"A piece of news is inserted below. According to our news report, a Boeing commercial airliner that took off from the Imperial Capital earlier was on its way to Beirut, Lebanon. It failed to make an emergency landing due to the airport blockade. The crew members lost contact. There is currently no information about the survivors. Reporter's news. Three hours ago, armed factions in southern and northern Lebanon, the Truth Sect and the Seminary Party, exchanged fire in the capital city of Beirut. The leader of the Pravda Sect, Victor Abeli, announced the occupation of Beirut. The US military has intervened in the armed conflict and claimed to ensure the safety of civilians. The flight was intercepted before landing. The specific reason for the emergency landing and the casualties are unknown. This station will conduct follow-up reports. my country's Ministry of Transportation has issued a document suspending all flights to Beirut, Lebanon. Flights, the spokesperson of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs reminded the public that Lebanon is at war, called on all passengers to cancel travel to Lebanon, and called on compatriots currently in Lebanon to seek protection from the local embassy as much as possible. Below we will continue to pay attention to the second East Asian incident. In the Pacific War, South Korea and Japan once again engaged in a large-scale naval battle at 5:30 this morning local time..."
Fudong turned off the TV with a bang, frowned, and looked at the satellite phone at hand. Fu Ming's life and death were unknown at this time, which made him very anxious. There was no help at all in the country, and there was no intelligence information.
Lin Jianping and Zhang Lu were talking about something and walked into the conference room with folders in hand. The two of them had already spent their spare time helping Fu Ming manage Fu's Trading and Transportation Company. They got started quickly and helped Fu Dong a lot.
Seeing Fudong's frown, Lin Jianping quietly sat down next to him, while Zhang Lu stood beside him, not daring to make a sound.
"Uncle Fu." Lin Jianping called him in a low voice, "There is no problem with the orders. My father also made a lot of benefits from the Congo trade."
Fudong came back from his thoughts and forced out a smile, "Thank you, you are really helpful. The boss's rejection of the boss is really exhausting this old man like me."
"Did something happen to Fu Ming?" Lin Jianping sighed. He had also heard some news just now. "Was he the passenger on that civil airliner?"
Seeing that he couldn't hide it anymore, Fudong sighed and nodded, "Yes, the plane disintegrated during the emergency landing. There is no news yet." He glanced at the satellite phone again, hoping that the phone would ring quickly.
Lin Jianping also clenched his fists after hearing this. Zhang Lu put her hand on his shoulder, "It's okay. He's so capable, he'll be fine. Jiren have their own destiny."
"I hope so. Don't tell Zeng Xiaoting for the time being." Lin Jianping raised his head and looked at the chandelier on the ceiling. "She can't withstand any blow now. She is as sweet as a flower all day long."
Fu Ming, who was in the desert, was not having a good time at this time. He had already checked the satellite phone. In the emergency landing just now, the satellite phone on hand was smashed to pieces, the battery of the laptop was smashed, and the three people could not be contacted at all.
Anyone, let alone calling Fudong or local company members in Lebanon.
Fu Ming looked at his watch. It was close to three o'clock in the afternoon local time. The desert at this time was the most uncomfortable. They found some drinking water from the cabin, and then hid in a building not far from the crash site.
In the shadow of the dunes, waiting for the arrival of ground troops.
"Boss..." Xu Chengmao got down. He seemed to hear something, "the sound of a car engine."
Mo Bing stuck his head out and looked outside. Sure enough, he saw a small black dot on the horizon. They were quickly approaching the crash site. "There is a car."
Fu Ming nodded, "It depends on fate!" In his opinion, there is a high probability that the people coming are CIA or US ground forces. The two F22 fighter jets just overhead were the US Air Force, and they would not treat such an important matter
The matter was left to Victor Abeli's motley crew of truth sects. The two fighter jets had disappeared, and they had not found Fu Ming and others.
"What's going on?" Fu Ming looked at the cars getting closer and froze in place. What came was not CIA or American ground troops, but a pickup truck with a machine gun behind it. 10
Several Middle Easterners jumped out of the car holding AK47s, chattering in Arabic, and slowly approached the cabin, searching carefully for something.
"I didn't expect that they really sent these miscellaneous troops here!" Xu Cheng smiled. It seems that it is not so easy to die this time.
"Xu Cheng, what do you think, go up and fuck them?" Mo Bing's eyes lit up and he rubbed his hands.
"Wait a while, wait until they all go in. Based on their intelligence, they probably won't search the entire area. There must not be many people left outside, and they can be killed with bare hands. With weapons, these people are not worth mentioning at all.
!" Fu Ming also stuck his head out and carefully observed the dozen or so truth sect mercenary soldiers.
Sure enough, after a few minutes, most of the soldiers rolled into the overturned aircraft through the entrance above the cabin, leaving only three people outside to hold the door.
"Go!" Xu Cheng shouted in a low voice and ran behind the soldier closest to him. He suddenly jumped up and covered the soldier's mouth. He pressed his shoulder with his other hand and heard a click.
, the soldier's neck was broken and his head was drooped. Xu Cheng slowly lowered the body and picked up the AK47 rifle in his hand.
Mo Bing, who was following Xu Cheng, also covered the mouth of another soldier, pulled out the saber attached to the soldier's leg, and cut his throat. Blood spurted out and spilled all over the floor.
It instantly seeped into the sand on the ground. The soldier kept struggling, but couldn't make a sound. After struggling for a while, he lay straight on the ground.
The third soldier noticed something was wrong and turned around, looking in horror at Xu Cheng, who was holding an AK47 rifle, and Mo Bing, who was covered in blood.
A cold light shot out of Mo Bing's eyes, aiming at the soldier's head. With a flick of his right hand, the saber flew out with a whoosh and inserted into the soldier's right eye. The soldier roared and fell backward, and with a strong right hand, he pulled the trigger.
The rifle in his hand fired suddenly, and bullets shot into the sky. He lay on the ground, his body still twitching.
"Xu Cheng, get in the car!" Fu Ming ran over from behind and pointed at the machine gun on the pickup truck.
Xu Cheng understood, threw the rifle in his hand to Fu Ming, jumped into the truck compartment, and with a click, the rusty .50 machine gun bullets were loaded. "I hope this thing can still ring loudly!" It was obvious that Xu Cheng was worried about what he had in his hands.
I am very dissatisfied with this heavy weapon.
Mo Bing also picked up the rifle from the ground, checked the ammunition, and with a click, the bullet was loaded, "It's good to have some use, it's much better than empty-handed!"
Fu Ming pointed the muzzle of the gun at the exit of the cabin and took aim. "They should be out soon. Don't let them come out alive!"
Xu Cheng and Mo Bing were also taking aim. Ten seconds later, ten mercenaries who heard the gunshots outside the cabin appeared. The first person who jumped out of the cabin door was surprised to see that they were already aiming at him.
The three guns were frozen in place.
"What's wrong with you?" The people below looked at his expression and asked in confusion. "What's going on outside?" He couldn't wait any longer and jumped out of the cabin door.
Fu Ming sneered, and pulled the trigger with his right index finger. The AK47 rifle poured bullets wildly towards the cabin door. Mo Bing and Xu Cheng also started a fire. The AK47's 7.62mm bullets and the powerful penetrating power of the .50 machine gun
, immediately beat the two soldiers who jumped out of the cabin door into a sieve, and even the bodies were incomplete.
"The passengers should still be on their seats. There are only a few of them. It won't cause any harm to them. Direct penetrating shooting!" Fu Ming lowered the muzzle of his gun and fired continuously at the cabin. He firmly believed that the remaining soldiers were blocked in the cabin.
At the door.
Xu Cheng agreed, while Mo Bing smiled coldly. The two of them also lowered their guns and fired continuously at the fuselage under the cabin door.
The bullet penetrated the fuselage armor and made a crackling collision sound. The cabin was in a mess, the interior was smashed to pieces, and debris flew everywhere. The remaining soldiers were in a mess and forgot to fire back.
He just looked for cover, but there was no place for cover in the cabin. There were soft materials everywhere to prevent injuries.
The rifle in Fu Ming's hand had been empty of ammunition. Even in the hot afternoon, the barrel was still emitting green smoke. The bullet cases were scattered on the floor, mixed with the golden sand. Xu Cheng also stopped shooting.
He was really afraid that the rusty .50 machine gun in his hand would fall apart if he continued to fire it. The huge shell casings also piled up into a hill on the back of the pickup truck.
The part below the cabin door has been penetrated with more than 200 holes, and light is shining through. The chaos inside is indescribable, corpses are lying in the cabin in a mess, dark red blood is flowing all over the floor, and individual soldiers have been killed.
The head was penetrated, and bone fragments and brain matter were sprayed on the walls of the cabin.
Fu Ming threw away the empty magazines, found some spare magazines from the three people on the ground, replaced them, and pulled the bolt again. "Let's go and see if there are any survivors." He put the body on the body.
The mask was taken off and wrapped around his face. At this time, he didn't care whether it was dirty or not. The passengers in the cabin were likely to be survivors, and they were already awake at this time. He didn't want to be recognized. Mo didn't want to be recognized.
Bing took out Cao Cao's Peking Opera mask. He had always carried this mask with him, but it came in handy at this time.
"You really carry this thing with you everywhere." Fu Ming laughed, climbed up to the exit of the cabin, looked inside, and waved his hand to disperse the smoke and dust inside.
"This is proof of my identity." Mo Bing also jumped into the cabin, rummaging through each corpse for ammunition and checking their carotid arteries.
"They're all dead, not alive." He collected the ammunition and threw it outside along the cabin door. Xu Cheng looked around and picked up all the magazines on the ground. He didn't know what he would encounter ahead.
What the hell, having more of these things would be very useful.
"Who are you...? Don't kill me, I'm just a businessman!" Sure enough, there was a living passenger in the cabin, a Chinese man. He said to Ming tremblingly in broken English.
When Fu Ming heard the sound, he turned around and raised his gun, aiming it at the passenger's head. But when he saw the panicked expression on the passenger's face, he put down the gun. He rummaged around for things in the cabin.
Two bottles of drinking water were found and handed to the passenger.
"Don't trust the Americans. I wish you good luck and hope you can survive." Fu Ming smiled bitterly and whispered to the passengers in standard English. He was in no danger of protecting himself now, and the American ground troops would soon find him.
Here, depending on the situation, they should have airborne directly in Beirut. Beirut itself is a port. Transporting troops here is a very simple matter. It is just because these motley troops of the Truth Sect are hanging around nearby that they can compare favorably with the US ground troops.
Came here earlier.
Fu Ming frowned. According to the practices of the CIA or the US military, or even the practices of vampires, these motley crews would not be allowed to send weapons to him at all. He thought for a while, but still didn't understand.
Who made such a stupid decision? He waved to Mo Bing and said, "Remove, they are coming soon." In order not to reveal his nationality, he still spoke with a standard London accent.
The vampire was sitting in the hotel's cafe. He took a sip of coffee and put down the cup. In the past twenty minutes, he had received no less than ten phone calls. They were all calls from CIA executives to reprimand him. The vampire was very agitated.
, turned off the phone directly. He looked at the scenery outside the window. The buildings in downtown Beirut, which originally had a unique Middle Eastern style, had been turned into ruins during the war. Even this hotel had half of it blown away.
The wall and even the glass in front of it were broken and had cracks.
"K, at least you shouldn't die here. Our affairs are not over yet. I have done my best, and now it's up to you. CIA won't let you go."
The vampire took another sip of coffee and muttered slowly to himself.