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Chapter 320 Operation Clipping Wings! (Second Update!)

Back in the office, while organizing documents, Xiao He casually sent Lin Yi another message.

[President Lin, please don't worry, the city is discussing a plan.]

On the other side, after carefully reading the text message, Lin Yi let out a soft breath and then replied with a message:
【receive! 】

The message was sent successfully. He put his phone aside and began to organize the drawings and equipment information needed for building the control center and data station.

Just as he was busy with his work, his cell phone, which was specifically used to contact Essente and Smith, chimed with a message.

Lin Yi grabbed the phone, unlocked it, and immediately saw the message popped up by that incredibly difficult-to-use software.

If a drone crashes, will your after-sales service cover it?

The information was simple, but it left Lin Yi somewhat confused.

He scratched his head, thinking for a long time, but still couldn't figure out why Eisent would ask that question.

Just as he was about to reply, a thought flashed through his mind, and he read the sentence again.

Eisent used "exploded," which is the past tense of "explode," meaning to explode or erupt violently. It usually has three uses.

The first is a physical explosion, which means that something explodes and destroys something else.

The second refers to emotions or the escalation of certain behaviors.

The third refers to quantity or scale.

Drones have been around for quite some time, and there is already a considerable amount of English vocabulary in the field.

The correct word for a drone crash is "crash," meaning it falls to the ground.

But this guy just happened to use an explosion.

It is known that Eisent is a member of America's military and he ordered a batch of drones for military use. Under what circumstances would these drones explode?

The answer is ready to come out.

These guys strapped bombs to drones and then launched a suicide attack.

Lin Yi rewrote the word, added a question mark after it, and sent it back to Eisent.

After sending the question mark, without waiting for a response, Lin Yi sent a few more messages:

Mr. Eisent, you are the military. As such, you should understand this.

These drones, in other people's hands, are things they could be passed down as family heirlooms.

In your hands, especially when used as military equipment, you must treat this as a disposable item.

You can't blow it up with a bomb and then send it back for me to fix.

This can't be fixed!

You might want to fix it, but you can't even gather all the necessary parts!

So please stop asking such silly questions, okay?

I'd like to ask when my money will arrive?

Al Udeid Air Base, Qatar.

Messages kept popping up. After reading the contents of the messages, Eisent put down his phone with a look of disappointment, and then rubbed his cheeks hard with both hands.

It's a bit uncomfortable.

I originally thought I could use Japan's policies to get a drone system for free, but I didn't expect the guy on the other side to be so shrewd.

They found the flaw simply because I mispronounced one word.

If such a shrewd person isn't making money for me, I'll definitely kill him.

This kind of person cannot be kept around; keeping them around will only bring disaster!

He sighed, grabbed his phone again, read the last message, and sighed once more.

He put his phone in his pocket, put his hat on, and got up to walk toward the finance department of the air force base.

The finance department is located in another building. You need to exit this building first, cross the central passage, and then you can get to the other building.

As he walked down the corridor, he caught a glimpse of about 20 Delta Force members standing in the setting sun, waiting to board the plane.

Upon seeing this, Eisent simply stopped and stood by the window, arms crossed, looking at the transport plane.

The last person climbed into the plane, and the tail ladder of the transport plane began to slowly retract and finally close.

The aircraft engines began to roar, spewing flames backward and propelling the plane forward.

After a sharp roar of its engines, the transport plane slowly lifted off the ground, then sliced ​​through the sky and disappeared from sight.

Watching the transport plane disappear from sight, Eisent looked away and continued walking towards the finance department.

On the departing transport plane, Captain Joseph Allen, the commander of this on-site operation, also took out the mission instructions from the pocket of his left breast.

After handing the mission instructions to the soldier on his left, he took out a paper map from the pocket on his right breast.

He spread out the paper map in the middle of the crowd, and under the watchful eyes of more than 20 soldiers, he took out a two-inch photo and photographed it onto the map:

"This man is our target this time, ISI Baghdad Battalion Commander, Hakkari Samair!"

“He is Egyptian. According to the information, he only speaks Arabic and is not fluent in English or French. So, if we catch this guy, we don’t need to deliberately avoid him when communicating.”

"According to our intelligence, he is currently active in Tuzhurmatu, 60 kilometers south of Kirkuk, Iraq."

"We'll need to contact our informant to find out the exact location, and then the informant will take us there."

"Besides him, there are his followers, members of the Baghdad Battalion, who currently surround him, numbering about 300 to 400."

"These people were equipped with light weapons, as well as a small number of rockets."

"In other words, each of us 24 people has to eliminate 15 to 20 people."

"But our task is to capture Hakkari, not to destroy his army."

"So in reality, we don't need to kill that many people."

“This guy is the right-hand man of ISI Commander Badri. Taking him out is like cutting off one of ISI Commander Badri’s arms.”

"Therefore, this plan is also called Operation Plucking Wings!"

"Now look at this photo. These Arabs all have big beards and look very similar, so don't mistake one for the other."

"It would be troublesome if I admitted my mistake!"

As Joseph spoke, the soldier in front of him quickly looked past the two-inch photo, trying to memorize the guy.

After they had looked through them once, Joseph leisurely took out another stack of photos from his left breast pocket and handed one to each person.

"Remember, never admit your mistake!"

After sending the photos, he pointed to the map and said, "Now that we've discussed the target, let's talk about the evacuation points."

“We have two evacuation points in total. The first evacuation point is south of Tuzhurmatu.”

"This blue area you see on the map is a reservoir."

"Further south, there was a temporary road used during the construction of this reservoir."

“Our evacuation point 1 is located at the intersection of this temporary road and Highway 2.”

“Our second evacuation point is on the Tigris River, west of Tuz Walmart.” “Once there, our informants have prepared boats, and we just need to board them to head south as quickly as possible.”

“There are 24 people in total, and I’ve divided them into two teams.”

"I lead a small group, which is our first and second teams. Our mission is to intercept."

"Martin, you will be in charge of the second group, which is the third and fourth squads. Your task is to escort them."

“After we successfully capture Hazari, his men will definitely retaliate. So, the moment we capture him, Martin, you should take the second group and head along Highway 2 to the extraction point as quickly as possible, and then evacuate.”

"After completing our interception mission, our small group headed west along Highway 55 toward the evacuation point in Tikrit."

"do you understand?"

As Joseph spoke, both groups turned their attention to the map.

Evacuation point 1 is not far from Tuzhurmatu; according to the map scale, the distance is only about 40 kilometers.

Moreover, this entire route is a highway, so by taking advantage of a time difference, they can leave those terrorists far behind in just a few minutes.

Evacuation point 1 is relatively safe, so the corresponding second group is also relatively safe.

Conversely, Group 1 needs to fight a blocking battle, while the No. 2 evacuation point is a full 90 kilometers away from Tuzhurmatu.

This distance is dangerous!
Group 1 is in danger too!
The group of people came to this conclusion, and they all pursed their lips and remained silent.

Seeing the worry on their faces, Joseph stood up and patted each of the group members on the shoulder:

"Don't worry, I'm here!"

He had barely finished speaking when the front hatch of the transport plane opened, and the pilot poked his head out:
"We'll reach the drop zone in 20 minutes, everyone, get ready!"

As soon as the pilot finished speaking, red lights illuminated in the cabin, reminding them that it was time to take off.

Twenty minutes is not a long time; in the blink of an eye, the pilot poked his head out from behind the front cockpit door again.
"Arrived at the target drop zone, prepare to jump!"

The front cabin door closed, and the rear cabin door slowly opened at that moment, the whistling wind blowing past our ears, making them ache.

Joseph raised his voice and shouted at the soldiers in front of him:
"Martin, you're number one!"

At the boundary between light and darkness, Martin was the first to jump from the rear door of the plane.

With him leading the way, the remaining soldiers followed closely behind, jumping out of the rear hatch one by one.

Finally, Joseph gave the pilot an OK sign, and then, mimicking a diver's move, gracefully threw himself out of the cockpit.

As night completely engulfed the earth, the 24-member Delta Force team successfully landed.

"Drone No. 1 launched for alert!"

A small team of communications soldiers quickly took off the boxes they were carrying on their backs, took out the drones from them, and remotely controlled them to take off.

Using the moonlight, the communications soldier searched a 500-meter radius around the squad's landing site.

"Safety!"

After receiving a safety warning, Joseph then began the second instruction:

"Check your watch, the base time is now 19 PM!"

Upon receiving the confirmed time, the special forces team members quickly adjusted their watches to show 19 PM.

After making the adjustments, Joseph took out the map and, with the help of the flashlight beam and the footage transmitted back by the drone, checked his current location.

In less than two minutes, Joseph figured out their location.

In the fields about 5 kilometers west of Tuzhurmatu.

About 1 kilometer south, they will reach the main road to Tuzhurmatu, Highway 55.

Joseph put the map away and waved his hand, "Head east, watch out for those scattered houses."

They were very lucky.

Because of the many rivers in the surrounding area, this large plain in western Tuzhurmatu has been developed into farmland.

Although there are some houses scattered in the fields, these are all temporary dwellings, with only one or two people looking after them.

Because there is no electricity, when night falls, the only light source these people who guard the fields can use is a kerosene lamp.

I can't see far into the distance.

So they crossed the fields without incident and arrived at their destination, the small town of Tuzhurmatu.

It took Joseph about another hour to find their contact.

A South Korean used car dealer.

As soon as the two sides met, the contact person immediately handed over a document:
"The man you are looking to arrest, Haqari, lives in the mosque in the northwest of the city."

"His current name is Sahbad, and he is an imam who came here from another place to study."

"After he arrived, the original few people at the mosque disappeared."

"In the days that followed, there were suddenly many more people around the mosque."

"Based on my observation, that guy should be praying in the mosque right now."

"Of course, he might just be putting on an act, so you should be careful."

After giving the warning, the contact person turned and pointed to the vehicle behind him:
"These vehicles are the equipment you will use during the operation later."

"You can do whatever you want. I'll just ask the CIA to reimburse the expenses when the time comes."

"Wish ya'll good luck!"

Based on the intelligence he had received, Joseph did not rush to the mosque. Instead, he told everyone to rest and eat something to conserve their energy.

While the others were resting, he called Martin over again:
"After the attack begins, we will provide you with cover and eliminate the surrounding guards as quickly as possible."

"And your task is to tie this guy up in the car as quickly as possible and head south along Highway 2."

Upon hearing the mission again, Martin nodded to indicate that he understood.

Time flies, and in the blink of an eye, it was 3 a.m.

This is the time of day when a person with a normal daily routine is most tired.

Even people with irregular sleep schedules will feel particularly sleepy at this time.

With a tick of his watch, Joseph abruptly opened his eyes and waved his hand:
"set off!"

In the mosque in the northwest of the small town, Haqqari was sleeping soundly, but suddenly, he sat up abruptly in bed.

He wiped the sweat from his forehead, grabbed the cup next to him, and started gulping down water.

My heart is racing; I'm panicking for no reason at all.

Having lived for over 30 years, this was the first time he had encountered such a situation.

He closed his eyes, took a few deep breaths, and began to pray to God for guidance.

But after praying for a long time, God did not give any instructions.

He sat in the darkness for a long time, and then he made a decision.

Since God won't give me any guidance, I'll go find someone else—two women—to give me guidance.

(End of this chapter)