death of hope

Chapter 260 "Corporate Warrior" (176) Rotorcraft
New Frankfurt Finance and Trade Center Building,
2500 meters above,

A VS-44 "Gluttony Pelican" large tilt-rotor aircraft painted in dark night camouflage is on standby, with the McMillan Group logo painted on the wings and side of the fuselage.

At this moment, the ground was crying, and every once in a while, some hostages were pushed down from the 200th floor, falling to a bloody mess.

The helicopters of the police and the TV station flew around, and the snipers of both sides shot at each other. The atmosphere of terror was spreading in the urban area of ​​New Frankfurt. Fearing further actions of terrorists, people were fleeing the central CBD area and seeking refuge in the suburbs.

In contrast, at an altitude of 2500 meters, the atmosphere in the cabin is quite cheerful,
The speaker is playing cheerful retro jazz, the Alpha Tactical Squad is helping each other put on armor, checking weapons and ammunition, and the holographic image projection is playing the mission plan over and over again.

"Users need to sign a non-disclosure agreement... so many words, I feel dizzy!" Grenadier Lodayev threw away the thick equipment manual, and caressed the newly installed experimental special warfare helmet:

"Our company is really rich and powerful, and the concept weapons are ready. I have never seen this kind of material. It is as light as plastic and as strong as titanium alloy."

"Nano polymer material, to put it bluntly, is a high-end plastic soft shell, covered with a layer of high-density carbon fiber, and has an intelligent temperature control compartment inside."

The goal-breaker, Sigdrifa, was bending over to fasten the greaves: "Don't be too happy, it's not necessarily a good thing to dress well, it's tantamount to using us to test new equipment, if something goes wrong, you will die."

"Hey, Sig, don't be so pessimistic!" The hacker Shaft suddenly shouted: "Hey, look! The bearded guy's legs are shaking! Haha!"

"Fuck you! I'm not trembling!" the sniper Mehmadi spat: "I'm coming back from injury, and I'm excited, you boy! Just because I don't lend you money, you are finding fault with me all day long!"

"Don't explain, redneck, you're just afraid. During the last parachute training, who was scared to vomit in the helmet? You have a fear of heights, right. Quit, don't embarrass yourself."

Mehmadi is a simple and honest person, he can't take jokes, and immediately blushed: "Nonsense! I'm not afraid!"

"You can bear it!" Scout Wang Hongye said with a smile: "Big Beard, if it was me, I would have shot this kid twice in the waist during the mission, and said afterwards that his hand trembled and missed."

"This method is not particular, but I will consider it." Mehmadi raised the new sniper rifle, aiming at the hacker;
"Have you heard the story of the spear and the shield? Tell me, can this armor withstand the bullets of the new electromagnetic sniper rifle?"

"You country bumpkin! Put it down! Don't point that thing at me! What if it goes off!" Shaft seemed to be really scared, and complained: "Hey, big sister, it's not right for you to be biased like this , the daily coffee is for nothing, why don’t you always help others talk.”

"Damn! I owe my mother thousands of yuan and won't pay it back! It's not right to treat guests to a few cups of coffee! You little bastard, you deserve to be unable to find a partner!"

"Sister, if you continue to scold me, I really won't pay back the money."

"Come on, it's as if you are really planning to pay back the money!" Lodayev said with a smile: "These days, the one who owes the debt is the father! The one who borrowed the money is the grandson instead!"

The team members were intimate, playing and laughing, but the captain Lynch shrank in the corner, silently watching his own shadow on the helmet lens, holding the crumpled letter that had been read countless times in his hand.

"Dididi!" There was a burst of electronic noise in the cockpit. The crew members were listening to the news from the ground command. The co-pilot turned his head and said:
"Captain, come to work."

Lynch entered the state instantly, his eyes were piercing, full of murderous intent: "What's the news?"

"Those guys can't hold back at last! The mayor and the military have given authorization to allow corporate fighters to join the operation and use lethal weapons."

"Understood, my team and I are ready and ready to be dispatched at any time."

"Sure enough, the ground operation failed." Grenadier Lodayev snorted: "The gang of public servants still can't do it, we still have to do it ourselves."

"This is indeed the case. The latest operation also failed. The new Frankfurt police did not report the casualties. One terrorist was killed, but a dozen hostages died. The TV station has been reporting that the police suffered heavy casualties. The pressure of public opinion is also great, so we can only retreat."

The co-pilot continued: "There is a message from the headquarters, and Captain Lynch is authorized to take full command of this assault operation."

"Where are the reinforcements?"

"National Guard, SWAT, FBI operatives, and a federal quick-reaction force will all cooperate, but these guys can't even break through the minefields laid by terrorists, and they are timidly working there, for fear of hurting people. The hostages affect the future, so I'm afraid they won't be able to help.

It's still down to our drone force and, of course, the folks at Blackwater who can never be relied upon to send out the best Honey Badger squad. "

"My old company commander, Johnny Blazer, is here." Upon hearing the news, Lynch instantly had a bottom line in his mind: "With him and his people here, there is no problem."

"Honey Badger Squad?" Shaft also became excited: "It's great! That little black-haired girl, Brunhilde, must be there too. After the fight, I'm going to ask her out for a drink."

Wang Hongye stretched her waist: "I thought I would have to wait for an hour, but I made a decision so quickly."

The co-pilot said: "Terrorists are throwing down a hostage every hour. Citizens in the city hall office have been calling and cursing the street. The mayor is about to collapse as he sees his approval rating drop."

"Our chairman's father is about to collapse. The success of our actions is directly related to the share price of McMillan Group tomorrow."

"That's right! Money! Influence! Company image! This is the main thing!" The rotorcraft pilot said with a smile: "Come on, everyone, the year-end bonus depends on you guys!"

(End of this chapter)