Crisis Management Game

Chapter 27 Meatball Head

"Have you memorized the structural layout of the airport building clearly?"

In the wasteland 300 meters outside Ryder Airport, there is a Toyota burgundy MPV car.

In the car, a soldier wearing a desert-colored camouflage uniform and a black hood asked in an authentic American pronunciation, and behind him sat five black soldiers wearing the same military uniform.

"I remember everything clearly!"

Four of the five people answered in unison.

Only the bald man with tattoos wearing a red printed scarf did not respond with everyone. Instead, he asked with a hint of madness and greed: "Azarilla, Cohen, the six of us can really kill everyone in twenty minutes." This airport?”

His English accent is obviously not as fluent as the others.

"Don't worry, before departure, Brien has sent me all the data of the airport, including security and force distribution. Unlike Barbolei, Ryder Airport does not have government armored vehicles permanently stationed, and there is only one terminal building. There are two floors above and below. There is a federal police room on the south side of the check-in area on each floor. There are six people on duty, equipped with Xia Guo Type 56 submachine guns, Type 82 grenades and other light firepower. There are about 20 airport security personnel in total, only equipped with electric batons. , we also arranged internal response.”

Before Cohen could finish speaking, the gap-toothed black man in the back seat mocked him:

"This group of federal police are all bastards and trash. They will only make a mess when they are in danger, hahaha."

"That's right, you don't believe in us, don't you believe in the name of PM Company? Cohen is the ace in our circle!"

The black man who looked like a mole grinned in agreement.

Cohen did not follow suit and boasted. He paused and continued: "We use a 4+1+1 formation to attack. Elias, you are responsible for the strong attack at position one."

"no problem."

The gap-toothed black man shook the black M870 pump-action shotgun in his hand.

"Following the principle of 'surprise', priority will be given to eliminating the six federal guards at the airport. It is estimated that the first floor will be taken down in 90 seconds. Theodore, you are responsible for staying on the first floor to clean up. No one will be left behind, and at the same time, the outside of the airport will be guarded."

"yes."

The thick-lipped black man in the last seat nodded.

"Hank, after breaking into the second floor, you will stay in the stands and be responsible for guarding the first floor and the atrium on the second floor to support Theodore and us at any time."

"Of course, my Cohen."

The black mole grinned, revealing his pair of bright white teeth.

"The rest of the people follow me and continue to attack. The second floor is our main target. The difficulty of the attack is in the security inspection room. It is against the wall on both sides and the passage is narrow. We do not carry high explosives and cannot break through the wall. In order to reduce the risk, we need to go far in advance. The entire process of dealing with several federal police officers is expected to take 16 minutes, leaving 15 minutes for error tolerance, interrogation of the target, and retreat!"

"Kelly, you must not forget to meet us near the fire stairs on the second floor, and then turn northeast to escape. Government helicopters will come from the southwest."

The black driver on the side clenched his fist and lightly punched his chest twice, indicating that he had already remembered this in his heart.

Cohen nodded with confidence. These people were all carefully selected by him. They had cooperated in different tasks before, so at least they knew the basics.

As long as the information is correct, there won't be any problems.

"Finally, I would like to emphasize once again the precautions for action:"

“1. Speak more Amharic and be careful to cover tattoos that may reveal your identity;”

"2. No one will be left alive on the first floor of the airport;"

"3. The target is Asian, with yellow skin and long black hair. We must find the photos he took;"

"4. Sam wears a burgundy sweatshirt to avoid accidental killing. Do you understand?"

This time everyone in the car was finally willing to respond in unison:

"clear!"

"Government troops will arrive in the 38th minute after the attack starts. We have to reserve 3 minutes to avoid helicopter detection range, so the time is only 35 minutes. We expect to start taking action in 75 seconds. Let's start checking the clock now."

As soon as Cohen finished speaking, everyone raised their wrists and set a countdown of 36 minutes and 15 seconds on their electronic watches. At the same time, they took out a red scarf of the same style worn on the necks of bald and tattooed black men from their pockets, and put it on themselves one after another. on the neck.

Ryder International Airport, concourse level one.

"There are the latest developments in the killing of the Amu people. It is reported that the government revealed that the incident is likely to be related to the ethnic conflict between armed elements. This is what has happened in the country in recent years..."

Outside the office, news related to the "Amu attacks" was playing.

Inside the room, the black female supervisor was snickering to herself. Judging from the anxious look on this Asian man's face, he must be in a hurry to catch a flight. So I only need to wait here for a while, and I'm not afraid that he won't obediently pay for it!

I just don’t know if he is from Xia, Japan, or Korea?

It’s best to be from Xia, I heard they are the richest, hey…

Seeing that the ball-headed man did not respond, the female supervisor had no choice but to speak again: "Sir, sir? Please cooperate and open your back..."

Just as she was reminding him again, the man with a round head shivered suddenly, his back straightened, and his anxious eyes instantly became extremely calm.

Before the female supervisor could finish speaking, he opened his backpack first.

Take out your phone.

Get the camera.

Photograph.

The left and right hands operate simultaneously, the movements are fast, without any redundant movements, and it is as precise as a robot.

Several security personnel were slightly startled.

The Asian man in front of him seemed to have suddenly changed. His movements and demeanor were completely different from before. However, the female supervisor didn't think much about it. Anyway, the camera was already on, so it would be easier to say, "Since you..."

Bang.

The man with a round head took out the memory card of the camera, threw the camera on the table as if throwing it away as trash, and with a quick step, he dodged through the narrow gap between the two black security guards and ran out of the office.

"What...what's going on?"

The female supervisor had never seen such a passenger before. He knew the camera on the table. It was the famous Leica Q2, which was worth more than 300,000 birr. It was her two years' salary. Why did she just drop it?

The first floor lobby of the airport.

The ball-headed man stared straight ahead with cold eyes and walked quickly, out of tune with the noisy surroundings.

As if he had no idea, without moving his eyes even an inch, he automatically avoided the black passenger who bumped into him from the side. He came to the wall, smashed the red fire alarm bell with a casual punch, and continued to move forward without stopping.

"Ring ring ring..."

In an instant, the piercing fire alarm bells sounded loudly from loudspeakers everywhere inside and outside the terminal.

The man with the round head was not affected at all and kept going straight until he bumped into a dirty tableware cart in the restaurant.

"Ah, sorry passenger, I was stunned just now, I'm very sorry!"

The black staff member pushing the tableware cart hurriedly lowered his head and apologized, but the other person didn't even look at him. He turned around and ran quickly up the airport escalator.

In his hand, suddenly, there was a touch of silver light! !

Wasteland 300 meters away from the airport.

"60 seconds... Kaili, get ready to drive with 20 seconds left..."

"Ring ring ring..."

The alarm bell suddenly sounded in the terminal, interrupting Cohen who was giving orders.

"What happened? Did you find us at the airport?"

"No way? It only took three hours from when we got the kid's trajectory to when we made the plan. How could the airport know about it? Could it be that the Ethiopian National Intelligence Agency intercepted our information in advance?"

The gap-toothed black man Elias frowned.

"Allah, then rush over now and kill them all!"

The bald, tattooed black man had a crazy look in his eyes.

"Don't worry yet, I'll ask Sam."

Cohen took out a black phone from his pocket, pulled out an antenna, and after undergoing triple decryption of iris, fingerprint, and password, dialed a number.

After waiting for the connection, "Sam, Cohen, what's going on at the airport?"

On the other end of the phone.

On the second floor of Ryder Airport, domestic entrance check-in area.

A young white man wearing a burgundy sweatshirt, black curly hair, glasses, and a nerdy appearance was answering the phone.

He first turned around and observed the location of the federal police room and the security personnel, and then said: "I don't know what the situation is, the federal police..."

When he mentioned the last word, the blond old lady beside him immediately looked up at him.

Sam immediately stopped talking, stood up, and quietly walked to the bathroom. "The federal police did not move. The security personnel were just maintaining order. It should be a false fire alarm..."

Just as he was having a detailed conversation with Cohen in the bathroom.

Outside the bathroom, a pale yellow figure quietly walked in.

Yellow skin, black and white beard.

Meatball head! !

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