, there couldn't be only snipers. If he missed a hit, the opponent would definitely have a second plan.
The gunfire fired by Fu Ming's people was heard by several Syrian government troops not far away. However, although those few people knew that Fu Ming was someone sent by the Chinese government, they still ran away quickly. Since the sniper had no target
When they attack, it has nothing to do with them. They don't want to cause trouble.
"We've been exposed, stop shooting. Now start providing support and let the people below go up!" the sniper spat, looking very unwilling.
"The second group of Rippers and the first group of Rippers missed. Repeat, we missed. Hurry up and we will provide sniper cover." The observer said, holding down the switch of the throat microphone. This kind of throat microphone does not
The microphone needs to be pointed and a direct sound collection device is used, so the call is very clear. The observer speaks American English very fluently.
"Fu*k, there's no movement on the other side, Mo Bing, how did you find out!" Weinblad hid behind the car, and just when he stuck his head out, another bullet hit the car, bang.
With a sound, sparks flew everywhere.
"The strap of the weapon bag was broken. The bullet flew right where my head was when I was tying my shoelaces just a moment ago. I'm so damn lucky." Mo Bing looked at the black travel bag on the road outside. Now
The security force members only had one pistol in their hands, and all the magazines and rifles were in the bag.
Everyone is pressed hard by sniper rifles. They will undoubtedly be killed by snipers if they go out, let alone get back the duffel bag containing the rifle.
"What should we do? They will definitely have regular combat personnel. If they are military personnel from any country, we will be surrounded soon." Song Jiahao looked at the building, and there was no movement inside. As a sniper
, he is very clear about the sniper's responsibilities. If he doesn't shoot now, there must be someone on the ground. The sniper on the opposite side is now acting as a cover.
"Jack, how is she?" Fu Ming nodded and turned to look at cat.
"The situation is not very good. A major blood vessel has been punctured and requires immediate treatment. The first aid kit is also in the travel bag! The bleeding is very serious." Jack covered the wound on Cat's waist, but blood continued to emerge from the gaps between his fingers.
Come on. "The internal organs should not be hurt."
"Sister Cat, look into my eyes and stay awake!" Fu Ming patted Cat on the face, "Don't faint."
Cat's face and lips turned pale. She bit her lips and nodded seriously. She was already very weak due to the cold. Coupled with the severe pain and massive blood loss from the gunshot wound, she felt even more dizzy. She was struggling desperately at the moment.
Stay awake, she knows that once she goes into shock, she will die faster.
"Jack, give me your pistol." Mo Bing gritted his teeth, "I am small and my target is small. I attract firepower and design cover. Lao Xu, that bag is up to you." He didn't wait for Jack to agree.
, he snatched the pistol over. Holding the gun with both hands, there was no way to change the magazine in a short time. Xu Cheng needed to recover the weapon before the two magazines of the two guns were used up, and used the rifle to cover Mo Bing's evacuation.
Mo Bing put on his own steel Cao Cao mask. No matter where he went, he always carried this mask with him.
Xu Cheng nodded, put away the pistol, and recovered the weapon as quickly as possible, the greater the chance of Mo Bing's survival. He knew that Mo Bing had given his life to him. "Are you ready?"
"Go!" Mo Bing raised the gun with his right hand and smashed the steel Cao Cao mask with the pistol grip. The metal collided and made a crisp sound.