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Chapter 250 The Gradually Expanding War

"We have entered the airspace of Gaul. Bad news, my friends. The route to Paris has been blocked, and it has been declared a no-fly zone." The pilot in a gray jacket walked out of the cockpit, carrying a wine bottle. Announced to the militants in the cabin.

Mikkelsen, who has run the Joint Investigation Office for decades, will naturally not be hindered by the so-called political ban, but he does not want to expose himself to everyone.

Therefore, the plane carrying Anthony and his party bears the brand of Greyhound Airlines, an airline mainly engaged in low-cost freight.

And now standing in front of them is another capital giant, United Airlines.

Their statement is directly and mandatory sent to all flying objects that are flying over the European Union, and it is regarded as the only warning, and all flying objects that try to approach the no-fly zone without a preferred clearance will be fatally hit without hesitation.

"Drop us from the nearest place, and we can drive into Paris." Anthony glanced at the time. They had wasted nearly six hours on the plane.

"Wait a minute, your employer is a guy with great powers. I have never seen my boss treat anyone so respectfully. He must have a way." The pilot sat down next to Anthony, and took out the A cigarette, light it carefully: "I'm not here to announce bad news, I just want to smoke a cigarette."

"Are you going to get involved with the Champ de Mars incident?" The pilot happily enjoyed the flavor of the tobacco: "The fight was really intense. I heard there are nuclear bombs. Seriously, if I were you, I wouldn't want to go there." , There are too many people flying there today, and it’s all because of you who are not easy to mess with.”

"Do you have any news?" Anthony asked calmly. He could not trust Mikkelsen, because he had never been able to figure out where the common interests of Mikkelsen and Tanguy were.

"It's not a secret, as long as you have a good relationship with the ground crew, even if it's a secret flight mission of a big company, you can get news in the bar." The pilot sighed with emotion: "It's not the same as it was back then, people don't Faith."

"Been a soldier before?" Anthony heard a little familiarity from the other party's tone.

"I did. In 36, I was still serving at the Anchorage base. I was retired in 38. When I left, the entire base and the aircraft inside were sold to a local real estate company at a low price. .” The pilot shrugged: “God knows what the real estate company is doing buying fighter jets.”

"I guess those planes were finally resold to military technology." Anthony also felt a little bit, they did have the same experience.

The veterans haven't faded yet, but the object of their allegiance has changed beyond recognition. Anthony has experienced two corporate wars, but he can't understand the cause and end of the war, and he can't understand why the federal government collapsed overnight.

Since when has this bloody world been unable to find a decent country?
"Migratory Bird 2 is sending the air defense identification code of the new coordinate position." Anthony heard an energetic voice coming from the pilot's walkie-talkie: "Pay attention to your attitude, it is an air force base, there are many soldiers, they are not happy Someone is going to Paris with arms."

"You heard me, be careful later." The pilot laughed, stubbed out his cigarette, and said mockingly, "Gallic Air Force, ha ha."

North of Paris, Creil Air Force Base.

John Fleming and his old buddies got off the plane in a hurry. The Gallic soldiers in civilian clothes looked at them through the barbed wire, as if they were looking at some rare animals.

This kind of look made Fleming a little unhappy. It had been many years since no one dared to look at him like this, but Fleming soon knew why.

On another runway, a group of about 40 people, also heavily armed, was carrying supplies from the plane.

Nearly half of them were wearing some kind of black clothing like a cloak, with strange red words printed on it, which looked uncomfortable.

A Gallic military officer riding a motorcycle waved at Fleming and his group, leading them to go another way.

At the same time, the group of unknown militants also spotted them, and the leader took a call and glanced this way from time to time.

"Fleming, I don't feel very good." A thick man with a particularly protruding beer belly sniffed hard: "This smell is worse than the one I stepped on a landmine in Angola last time."

"I know, Vladimir, without your dog nose, I know there is a problem." Following Fleming's words, an imperceptible reflection appeared dozens of meters away, it was his invisible servant.

Vladimir is also a superhuman, although his ability was awakened very early, at least much earlier than the concept of superhuman.

He could smell odors of different intensities before he was unlucky, because it was too obscure, and it was hard to tell whether it was a coincidence, so for a long time Vladimir did not realize that this was his ability.

After all, he is often hungover, and he doesn't like to take a shower. He can smell his own body 360 days out of 360 five days a year.

Of course, by now Vladimir had grown into the habit of bathing, so when he smelled bad, it must be his bad luck.

The officer leading the way in front is getting faster and faster, and his face is getting more and more nervous, and he has been observing the signal of the guards on the guard tower.

John Fleming followed him, and said calmly: "I am friends with General Alessi, and I had to land here because of some accidents. Do you have anything I need to know?"

"I know you are the general's friend, and my superiors know that too, so we want to take you out of here as soon as possible." The officer whispered, "Did you see that group of lunatics over there? They belong to the Adventist Sect, don't ask me I don’t know what sect it is, I only know that their purpose is the same as yours, but it’s the exact opposite of yours.”

"And they brought a lot of heavy weapons, those bastards! What they brought can blow up the entire block to the sky!" The officer said angrily, "That's Paris!"

"I understand, my friend. I understand your feelings. People nowadays don't respect history anymore. They have no respect for cultural heritage." John Fleming said with a smile: "When I was young, Having visited Paris a few times, it is a great city and something like today should not have happened."

The officer didn't answer, but his expression changed because he saw the sentinel waving vigorously.

This is a signal that the other party already knows the identity of Fleming and his party. After all, there are intelligence networks of naturalized and pioneers behind the sects of the Adventists, and they have a huge advantage in information warfare.

John Fleming had already seen the man in the black robe who was standing near the weapons pile hung up the phone, and was giving orders to his subordinates in a high-pitched voice.

The Gaul soldiers in charge of guarding around had apparently received an order not to interfere with the actions of these people. At this time, they saw this group of fanatics loaded their bullets as if inspired by the Lord, and began to evacuate without saying a word.

Fleming shook his head. He felt a little emotional. Gaul did not seem to be much stronger than the Federation, and the framework of the entire country almost ceased to exist.

Following Fleming's actions, a grenade box was suddenly pried open by an invisible force, and a grenade was safely put back into the box.

A sinner saw this strange scene and immediately warned the others loudly, but it was too late, and a huge explosion accompanied by flames and smoke completely drowned everything.

Even the transport plane with the United Europe logo behind them was engulfed in flames, causing a bigger explosion.

In the light of the fire, Fleming's invisible servant flashed past, and cut the throat of a believer who escaped from a distance with a special thin blade.

"The working machine is progressing quite smoothly." Fleming smiled at his old buddies: "I hope the next work will be so smooth."

"If you always do all the work by yourself, I won't come next time." A middle-aged man with a limping leg, but still unable to hide his fierceness, poked a few holes on the ground with a cane, expressing himself Dissatisfaction: "I've been flying for so long, but I didn't come to see your performance. My back hurts like hell!"

"Don't get excited, Claude, this time the boy from the Edward family has caused a lot of trouble." Fleming coughed, and took out a handkerchief to cover his mouth, as the gunpowder smoke in the distance had filled the air.

"What? That playboy has a child?" Another old guy who looked a bit more vicissitudes asked in surprise, as if he couldn't believe what he heard: "Isn't his villain useless?"

"Adopted son! Todd! Didn't I tell you on the plane? You forgot again?" A relatively young man beside him, who looked only 40 years old, said loudly in his ear.

"Don't be so loud, Blank, I've opened my prosthetic ears, I can hear, I can hear someone fart 800 meters away!" Todd replied loudly: "I just want to mention Edward's eggs again !"

A bunch of old guys laughed, and so did Fleming.

They are a group of frustrated people, a group of old guys who have been abandoned by the times and are not needed. They come from all over the world and from different organizations.

Fleming used his ability to dance well with his sleeves to connect a big net among frustrated people of different classes and identities.

Perhaps at first Fleming was just unwilling to be lonely and to protect himself, but now as the net continues to expand, he has more ambitions.

In the light of the fire, these old guys seem to be much younger.
"What's going on down there?" Tony looked down at the chaotic airport, where it looked like a plane had crashed directly.

"I heard that your people and the people who supported Losas landed at the same airport, and then there was a conflict." The pilot shared the information he had collected with the group of smokers.

"Why didn't they land directly in Paris?" Martin squeezed a mercenary away by relying on his height and length, and put his face on the window to look down.

"I heard that there is a superhuman on your side who defended the largest airport in Paris and shot down two planes trying to land with a spear." The pilot whistled, probably feeling that he had never seen this scene today before, and so on. When I go to the bar again, I can mix two glasses of wine by bragging.

Anthony and Tony glanced at each other and felt that the situation on Tanguy's side seemed to be getting more and more complicated. As for Martin, he was thinking about how people use spears to shoot down planes
Of course, there were more than Anthony, Martin and Tony on the plane. There were forty fully armed mercenaries here.

Twelve of them were hired by Anthony from the Unborn Bar, and the rest were masters Mikkelsen managed to find.

If it wasn't for time constraints, Anthony could have recruited more people. After all, Tang Ji had already shown the demeanor of a good employer in the last operation in Night City.

The mercenaries in Night City have reached a consensus. Enforcer Tang is not only rich, but he also pays bills quickly. He also takes on tough missions by himself. It is absolutely impossible to find a better employer than him.

At this time, the pilot saw another medium-sized cargo plane suddenly appearing in the distance, and his expression changed suddenly: "It can't be such a coincidence, can it?"

Before he could finish speaking, the siren sounded on the plane. It was obvious that the plane had been locked by someone. The pilot rushed back to the cockpit and shouted to the people in the cabin: "If you don't want to die, you can die!" Good seat belt! Next we are going to play exciting!"

Even a rough man like Martin immediately retracted his seat, and tried to fasten the seat belt on his body, but it might be too much force, or he might be too big, so he tore off the seat belt I can only hold the armrest of the seat tightly with both hands and fix myself on the chair.

In the next second, the cargo plane, which shouldn't have made such an action, slowly began to flip, slid across a huge arc, and completed a roller maneuver with difficulty, accompanied by Martin's deafening roar.

If you get close enough, you can still see the pale face of the big man who fell in mid-air, throwing up and trying to use pull-ups to resist centrifugal force, and the only person who is paler than him is his neighbor watching the vomit The mercenaries covered
"To be honest, I am very puzzled that we are still alive." Ma Xinping was lying in the middle of the carriage with a calm expression, as if he had completely accepted his fate.

"This is because God blesses us." The saint's mood is calmer than Marcin's. If sandalwood is lit in the carriage, people will believe that the two of them are practicing Zen here.

No wonder they changed so much. When the New Order team was dropped here, the nearest transhuman soldier who picked them up was only three meters away from the car.

Malcin thought he and the other person even looked at each other for a few seconds, and it turned out that no one had bothered to check the car.

"Don't guess, this car is blocked, and others will ignore it subconsciously." Wang Zhengdao's weak voice came, and at the same time he coughed a few times in pain, which made Marcin's heart tremble a few times: "I people are coming."

　PS: If I ask for a monthly pass, will I be beaten?
　　
　
(End of this chapter)