Standalone Tokyo

Chapter 310 Torture (Part )

"Ah, it went astray?"

With the help of the third-person perspective function of the small map, Fujiwara Masato, who was observing the battlefield above the yellow-haired head, looked at the dust rising from behind the high wall of the base with a little regret.

The 155mm howitzer just now was summoned by him.

Before opening fire, Fujiwara Masato asked the terrorists on the front line to use professional artillery rangefinders to report the coordinates to the artillery in the rear. The target of the artillery fire was the seven-story irregular building painted green in the center of the base.

There are five houses in the base, and this is the tallest and largest building. It is obviously very suitable to use it as a calibration target.

As a result, the artillery behind fired, but this shot was not very different from the real target, but it was at least several hundred meters away, and almost flew out of the enemy base and fell into the rain forest.

Looking at this error, Fujiwara Masato knew that he could not continue firing. If the second round of calibration fire hit his own people, it would not be something that could be brushed aside as a joke.

The Gazelle attack helicopter is already on the way and will arrive at the scene in a dozen minutes. Let's wait for it to arrive and use the onboard sighting and observation equipment to guide the howitzer's artillery fire.

Terrorists are not professional enough to serve as artillery sightsmen, so they'd better not do that.

Just as Fujiwara Masato was thinking this, he unexpectedly saw a helicopter taking off from inside the base.

"Oh, what kind of plane is that!"

Due to the inconvenience in observation, Fujiwara Masato was unable to recognize the true appearance of the plane, but knowing the boss's doubts, the yellow-haired man holding a telescope at the scene shouted out the answer loudly.

"This is a Little Bird military helicopter, Stinger team, shoot it down for me!"

At the command, three launchers carrying Stinger individual air defense missiles stood up. After a brief aiming, the three missiles left the barrel and flew backwards towards the Little Bird military helicopter that was taking off at high speed one kilometer away.

The Little Bird is an ultralight helicopter that is characterized by its small size, flexibility, low noise and low infrared imaging.

The Stinger missile happens to be a weapon that relies on the heat emitted by an aircraft for tracking. It is not known whether the missile has been in inventory for too long or the pilot of the Little Bird helicopter is very skilled.

When three Stinger missiles flew over, the helicopter with green camouflage paint fired three guided missiles behind it, and the first Stinger missile was diverted.

Then, the Little Bird helicopter, which had climbed to a distance of two or three hundred meters, fell towards the earth at a high speed. With such a sudden maneuver, the second Stinger passed through the airspace more than ten meters above its head and failed to hit it.

But facing the third Stinger missile that arrived late, it was not so lucky. The tail wing of the helicopter exploded into a cloud of smoke and then separated from the main body of the helicopter.

Without its tail wing, the Little Bird helicopter quickly became unbalanced and began to spin in mid-air. After turning a few circles, it started to burn and then crashed towards the base, leaving a long trail of smoke.

In just ten seconds, the Little Bird helicopter disappeared from Fujiwara Masato's sight, and a very obvious column of smoke rose from inside the base.

It was obvious that even if the pilot and crew members in the helicopter did not die, they would be seriously injured.

"Oh, there is still one helicopter left."

According to the Rangers' reconnaissance, there is a helicopter pad in the base with two helicopters parked inside.

One had just been shot down, and even if the pilot of the other one had the courage, he would certainly not dare to take off easily.

As an old guy from the last century, the Stinger cannot deal with modern fighter jets, but it is very useful for helicopters that are still in the climbing state.

Almost not long after they shot down the enemy's armed helicopter, a Gazelle armed helicopter belonging to the Poker Organization flew over at the maximum flight altitude and circled back and forth in the sky near the base.

This is to prevent the base from having individual anti-aircraft missiles, so Fujiwara Masato told the crew members not to hover at low altitude, but to increase the altitude to conduct artillery detection. OK, the armed helicopter has arrived, and the artillery attack can be resumed.

The second 155mm shell fired for calibration came quickly, flying over the heads of Huangmao and others with a heavy whistling sound, and smashing into the base.

With the professional guidance of the Gazelle attack helicopter, the calibration shooting was much more accurate this time. The shell did not hit the green building, but hit a house next to it that was half as short.

The explosive power of the 155 howitzer cannot be underestimated. In the rising black smoke, Huangmao could clearly see through the military telescope that a large area of ​​the building had collapsed.

A house the size of an ordinary teaching building was like a cake that had been hit by a punch. Not only was one-third of its area missing, the rest of it also became dilapidated and filled with black smoke.

"Ahhh!"

Preeley Wallis lay on the ground, screaming as he watched a piece of building debris smash through the office window, shattering the table in front of him, and the flying wood chips crackled on the wall.

When the aftermath of the explosion faded from Priy Wallis's mind and his sanity returned, he stopped screaming in vain.

After Priy Wallis thought calmly for a second and concluded that this was the enemy's second calibration shot and that the target was the building where he was, panic struck him again.

He began to regret why he had to stay in the office. Although the money in the safe was important, his life seemed more valuable.

"What's going on? Is the Brazilian military bombarding us with missiles?!"

The beautiful secretary lying next to him shouted in a trembling voice. However, when he turned his head to look at his boss, he found that the latter's figure had just disappeared from the office door.

"Ah, boss, where are you going?"

Priy Wallis had no time to pay attention to the secretary's shouts. He now had to rush to the basement of the building, which was more than ten meters underground. Not only could he avoid direct damage from the artillery fire, but there was also an important person inside who had to be arranged to leave this dangerous place as soon as possible.

If the latter died at the hands of unidentified armed attackers, the Wallis family would be finished. Even if Priy Wallis himself died, no big shot could get into trouble.

The boss disappeared, and the secretary got up in a panic. Just when she was about to follow him, she thought of something and suddenly turned around to look at the open safe in the office.

It was filled with bundles of green "waste" paper, which exuded an attractive luster and attracted the secretary's eyes so much that she could not move her legs.

The boss is gone and there are no cameras in the office. He shouldn't notice if I take just a little bit, right?

They definitely won’t notice, so I’ll just take a little and leave.

Thinking of this, the secretary trotted over and reached for the safe.

She said she was taking some, but in fact, when the third shell came and hit the roof of the main building of the base, and the explosion blew away half of the top floor, the female secretary was still in the office.

The wages of avarice is death.

"Very good, hit the bull's eye."

Masato Fujiwara watched with satisfaction as the green base building trembled in the explosion, and he picked up the satellite phone.

"First, fire ten rounds of artillery fire and knock down those buildings... I don't like the walls and sentry posts, so blow them up too.

The Hind helicopter still has a lot of fuel, so take your time. There is no rush. The temporary helicopter airport has been cleared, so it will be easy for it to take off again."

(End of this chapter)