My surname is Stark, who changed my job to become a female big gun?

Chapter 157 Give you 10 seconds!
"No other heavy fire weapons were found, you can hover, keep control!"

Meister's tone in the co-pilot's seat was cold, and he didn't look like a scientific researcher who had never been in contact with field missions at all.

"Understood, ready to deter!"

Melinda, who was in the driver's seat on the other side, didn't feel anything wrong, and controlled the Quin-jet fighter to make a circle in mid-air, and then slowly hovered not far from the transport helicopter.

"CH-148 Tornado transport plane? Are they Canadians? Why did these guys come to trouble us?"

It wasn't until Melinda saw the painting and serial number on the fuselage that she confirmed the other party's identity.

Reaching out to turn on the loudspeaker of the fighter, Melinda shouted at the scrapped transport plane on the ground whose engine had stopped.

"Give you 10 seconds to get off the plane, or we will attack the transport plane indiscriminately! 10!"

Not giving the other party any room to bargain, Melinda started counting down immediately after finishing her last sentence.

S.H.I.E.L.D., never negotiate!
At the same time, Meister in the co-pilot's seat also operated the fire control system to warm up, and the six barrels of the Gatling cannon under the fuselage, which had just stopped, started to rotate again.

It seems to be taken aback by Melinda's tough attitude, or forced to have a Gatling gun on call at all times.

The co-pilot of the transport plane hastily stretched out a hand from the side hanging window. In desperation, he couldn't find anything that could replace the white flag.

The flight manual, which could only be printed on white paper, was raised in mid-air as a white flag and waved twice to show their surrender.

"I said get off the plane!"

Melinda's tone was still cold, but seeing this, she didn't continue the countdown.

Before this matter is clarified, they need to leave two alive.

When she just circled, she saw the two pilots in the helicopter cab, but she didn't know the situation inside the cabin.

Although the machine gun had been disabled by Meister, who knew if a guy holding an RPG would come out of it.

"Scan that helicopter!"

This sentence was for Fitz. Melinda couldn't spare her hands to do the inspection for the time being, and she had to be ready to avoid unknown attacks at any time.

After all, the beam of light that soared into the sky just now was no joke, and Melinda was sure that the Quinjet fighter she was driving couldn't withstand that thing.

"No other personnel or weapons were found and the cabin is empty."

Fitz had already completed the infrared thermal scanning when the fighter plane was hovering, and he had already "seen" the situation in the cabin clearly.

Just as he was speaking, a figure with hands raised came out from the open side hatch of the CH-148 cyclone transport plane.

Looking at the pilot helmet the other party was wearing, it was obvious that he was the pilot of the helicopter.

"Check them for concealed weapons."

After the two pilots got off the helicopter one after another, Fitz gave Melinda an affirmative answer.

"They didn't carry weapons, shall we go down and control them?"

Melinda was silent for a while, and did not immediately answer Fitz's question.

She felt that these little guys would spit out the bloody and bloody scene below.

"No, let Leni handle it later."

Trying not to let herself appear strange, Melinda lightly adjusted the angle of the fighter.

Fitz nodded, and didn't ask any more questions. In fact, he had already seen the pile of bloody things when he scanned the helicopter.

It may be because the SAN value did not drop significantly through the monitor, so several people in the cabin did not show too strong discomfort reaction.

Only Skye's face turned pale, and he was trying his best not to look in front of the cab.

Simmons also had a strange expression on his face, but she was used to biological research and had dissected many mice and rabbits, so she didn't react much.

"Well done, it was a great help!"

Knowing the situation outside through the radar system, Leni also breathed a sigh of relief. To be honest, the Gatling machine gun posed a serious threat to her.

With such a dense rain of bullets, Leni couldn't use Void Containment to capture all the bullets.

In just ten seconds, there were at least a hundred bullets inlaid in the ice above Leni's head.

If she hadn't reacted in time, retracted her body immediately and jumped back into the cabin, she might be beaten into a sieve at this time!
"Phew, the higher-ups have resolved it. Melinda and Meester have taken control of the situation."

Hearing this, Coulson nodded. Just after the communication channel was connected, he also heard Meister's voice.

Therefore, he could roughly guess what was going on on the ice at this time.

Walking over to Leni's side for a look, he made sure that the girl was fine except for the ice shards all over her body, so Coulson put his heart back into his stomach.

"It seems that the things you prepared are no longer needed."

Returning the Victor submachine gun to Leni, Coulson turned to look in the direction of the bomber cockpit.

"If those guys outside are really Canadians, then this matter may not be that simple."

Coulson's brows were tightly frowned. The entire mission was kept secret, and they only announced that they were searching for the crashed plane and the pilot.

The only people who know the truth about the mission are the members of the investigation team and Captain Atef Morgan, an old agent of S.H.I.E.L.D.

Could it be that this old friend of mine has betrayed?

But it doesn't make sense, does it?

My old friend has retired to the second line for many years. Apart from driving ships, he has rarely been exposed to the first-line missions of S.H.I.E.L.D.

If it wasn't for my destination being the North Pole this time, I'm afraid I wouldn't even remember knowing such an old secret agent.

Or is it because of the last rescue operation that the group of people were targeted?

These Canadians have the idea of ​​​​a Quin-jet fighter?
Coulson did not jump to conclusions. After all, this involved a senior agent of S.H.I.E.L.D. He decided to wait for the investigation to be clear before reporting to Nick Fury.

"You go up first, I'll go to Mr. Rogers to see the situation."

He was more worried about the "remains" of Steve Rogers, which had spread to the cockpit when the enemy machine guns fired just now.

Leni nodded, she had no objection, she knew the importance of Captain America to Coulson.

But she knew very well that that person was fine now, and was still lying in the ice coffin.

But just when Leni was about to repeat the same trick and turn over the ice again, a series of gunshots interrupted her movements.

……

"Get down! Put your head in your hands!"

Under the threat of the M-134 Gatling machine gun below the Quinjet fighter, the two helicopter pilots both raised their hands and hugged their heads.

However, before the two got down on the ground, there was a sudden movement in the center of the "bombing area" not far away.

A big bloody hand suddenly protruded from the "ruins" made of ice, like a scene in some zombie movies.

Noticing this scene, the two men were so frightened that their legs were weak, and they looked at the rear of the Quin-jet fighter with disbelief.

Chu Chu Chu!
Accompanied by a series of gunshots, the two unlucky pilots slowly fell to the ice with fear on their faces.

(End of this chapter)