Tokisaki Kurumi's Journey to the Plane

It is a very convenient small restraint circle. Some of the terrorists have ferocious expressions and are pulling the triggers frantically, regardless of life or death.

The soldiers were so shot that they couldn't stand up. They didn't dare to use grenades. The ground opposite was full of bombs and gasoline. If it exploded, it would be no joke.

Suddenly, the craziest group of terrorists tightened their bodies and fell to the ground with a thud.

The commander on the helicopter hurriedly shouted into the headset: "Cowards! What are you waiting for?! The enemy's fire network has been broken! The first team breaks through from the nine o'clock direction! The second team provides fire suppression cover! The third team

The team rushes into the cave and rescues Stark!"

Although the soldiers were afraid of sacrifice, they still had professional ethics. After the commander issued the order, everyone reacted quickly, and the speed was so fast that they finally showed the style of a powerful nation.

Those "fanatics" were inexplicably knocked down, and the remaining people were in a panic when they saw the well-equipped soldiers rushing over.

As for the commanders? How can they be so high-ranking? Which one is not fighting independently?

Even the top terrorists only know how to hold a rifle and "bounce" behind the crowd.

They join the terrorist forces simply because they want to earn a living. They are not like those fanatics who always talk about "holy war," which makes their brains hurt.

Relying on their good military literacy, the soldiers quickly turned the tide of the battle and began to suppress the terrorists. However, they still had to be careful when shooting to avoid hitting oil barrels or the like.

The terrorists are widely dispersed, and the second team has fierce firepower and is equipped with snipers. They don't want to kill the enemy, as long as they can suppress the opponent's firepower and successfully allow the third team to break into the cave.

In fact, if terrorists blow up the ammunition and fuel tanks along the road, even the special forces will not dare to approach this place for a while.

But, do they have the courage? No, the boss spent a lot of money to buy them, and they would be beaten up even if they touched them, let alone blowing them up with a gun!

However, just as the three teams were about to enter the cave entrance, they were suddenly attacked. Fortunately, the body armor worn by these soldiers was of good quality. After a few tactical rolls, they successfully hid themselves, looking for opportunities and waiting for the opponent to reveal flaws.

Just wait until they run out of ammunition and then you can sneak in!

But is it possible? The commander made a mistake. He subconsciously believed that the opponent did not have much ammunition in the cave...

So...three minutes passed...five minutes passed. The group of terrorists blocking the entrance of the cave relied on their own self-made bunkers and their firepower output never stopped.

Far away in the depths of the cave, the terrorist leader with a piece of rot on his forehead looked gloomy and was considering whether to abandon this stronghold.

"Boss." The man with a beard and a fierce appearance asked cautiously at this time: "Let's abandon this place. The attack of those American soldiers is too fierce. It won't be long..."

"Snapped!"

The bald man slapped his ears and made his beard sparkle, "Are you sick? Do you know how much I spent to get those things?! How could I give up here so easily? I have half of my life savings.

this!"

The man with a beard and a fierce expression looked as docile as a kitten in front of his bald head, even though this "cat" was very ugly.

He spoke in a rough voice, "Don't worry, boss, we brothers will definitely fight to the end! Even if the soldiers attack this place, we will tear off a piece of flesh from them!"

"Brothers, do you think so?!"

The bearded man raised his gun high and shouted to the people behind him.

As a result, before there was any response, the bald man slapped the bearded man on the back of his head again!

"Damn it, I think your brain is really sick!"

The bearded man turned around and saw his boss's gloomy face. He felt a thump in his heart and knew that he had said the wrong thing again.

To say that he is afraid of death is a lie, otherwise he would not have created this "big business" with the "boss".

But if you say he is a fanatic, that is not the case. He has no beliefs of his own. Most of the time he just follows his boss and is able to scold hundreds of soldiers all day long, which gives him a sense of accomplishment.

So... when the soldiers were about to attack, the first thing he thought about was not whether he would die. Instead, it was how to behave well in front of his boss.

This brain circuit...other terrorists said they didn't understand it.

The bald man's eyes were sinister, and when he narrowed his eyes slightly, it became even more shocking. Maybe a lot of people died in his hands, and even those who supported him felt a little cold in their hearts.

The bald man took a deep breath, forced himself to calm down, and began to analyze the pros and cons of the matter.

Finally, he came to the conclusion that he had to run, otherwise the group of American soldiers would come in and "snap" him directly, and his face would be disgraced if he went to "Allah".

There is absolutely no need to sacrifice himself for these weapons and resources, as long as he still has Stark in his hands, and as long as he can still contact Stany.

He can pull up a team of people at any time, and the country is united!

The bearded man was still confused at the moment, waiting for his boss to give the order and preparing to rush out and fight the group of American soldiers.

Let's have a passionate battle between blood and flesh, and shoot those yellow and numerous cute little things into the opponent's body!

Listening to them wail is one of the greatest pleasures of being a bearded man.

The bald man stared closely at the subordinate who was still thinking outside the cave, and shouted on his head again. When the beard came to his senses, he said seriously: "Go and bring that guy Stark over.

You don’t need anything else, just go as fast as you can.”

"Did you hear that?"

The sudden loud roar made his beard and left ear blind. When he saw the fierce expression of the bald man, he suddenly trembled and shouted at the top of his lungs: "I heard you, boss!"

The bald man frowned. It had nothing to do with anything else, but the bearded tone made him choke.

"etc!"

The beard suddenly stopped, and the color of the boots, which had long been unclear, came into close contact with the dust on the ground.

"Boss?"

"Bring Ethan here by the way, we are short of doctors."

"Okay, boss, don't worry, boss, I'll take care of everything."

The departing figures of the bearded group were reflected in his retinas. The bald man thoughtfully touched his dusty bald head.

He...had some bad premonitions. He always felt that things would be messed up if left to that idiot...

"boom!"

"Boom——~"

There was a loud noise, dust filled the air next to the cave entrance, and the bald man's eyes flickered. In the blur, he could see a pile of corpses that had been blown to the ground by grenades.

I took a few steps forward, looked out through the dust, and instantly saw the helicopter hanging in mid-air.

"Fuck! Damn Yankee! I'll be back!"