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

Chapter 244 Black Hawk Falls
Watching the Black Hawk helicopter approaching rapidly at low altitude in the distance, the captain's tense face finally relaxed a little.

"Super Eagle, this is B1, the surrounding area is safe, you can evacuate at any time, over!"

"Super Eagle received it, and will take you home immediately!"

After entering the communication range, the personal radio communication device of the B1 team was able to communicate with the Black Hawk helicopter not far away. Now they only need to wait for the pilot to stop the helicopter, and they can safely evacuate this damn area.

I saw the Black Hawk helicopter coming from low altitude throwing an arc in mid-air, the tail rotor gracefully swung 180 degrees, and the helicopter that was facing the captain hovered handsomely next to him.

"Huh? Still a master!"

Sanderson pushed Alan beside him with his shoulder, and the beaming look obviously saw the way of this downhill move.

"Hehe, I hope he won't be sued by the logistics officer in a court-martial."

Allen curled his lips. He bet that all the alarms that could be sounded on the black shadow should have sounded once with this set of flying maneuvers.

"Guys, we're here to take you home!"

The pilot on the helicopter cockpit stretched out two fingers and made a salute gesture in front of his forehead. It seemed that the extreme action just now had no effect on it.

Seeing this, the captain extended his hand back with the same gesture to express his gratitude, and then walked towards the hatch against the strong wind from the helicopter.

"You're such a mess, Soap."

A magnetic voice came to everyone's ears through the radio. Allen, who had just joined the B1 team, was not familiar with this person's voice, so he subconsciously looked at Sanderson aside.

"Who is Soap?"

However, Sanderson ignored him, but followed the captain's footsteps, looking at the slowly opened helicopter door with surprise on his face.

The captain paused as he boarded the plane, and obviously recognized who the owner of the voice was, and asked aloud:

"Why is this guy here?"

The hatch of the Black Hawk helicopter was pulled open, revealing the appearance of the person inside.

"Qian Dui asked me to come and meet you."

The magnetic voice sounded again, and its owner was the man in front of him.

But what Allen didn't expect was that he thought the person would be a tough, capable, unshaven middle-aged man, but he never thought that the person would wear a skull mask on his face.

"We can solve this matter by ourselves, and you don't need to come here to help."

The captain's face was a little uneasy. The death of the doctor and Swipe really made him very upset, but it was not to the point where he needed this guy's help.

"141 will never abandon any comrade in arms."

"I know, so I didn't plan to go back like this at all."

The captain looked into the eyes of the visitor, without any wavering or timidity in his eyes.

"Looks like I've come to the right place."

The man restrained his momentum, and stretched out his right hand towards the captain.

Seeing this, the captain smiled confidently, and also reached out to hold the man's right arm, using his strength to straighten himself up, and easily jumped into the cabin.

The two captains followed the same pattern and boarded the helicopter one after another.

"Let me introduce you, Ghost, the deputy team of 141. Ghost, this is Allen."

As soon as Sanderson got on the plane, he greeted the man very eagerly, and then took the initiative to introduce Alan who was unknown beside him.

"Hello, long-awaited name!"

Allen politely stretched out his hand and shook the other party, not knowing what to say for a while.

Fortunately, the ghost is not as repulsive as it looks, but took the lead in chatting about Allen's past.

"I've read your profile. You served in the Rangers before, right. Your test scores are not bad. You are welcome to join."

"Thank you, it is my honor to join 141"

The two chatted briefly, but before Allen could ask the question he wanted to ask at the beginning, the pilot in the cockpit interrupted them.

"Guys, let's talk about the past later, fasten your seat belts, we have to go!"

……

Meanwhile, the rebel camp—

"Head! My subordinates report that just now, a helicopter has entered our territory. According to the direction it came in from the Gulf of Sirte, it went straight to the south of the city!"

A rebel soldier rushed into the command room in a panic, and before he could catch his breath, he reported the news he had just received to Galahad who was sitting in the main seat.

Upon hearing this, Galahad, who was still full of glory, immediately stood up, staring at the soldier with a very ugly expression.

"What did you say? You say it again?"

Seeing this, the soldier swallowed, looked at the situation in the command room out of the corner of his eye, and then honestly repeated the news.

"These bloody Yankees!"

Galahad stretched out his hand angrily and slapped the table hard. The bang made the soldier subconsciously shiver.

"What are you guys doing for food! You didn't know until people sneaked to the door! Why do I need you?"

However, before his anger could continue to erupt, Trio Baro's voice came from outside the door.

"Hehe, friend, what made you so angry that you even scolded me?"

Hearing this sound, the beard on the corner of Galahad's mouth moved, and he almost didn't spit back directly.

"Okay, let's go down, I have something to talk to your leader."

Barrow waved to the soldier, indicating that he could go.

Seeing this, the soldier glanced at Galahad and saw that he had no objection, so he didn't dare to stay any longer. He nodded gratefully to Barrow, and quickly left the command room, closing the door again before leaving.

"I heard about it. They found those American soldiers and specially sent a Black Hawk helicopter to sneak into Benghazi to pick them up."

"Then you still have the mind to hang out here? Let them go back, wouldn't all our plans go to waste!"

Galahad frowned and scolded loudly, but he was cursing this damn Yankee for being immoral in his heart.

"Rest assured, this is only part of the plan, they will definitely not leave Benghazi alive."

Barrow took out a cigar from his pocket and lit it. He didn't care about the ugly expression on Galahad's face, and blew the smoke on the guy's face recklessly.

"The military doesn't dare to do anything to you. As I said before, they still need you now, just like you still need them."

Galahad easily dispelled the second-hand smoke from his face, and stared at the man opposite him with a pair of bull's eyes.

"How do you guarantee that they won't do anything to us?"

Baro ignored Galahad in front of him, but walked around him and sat down on his previous seat.

"The reason is simply that we have what they fear..."

……

at the same time--

"Be careful! RPG!"

"Damn! The tail rotor is damaged and the plane is out of control!"

"Hurry up, everyone! Prepare for a hard landing!"

(End of this chapter)