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Chapter 448 The Cursed Land, Firefighters Urgently Need Support
October 1994, Moscow, Russia.

KGB headquarters office building.

"Gaidar, aren't you going home yet?"

"No, Anatoly, I still have some work to finish. You can go now."

Anatoly chuckled and shook his head upon hearing this, then got up and left the office.

Gaidar was so engrossed in his work that he even forgot to eat dinner.

Only when the office area was nearly deserted did he suddenly stand up in a daze and go to the restroom to relieve himself.

However, no one noticed the small USB flash drive memory card in his hand.

After arriving at the restroom, he quickly locked the toilet door inside the stall.

Next, check if your surroundings are safe, such as the area above you.

This is the KGB headquarters building; if he were to be discovered leaking secrets, the consequences would be unimaginable.

As an intelligence operative, Gaidar naturally understood how to lower others' guard, allowing him to infiltrate more effectively and survive longer.

USB flash drives and memory cards, though small, are practically impossible to take out of the headquarters building.

Because of the extremely strict security check procedures downstairs, everyone, whether civilian staff or action team members, must undergo this security check in order to enter and exit the building normally.

So Gaidar needs to find a way to take it away.

The solution he could think of was simply to put the thing in a special plastic film box and then swallow it directly.

Only in this way could he take it out.

After finishing all that, Gaidar didn't forget to press the flush button and then calmly walked out of the bathroom.

Everything was completed smoothly and without him noticing, and no one discovered his little tricks.

Before he knew it, it was past ten o'clock at night, and he was about to leave work.

At this time of day, most people are quite tired, and Gaidar is no exception.

He left the building before the security personnel on the 11 p.m. shift changed.

So naturally, this group of people who are also about to leave work won't be as serious.

Fortunately, everything turned out alright; the metal detectors and other equipment did not sound an alarm when he passed by.

My heart, which had been in my throat, can finally relax.

After leaving the office building, Gaidar took a stroll around the center of Moscow.

After confirming several times that no one was following him, he drove to a nearby location.

Two hours later, he found the capsule he wanted, opened it, and got the memory card.

Later, around 3 a.m., he went to the suburbs to meet someone.

"Pay the money and deliver the goods."

"No problem, but I need to inspect the goods."

The man standing in front of Gaidar was named Menatepdov. Gaidar didn't know his exact identity; he only knew that the man was very rich and powerful.

Gaidar's son had leukemia two years ago, which cost him a lot of money and emptied his savings.

So, left with no other choice, he prepared to sell his blood, and even his organs.

But at that moment, Menatepdov suddenly appeared and took care of his worries.

However, from that moment on, Gaidar embarked on a path of no return.

Nevertheless, Gaidar remained more wary than trusting of Menatepdov.

After all, his life was in the other party's hands. If the other party had any ideas, he could easily be killed.

A short time later, Menatepdorf connected the USB flash drive to the computer and found the folder inside.

After opening the package and confirming that the images were indeed the information he wanted, he immediately smiled at Gaidar:
"Gaidar, you did a great job. Here, this is an extra reward for you."

Looking at the extra 20,000 US dollars in front of him, Gaidar, who was poor and lacked ambition, couldn't help but swallow hard.

Reason told him that if he continued to take the money, he would only be leading himself into an abyss.

But if he doesn't take it, something bad might happen.

Moreover, Russia today, although slightly different from what it was a few years ago.

But it is still relatively dark and gloomy.

Gaidar works in the KGB headquarters office building, where he has access to a lot of intelligence on a daily basis.

According to information about Smolinsky, the president of the Capital Savings Bank whom he had contact with, he was one of the seven oligarchs in Moscow.

The exchange of power for money is quite complex.

Menatepdov once told him: Why can those oligarchs get away with it and live a life of debauchery every day?
But many warriors like Gaidar could only earn meager wages and struggle to make ends meet.
And when his son was diagnosed with leukemia, no one was willing to lend a helping hand? Not even a few people were willing to lend him money?

There is an old Chinese saying that you can help someone in an emergency, but not someone who is poor and chronically ill. This principle also applies to Russia.

"Thank you!"

Finally, after a deep internal struggle, Gaidar accepted the money.

For Menatepdov, $20,000 was a drop in the ocean, but for Gaidar it was a lifeline.

"You're welcome. It's a mutually beneficial arrangement. However, I need to remind you that if the news of your son's recovery gets out to your office, well, you can imagine the consequences, right?"

"I know what to do, you don't need to worry about it."

“That’s true, but I don’t want you to be locked up so soon. Otherwise, you know better than anyone what will happen to your son. So I hope you will be more discreet and cautious in your daily life.”

Menatepdov didn't say much, even though his words had already crossed the line.

But he couldn't help it.

Because Gaidar was the best person he had ever found to obtain intelligence, and also someone who was extremely easy to control.

Those who are greedy and lustful are far less capable than fathers like Gaidar who value family ties, because they are easier to control.

Having said all he had to say, Menatepdorf turned and left, quickly disappearing into the darkness.

On the other side of Moscow, outside a shopping mall, Menatepdov made sure no one was behind him before turning around and going into the restroom.

He put a book in a waterproof, transparent bag, placed it in the toilet sink, and then left the bathroom naturally.

Shortly after he left, a mall restroom cleaner quickly entered the restroom, went into the third stall, and found the transparent waterproof bag in the sink of the pressure-flush toilet.

The cleaner carefully put the waterproof bag into her pocket and then quickly left the bathroom.

In less than half an hour, the book from the waterproof bag appeared in an office.

Matthew Barron looked at the information in front of him and quickly fell into deep thought.

"What exactly is the KGB trying to do?"

It turns out that the intelligence data sent by Gaidar did indeed contain information about the Somali peninsula.

However, these were merely collected materials and did not reveal the KGB's intentions.

Given Gaidar's level, obtaining such intelligence would be extremely difficult.

Matthew Barron, unable to understand, decided to stop wasting his brain.

He should just hand over all the collected information and let the higher-ups have a headache. He's not smart enough to handle that kind of thinking.

On the other side of Russia lies St. Petersburg, the second largest city.

Lanstark and his team arrived safely. He was a person in charge of arms sales in Africa and had now come to Russia.

It's not that Want Want Group has no one to use, but rather that he, Lanstark, is very strong, and the team he leads is equally strong, so he was assigned to St. Petersburg to carry out a mission.

Upon landing, Lancelot met Caltim, who had provided them with safe housing.

"Lanstark, I've arranged everything you need inside. There's enough food for a month, and plenty of firearms and ammunition."

Caltim looked at the group of people in front of him and said gently:
"The situation in St. Petersburg is a bit more complicated. Right now, there's a power struggle among Moscow's nobility, foreign capital competing with local capital, and the high-ranking officials are also very corrupt and chaotic."

"Therefore, you must be cautious during the mission."

"By the way, when will your team arrive?"

As Lancelot flipped through the documents, he nodded, and when he heard the last question, he gave a casual reply.

After a while, Caltim turned and left.

After the other party left, Lanstark sent his own men to check the equipment and familiarize themselves with all the entrances and exits as well as the surrounding area.

For an excellent agent, all of this is something that must be experienced.

In fact, as of now, Lanstark still doesn't know the details of the mission he's to carry out.

However, he needed to arrive early, lie in ambush, and wait for specific instructions from above.

Alaska, USA.

"Fuck, thank goodness I was vigilant enough, otherwise we really would be done for this time."

Bertrand's face turned ashen, and he spoke angrily.

Karlheinz shook his head and said:

“Bertrand, let’s leave here first. Alaska is a cursed land, and it’s very unfriendly to us Arctic foxes.”

Actually, the name "Arctic Fox" for their mercenary organization didn't have any special meaning; they just thought it sounded nice.

Logically speaking, the Arctic Fox mercenary group should have been quite at home in Alaska, a place close to the Arctic.

However, reality presented them with a major setback.

This time, they accepted a mission from the underworld, preparing to come to Alaska to join forces with other organizations to completely wipe out the Anka mercenary group.

The very next day after Bertrand and his group arrived in the Alaskan capital, before they even reached the location where the Anka mercenaries were hiding, they discovered shocking news on a forum in the underworld.

Anka's mercenary group has been completely wiped out.

And even this time, the mysterious team that had been relentlessly pursuing the Anka mercenary group was wiped out.

The culprit was none other than the FBI.

It's possible that the National Security Agency and the Central Intelligence Agency were involved, but the actual operation was carried out by FBI agents.

Anyway, that's what the forum says: the FBI made a great contribution.

Upon seeing this message, Bertrand and the others were all terrified.

They almost suffered total annihilation as the Arctic Fox mercenary group.

Hatred can blind a person, and even if there is a cliff in front of them, they will jump off without hesitation. That's really true.

"Wait, my phone is ringing."

Just as Bertrand was about to nod, he suddenly noticed his phone ringing.

His phone is a satellite phone, and outsiders have no idea what his number is. The reason he carries it with him during missions is so that he can contact the outside world at any time in case of an emergency.

To my utter surprise, it suddenly rang at this moment.

Karlheinz, Gerensorn, Belises, Philipstone, and the others all changed their expressions drastically, their eyes warily scanning their surroundings.

The call was quickly connected. Bertrand didn't speak, but what the other person said shocked him.

"Bertrand, you're in Alaska right now, right?"

"I know you're surprised. Let me introduce myself. My name is Paula Rosen, an ordinary intelligence broker. According to the information I have, you should be in Alaska right now. You didn't fall in the previous battle, did you?"

"Hehe, it's fine if you don't say anything. The mission you participated in before, although it had a reward of twenty million US dollars, you probably won't have a chance to get it, after all, Orlando Stewart is dead."

"We have a task now, in Texas, in southern North America, where there's a gold mine owner."

"If you're willing to accept this mission, I can also provide you with an intelligence tip for free. How about it? Why don't you consider it?"

Paula Rosen didn't get thirsty after speaking for such a long time.

But Bertrand, on the other end of the phone, felt his mouth go dry.

Because I was frightened by the other party.

Although Paula Rosen's voice was very pleasant, Bertrand was on high alert and didn't notice it at all. Instead, he was shocked by what she said.

He swallowed hard and said in a deep voice:

"what news?"

"Hehe, so you've agreed?"

"No, I didn't agree. I want to know what kind of intelligence it is, and how you know we're in Alaska? You're not trying to trick me, are you?"

"Bertrand, you think too highly of yourselves. I'm just an intelligence middleman, earning only the difference in the price of information. If you don't agree, then I'll have to hang up. Anyway, the mission I'm talking about is a piece of cake for your Arctic Fox mercenary group, so why don't you agree?"

Paula Rosen giggled.

Bertrand did not agree and instead hung up the phone.

“Karl, you need to investigate Paula Rossum right now. I need all the information I have about her. We need to leave Alaska immediately; we can’t stay here any longer.”

Upon hearing Bertrand's words, Galen Thorne and his group didn't dare to delay and quickly left the area.

Karl-Heinz, meanwhile, was typing away on his keyboard, preparing to search for information about Paula Rossen online.

Unfortunately, the results were minimal.

However, Paula Rossen was confident that the Arctic Fox mercenary group would agree.

Since it concerned the lives of their Arctic Fox mercenaries, Bertrand and his men naturally took it very seriously.

Meanwhile, in Southeast Asia, in the Golden Triangle region, a small team from the Black Bear Company had just completed a mission and was preparing to return home.

The headquarters of Black Bear Company is located in Vladivostok in the Far East, a place that no one expected.

However, just as they returned to Vladivostok, their supervisor, Zorlaued, gave them another task.

"Litvinenko, you are now heading to Kansas in North America for a sabotage mission."

As the leader of the Black Bear Company's action team, Alexander Litvinenko was very puzzled by his superior's orders:
"Didn't we just get back? Why are we being sent on a mission again so soon?"

Zolloyd held up one finger:
"First, the reward for this mission is twenty million US dollars, but the mission is merely sabotage. There are military industrial companies like Boeing in Kansas, and these are all your sabotage missions."

"Secondly, in my view, this mission is simply to deliver money to us, and it's not just your team going to Kansas; other teams will be going as well."

No one would dislike such a journey of finding money.

Before Litvinenko could utter a word after hearing this, the other members of his squad behind him cheered happily.

Although Litvinenko sensed that something was amiss, he didn't know where to begin and could only carry out orders.

As Litvinenko and his team set off for Kansas, the mercenary organization Eye of Sauron, located in the Middle East, also received a mission.

"Yang, are we really going to California?"

Nelson, the leader of the Eye of Sauron organization, stared intently at Yang Zhixiong in front of him.

The latter is their advisor to the Eye of Sauron; if there's anything you can't decide, you can directly consult him.

"No rush. Let's look for other intelligence information first, ask around, and then make a decision."

Yang Zhixiong said in a deep voice.

He felt a sudden, inexplicable pang of fear, realizing that this mission was likely dangerous, and extremely perilous.

But Yang Zhixiong was very unwilling to accept the reward of 20 million US dollars.

In fact, after the trust crisis in the dark world missions created by the North American National Security Agency some time ago, most mercenary organizations and assassin organizations around the world have become very cautious when choosing missions.

This time, an intelligence intermediary calling himself Paula Rossen contacted them, asking their Eye of Sauron to go to California to carry out a mission to obtain technical data from Grumman Corporation.

Details about the mission have not yet been disclosed, but the reward of twenty million US dollars is very tempting.

For these people who live on the edge, no matter what the task, as long as the reward is good enough, they are willing to carry it out.

However, judging from the current situation, Yang Zhixiong is very worried that if they go to California this time, they may very well die without a burial place.

In order to avoid the greatest possible harm, Yang Zhixiong chose to be cautious.

"it is good!"

After a while, Yang Zhixiong and his team obtained some information through forums in the underworld. Having learned the relevant intelligence, they ultimately decided to go to California, lured by a reward of twenty million US dollars.

Los Angeles, California.

Inside a luxurious villa, Paula Rosen hung up the phone with a smile.

"Hehe, finally made contact. Now let's watch the show."

"But I still need to report the progress to my superiors, hehe."

Instead of making a phone call, she turned on her computer and started a video call.

The image that appeared on her computer screen was none other than Yabofan.

At this time, Yabofan was not in the United States, but in Alaska.

Orlando is dead. He needs to come and check the relevant information, and also needs to investigate the specific circumstances.

For Want Want Group, Orlando's death could not simply be left unresolved.

Although everyone knows that the FBI is definitely involved, who exactly was involved, and were the NSA and CIA involved?

If they participated, who were they?

Therefore, we definitely need to obtain more detailed and specific intelligence information.

Otherwise, Orlando would have died in vain.

"Boss, I've already contacted all the mercenary organizations. The Eye of Sauron, the Arctic Fox Mercenary Group, the Black Bear Company, and others have all agreed. I'll be closely monitoring their mission progress in the coming days."

Upon hearing Paula Rosen's report, Yabo Fein nodded:
"Very good, you did a great job. I hope you can be more cautious and not end up like Orlando, whose arrogance led to his death!"

"When a person dies, then there is really nothing left."

"I have high hopes for you and hope you can become a senior executive in reserve, or even join us smoothly in the future."

Paula Rosen was so excited that she choked up and could hardly speak.

For a woman, being a good wife and mother is actually the most suitable role.

However, Paula Rossum is a strong woman, and she used to be a mercenary. The reason she has survived until now is not only because she has great skills, but also because she is smart and knows how to use her brain.

Paula Rosen quickly recovered after the call ended.

She was determined to become a senior executive.

However, she has one fatal flaw: she is unmarried.

People like her are not easy to control. Want Want Group doesn't lack smart people, but it lacks smart people who can be controlled.

Want Want Group has money and is willing to invest.

If Paula Rosen doesn't see this, then she will never become a senior executive in the making, let alone a senior executive.

With Paula Rossum's current wealth, she could easily go to some small countries like Mauritius or the Maldives to hide away and enjoy a leisurely retirement.

But she was ambitious, she was still young, and she was not willing to live her life like this.

That's why she's thinking about continuing to strive.

"Come on, let me see what kind of surprise you have in store for me this time."

Paula Rosen threw herself into her work, gathering information while a large number of her subordinates handled on-site follow-up tasks.

Arctic Fox is on a mission to a gold mine in southern Texas, while Black Bear is heading to Kansas to sabotage Boeing, hoping to obtain detailed technical data or equipment.

The Eye of Sauron then went to Grumman Corporation.

In addition, organizations such as Shadow Night, Hobart Mercenary Group, Dragon Tooth Squad, and White Dolphin Mercenary Group have also received related missions and are all coming to North America to carry out their tasks.

The chaos began the moment Paula Rosen made her first phone call.

There are so many mercenary organizations around the world. Even if organizations like Arctic Fox don't agree, other organizations will.

Because greed is humanity's original sin.

The reward for the mission is over 20 million US dollars, and there are additional rewards if you can bring back valuable technical data or gold and other items afterwards.

For organizations like the Eye of Sauron, this is simply letting them pick up money.

How could I possibly refuse?

Washington, D.C., FBI headquarters building, Director's office.

Snapped!
"What did you say? All the leads have gone cold? What are you good for? You're such a stupid pig, you can't take any praise."

Brian Ward was furious, and he wanted nothing more than to beat up Darren Watson, the head of operations.

Darren Watson was formerly the head of the South Korean FBI, although he did not receive much credit for his investigation of Office 39 in 1990.

Even if they didn't achieve great things, they still put in a lot of hard work.

Moreover, Darren Watson has spent a long time in South Korea and has a wealth of experience.

Yes, I've made quite a bit of money.

So after the previous leadership reshuffle, he was transferred back to Washington headquarters to serve as the head of the operations department.

He must have spent a lot of money, otherwise he wouldn't have been able to get up here.

Some time ago, he led a team to Alaska and finally wiped out the Anka mercenary group and brought back a lot of information.

As a result, during the review process over the past period, they still did not find any particularly useful information.

Orlando Stewart is dead, without leaving any clues whatsoever.

Not a single one survived!
This also means that the Orlando lead they had previously found has been completely cut off.

In fact, because Orlando did not produce a large sum of US dollars for the transaction after discovering the National Security Agency's sting operation, he has been cleared of suspicion to some extent.

However, Andy from the Anka mercenary group provided such important intelligence, and it was thought that clues could be found from it, but now it has been said that the connection has been lost.

If looks could kill, then Darren Watson would have been killed a thousand times over by Brian Ward's gaze.

"I'm sorry, Boss, I didn't expect that either."

"Fuck, you're still trying to deny it, aren't you?"

Brian was furious:
"It's your fault, it's your fault. Why are you trying to deny it? Do you have connections with the counterfeit money ring? Or did you take money from them?"

Darren Watson was sweating profusely and hurriedly denied it.

"Speaking of which, I'd like to ask you, why did you come back from South Korea in the first place? You must have been living like an emperor there, right? If Daniel isn't mistaken..."

Hearing this, Darren Watson became even more terrified and had no choice but to bleed himself to save his life.

Brian Ward was overjoyed to learn that there was money, and that it was in the form of unknown checks and gold, stored in a Swiss bank.

So he made a phone call and asked his trusted secretary to investigate the matter.

His secretary was actually his mistress, and she had several children with him.

Using a child to bind a woman is a tactic that is a traditional skill of major intelligence agencies, nothing to brag about.

It's simple, direct, and very effective.

This kind of thing is all too common, especially for someone as wealthy and powerful as Brian Ward.

Shortly after, the lover called back from the Swiss bank to confirm that it was true, the checks deposited there had been cashed, and the gold had also been transferred.

Brian Ward was immediately overjoyed. After hanging up the phone, he spoke gently to Darren Watson:

“Darren, you’re very sensible, and I appreciate that. But you need to be more careful in the future. The Federal Reserve is like a powder keg right now, ready to explode at any moment. You should also understand how difficult things are for me.”

The latter thought to himself: "What a load of rubbish! You, the bureau chief, have it too easy."

Just now, he gave up millions of dollars.

Otherwise, he would not have escaped imprisonment this time.

After all, someone has to take responsibility when something goes wrong.

Although Darren Watson could shirk responsibility and pass the buck to his subordinates, this wouldn't work. Brian Ward was watching him closely, and if Ward didn't budge, he would have to take the blame.

Now, losing money to avoid disaster is a lucky escape.

Next time, Darren Watson will have to be much more careful, or he might really have to face a court-martial.

There's no way around it; the Federal Reserve these days is really crazy. Anyone who makes even the slightest mistake will be targeted.

The National Security Agency, the Central Intelligence Agency, the Federal Bureau of Investigation, and other agencies under the Office of the Chief of Staff were all trembling with fear.

As Darren Watson turned and walked out of the director's office, the smile on his face vanished instantly, replaced by a fleeting glint of ruthlessness in his eyes.

If Brian Ward dares to be so greedy, then Darren Watson will definitely make sure he chokes on his money.

The fact that he was able to return directly to Washington from a place like South Korea and rise to the top, becoming the head of the operations department, shows that he is no pushover.

Since Brian Ward can sit comfortably in the position of director, then why can't Darren Watson take it for a while?

Just then, someone hurried past him. He looked up and saw that it was none other than O'Brien, the head of the intelligence department.

"problem occurs?"

The latter's hurried manner and unpleasant expression spoke volumes.

It's worth noting that O'Brien is usually quite 'gentlemanly'. Even if he secretly despises O'Brien as the head of the operations department, he won't show it to his face. Instead, he'll greet him with a 'smiling tiger' attitude.

O'Brien stormed into the director's office, nearly causing Brian Ward to shrink back in fright.

Because at that moment he was having a close conversation with another secretary, and after venting his anger so fiercely, he desperately needed a hot secretary to act as a firefighter.

Then O'Brien caught them in the act.

“Fuck, O’Brien, you better really have an urgent work report to give, or else you’ll have to slap yourself.”

Ignoring the cursing chief and the flustered secretary, O'Brien said in a deep voice:
"Boss, something terrible has happened. We just received news that the Eye of Sauron and a large number of mercenary organizations have secretly entered North America. They have gone to Kansas, California, Texas, New York, and other places, and their presence has already been seen in dozens of cities."

"We retrieved surveillance footage from major roads in various cities and confirmed their identities using facial recognition technology."

"However, we haven't confirmed their purpose yet, and our intelligence department is short-staffed and urgently needs support!"

Brian Ward's expression changed drastically.

Because mercenary organizations like the Eye of Sauron are all fierce and infamous, each enjoying a formidable reputation internationally.

The Golden Triangle, the Middle East, South Africa, Latin America, and South America are their main battlegrounds.

After all, these places are quite chaotic, with rampant drugs and dozens or even hundreds of gunfights every day.

For example, in Jamaica, a country in Latin America, robbery, rape, and shootings are commonplace, and murders in the streets happen every day.

The more chaotic a place is, the more likely mercenary organizations are to appear there.

These organizations all have one thing in common: they are ruthless and profit-driven.

There's only one possibility that could attract all these organizations to the North American continent at the same time: profit!

"Didn't you investigate the situation in the underworld? Who issued this mission?"

"Boss, we've investigated, and there's nothing unusual. It seems they're not issuing missions through the underworld. In short, we haven't found any relevant intelligence."

Upon hearing this, Brian Ward's expression turned even more grim.

“Immediately arrange for someone to investigate. I will personally call Darren and arrange for their support.”

"But BOSS, that might not be enough, because dozens of organizations are coming into our area together. We'll probably need the support of the intelligence agency."

Brian was furious:
"Fuck, don't mention them in front of me. Do you think we can't live without them?"

The FBI and CIA are agencies of equal standing, but over the years, while they have cooperated, they have been competitors more often.

The CIA is responsible for collecting intelligence from abroad, and they possess a vast amount of intelligence information related to major international organizations.

If O'Brien can obtain this information, he can develop a more targeted plan to take down the Eye of Sauron and other organizations.

Unfortunately, Brian Ward was as if his parents had died and simply refused to comply.

So O'Brien was helpless.

Soon, O'Brien, having received support, began to take action.

But by this time, Black Bear Company had already arrived at its destination, gathered relevant information, and then began its operation.

Boeing is a large company; they not only produce commercial airliners but also military aircraft.

This company has branches in many parts of North America, and its Seattle factory is the world's largest aircraft manufacturing base, mainly responsible for assembling civilian aircraft.

The military aircraft manufacturing plant is located in Wichita, Kansas, and is also known as the Wichita Plant.

The famous Air Force One has been manufactured by Boeing since World War II.

For example, Roosevelt chose to travel by Boeing 314 across the Atlantic, a journey of 5500 miles, and successfully arrived in France to discuss the overall situation of World War II with de Gaulle, Churchill, and others.

After 1959, the Boeing VC137, a VIP version of the Boeing 707, became the new Air Force One and was given the designation Special Air Service Mission Aircraft 970, highlighting its special status in the Air Force.

And ever since then, Air Force One has been operated by the Boeing 747.

Besides Air Force One, other Boeing products include the C-17 Globemaster III four-engine strategic transport aircraft, the F-15EX fighter jet, the Boeing 234 transport helicopter, and the B-36G strategic bomber.

Black Bear Corporation deployed five teams to Kansas to carry out this mission.

Litvinenko's squad advanced rapidly under the cover of night, broke through the barbed wire, and scaled the wall to enter the Wichita factory.

"Our goal is simple: we need to blow up this factory over there."

"The reward for the task is closely related to our success rate, so you all need to be well-prepared and understand the details before you take action!"

The Wichita factory was heavily guarded, making it difficult for the Black Bear Company to sneak in unnoticed.

Therefore, after scaling the wall, just before they arrived at the factory, Litvinenko and his group were already discovered.

The piercing alarm sounded, and the entire factory was thrown into chaos.

"Gan!"

Given the situation on the ground, it's virtually impossible for them to get more money.

At this point, it is necessary to make a decisive decision and destroy as much as possible.

While giving orders, Litvinenko provided cover fire, allowing two of them to infiltrate the workshop.

At this time of day, even if there are people inside the workshop, there won't be many.

If nearby troops come to their aid, they will be surrounded.

Once surrounded, they might be doomed.

Therefore, action must be swift.

At this time, the engineers were not in the factory assembly workshop; only a few people were on the night shift.

But in another engine inspection workshop, there were many people waiting for the data results.

Whether for military or civilian use, the engine is the most important core component of an aircraft, so its protection and various tests are of utmost importance.

Litvinenko and his squad carried a large amount of American equipment. The members holding submachine guns had their fingers welded to the triggers, and bullets poured out as if they were free.

Many people fell into pools of blood.

These are all researchers; if they were to die, the loss to Boeing would be even greater.

Do you have any technical documentation?

"Don't take it, just blow up the engine, we'll get out of here right away."

Damn it, at a time like this, you're still thinking about these things?

Don't you value your life?

At the neighboring military base, many soldiers had been urgently notified and then came to the Wichita factory to provide support.

"Fuck, which idiot dares to cause trouble in our headquarters?"

The major cursed loudly, grabbed his pistol, got into the car, and ordered his soldiers to attack quickly.

But as soon as the car started, the ground shook violently, and at the same time, a huge explosion was heard.

Everyone looked in horror toward the Wichita factory, where a huge mushroom cloud was rising, its dazzling light shining brightly in the darkness, flashing and disappearing like a shooting star.

"My God, what on earth did they do?"

(End of this chapter)