Blackstone Code

"People have entered the jungle, I can't see it in the air..."

The pilot's sight was blocked by the vegetation on the ground, and he could only occasionally see vague figures moving through the canopy of trees.

The weather in the north heats up slower than in the south. The southernmost part of the Federation has completely entered spring, with temperatures at least 18 or 19 degrees. However, in the southernmost part of Marillo, the temperature is still only more than 10 degrees.

In addition, the harsh winter caused most of the dead branches and old leaves on the trees to fall off, which gave the pilot a chance to vaguely see.

The sergeant on the ship looked at the dense forest not far from the shore and was silent for a moment. He glanced at the rear admiral next to him who was dressed as an ordinary person and made a decision.

"Force them out."

"receive!"

The beret suddenly looked up at the sky. The plane that had been hovering at low altitude suddenly lifted up. Is this going to leave?

It’s also interesting to say that when you look from the air to the ground, you can hardly see anything, but when you look from the ground to the air, you can easily spot the whereabouts of the aircraft.

There was a smile on the corner of his mouth. The thing flying in the sky was indeed annoying, but it was not omnipotent. At least it had no way to deal with the jungle.

"Hurry up and try to arrive at the pick-up location as early as possible."

The group speeded up and no longer even looked at the planes in the sky.

They were not observing, but the rear admirals and military observers on the cruiser did not dare to relax a little. Their eyes were fixed on the aircraft in the sky.

The plane suddenly lifted up, circled twice in the air, seemed to find a suitable angle, and then plunged downwards.

Just when it was about fifty to one hundred meters above the ground, something with a pointed head was suddenly thrown out from under the middle of the fuselage of the aircraft.

This thing barely needs to adjust its angle as it plunges to the ground, and at the same time, the plane lifts up again.

At that moment, with the violent explosion and the flying vegetation and dust, everyone knew that the shell exploded.

The rear admiral clutched the handguard on the side of the ship tightly, his expression extremely serious.

He had participated in the naval battle against Gefra, and it was that naval battle that transformed him from a naval captain to his current rear admiral. He knew exactly what the war wanted.

They know better than the generals sitting in their offices at the Department of Defense and the senators on congressional committees related to the military.

There is no need for humanitarian care, no moral courtesy, and no need for kindness. What is needed is lethality.

Some people believe that war is a continuation of politics and a means to promote political compromise. This statement is certainly correct in the mouths of politicians.

But in the eyes of the soldiers, war is a military operation carried out to kill as many people as possible who are not on their side.

cruel?

Terrible?

No, this was meant to be a massacre.

As long as it can kill the enemy and reduce one's own casualties, even releasing the devil is acceptable.

At this time, the aircraft conducted a second dive to drop the bomb. The dive was not only to increase accuracy, but also to make the primer easier to detonate.

With another loud noise, the trees at the center of the explosion fell in pieces. The power of the shells was too great.

At this time, more planes were approaching from behind, and two of these planes were temporarily equipped with machine guns.

Eight planes were constantly circling or swooping over the jungle by the sea. The oppressive noise caused by each plane swooped made the beret and his men in the woods panic as if someone had stabbed them in the butt. .

Those planes blocked their escape direction. Only the road back to the beach was intact, and all other directions were bombed.

This was a clear hint that it was time for him to go back.

Sometimes people always have to face such helpless choices. You don't want to choose, but fate has forced the result of its choice into your hands. It's not okay not to choose.

After attempting a breakthrough and leaving behind the bodies of five of his men, the berets surrendered.

The major generals and observers on the ship were still having heated discussions. There was no doubt that the appearance of the aircraft completely changed their understanding of aircraft.

This is no longer a project that they think is not worth investing too much energy into.

With stable takeoff and landing, simple maintenance, fast and ultra-long range, and amazing and precise destructive power, there is no doubt that the birth of the aircraft will change the pattern of war as Lynch said.

These professional military observers finally came to the conclusion that the Federation must be ahead of the world!

More than ten minutes later, the berets and their group walked out of the jungle in embarrassment. The people from Blackstone Security were already waiting for them on the beach.

Beret himself was injured. A shell exploded less than fifteen meters away from him. He was very lucky. Most of the fragments were blocked by a tree next to him, but some of them injured him. .

He limped and slowly knelt on the beach with his hands raised high. There were less than ten men around him. They also placed the looted things on the beach and knelt there imitating his example.

At this moment, the battle is almost over, but the planes in the sky have not completely left, because this is the territory of Marillo.

Their military attack here did not get the consent of the Marillo puppet government. In case some people got sick and came out to cause trouble for them, keeping the plane could be regarded as an early warning.

As the role of aircraft became more and more apparent, the major general also began to discuss with military observers how to create a new tactical system.

Here, on the beach, an action team captain walked up to the beret. He looked at the beret with some disgust, "Hand over the yellow envelope that Mr. Lynch gave you."

The beret was stunned for a moment, and then realized that these people were related to Lynch.

He silently took out the thing from his underwear without any resistance. Seeing that it was really hidden in his underwear, all the members of the action team couldn't help but laugh. Only the captain's expression became ugly.

Such a valuable item must be kept by the captain.

He raised the rifle in his hand and hit the beret on the head with the butt.

The arrogant beret and his men on the ship faced the humiliation of the federal people, but they did not dare to say anything, let alone do anything.

The captain held the corner of the envelope with great disgust and lifted it up. A stench immediately hit his face.

The smell was like...the smell of dead fish and shrimps stuffed into an upside-down iron bucket in the summer and exposed to the sun for two days.

"What the hell!" He quickly took out a bag from his pocket and put the envelope in it, which made him feel better.

"Is everything here?" the captain asked.

The beret was silent for a few seconds and nodded.

The captain took two steps back. This step back made the beret feel nervous. He subconsciously wanted to stand up, but he was still a step too late.

Suddenly there was a burst of gunfire, and everyone was killed without the ability to resist.

Seeing these people lying on the beach twitching, the captain curled his lips and said to the others, "Next time this happens again, remember to tie their hands and ankles together first, these are armed thugs. "

He patted a newcomer on the shoulder, and then shouted loudly: "Clean the battlefield, it's time for us to go home!"

The soldiers were very excited. When they were told that they were going to be discharged from the army, they were still very scared.

Because they are not prisoners, prisoners can still master a survival technique in prison, but these soldiers know nothing.

They only know how to kill, but killing without permission is illegal. They have no means to survive in society.

This uneasiness and confusion gradually lessened until they entered the safety of the Black Stone.

Being here is like returning home, receiving training every day and then executing orders. Whether it is protecting or killing, this is what they are best at.

More importantly, Blackstone Security pays them very high salaries. If they can go out into the field, they will receive additional daily subsidies. Almost everyone wants to go out into the field.

The novice standing on the beach watched the old people talking about where to go on vacation after just killing some people. He was a little unable to keep up with these people's jumping thoughts.

The captain came over, punched him in the chest, and said with a smile, "Don't be in a daze, bring your things with us to resist, you will get used to this place..."

He seemed to be talking about Blackstone Security's high welfare and high treatment, and he seemed to be talking about... killing people?

The novice didn't know. He and his partner were dragging a heavy bag of things towards the speedboat. The only thing he knew now was that he would receive a subsidy of about one thousand yuan for his actions in less than two weeks, and he would also receive a subsidy of about one thousand yuan. There is no less than one week of paid leave.

The financial gains dispelled the confusion about life after the murder, and he also began to chat with his partner, talking about hanging out together during the holidays...

Later, the sergeant called Lynch and told him that the mission had been completed and that he was on his way back.

The entire operation was caught on camera. This will be very important information. It can convince the Ministry of Defense, the military, and even Congress to let them place more orders for Lynch and approve more. Budget.

At just nine o'clock the next morning, representatives of the military and the Department of Defense appeared outside Lynch's door.

The ship came back in the middle of the night, and the major general and observers did not dare to delay. They sent all the information here to the national defense and various military regions through the television network overnight.

Ten minutes later, the generals from the Ministry of National Defense and the military almost had a fight over who would get the two hundred planes first, and whoever won would get to pick first.

until someone asked a question

"Why don't I order more planes from Lynch?"

"Isn't this solved?"

This is a damn good idea!

This is why representatives of the Ministry of National Defense and the military appeared outside Lynch's room early in the morning. They couldn't wait to get the actual aircraft and conduct some experiments to determine how to build a new tactical system around the aircraft.

Everything goes as Lynch said, it will change war!