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"Yeah, compared to ours, theirs is really just a minor trouble." The big star in the back seat joked.

Audrey Hepburn, who had finally managed to sit up properly, looked back at the way she had come. She asked with a hint of worry, "Will they catch up with us?"

Brian replied, "There's a good chance."

"Just to kidnap me? A washed-up star?" Audrey asked doubtfully.

"Ma'am, don't underestimate yourself," Brian explained. "You're a Hollywood celebrity and a UN Goodwill Ambassador. This means that as a public figure, you must be rescued from the kidnappers no matter what.

"Compared to special operations involving the use of force, problems that can be solved with money are arguably the simplest. The difference is simply a matter of how much money is offered, and it depends on the skill of the middleman and negotiator.

"But from your perspective, don't assume you'll be rescued. Don't think it's okay if they capture you. How many days of suffering will you have to endure before they pay the ransom and release you?

"Believe me, to those kidnappers, you're only valuable if you're alive, but that's all you need. They don't have any star-rated hotels with delicious food or comprehensive medical care.

"A healthy, normal man would be tortured beyond recognition by these people. Let alone you, ma'am. And you hired us to prevent this from happening, didn't you?

"Please let us play a role. I hope this work will leave me with a good reputation, rather than a bad result in the eyes of outsiders."

"Okay." Audrey looked back at the car behind and asked, "I wonder if anyone in the other car was injured?"

Brian didn't say much. He picked up the intercom and asked, "This is Alpha. Are there any casualties in car two? Over."

A moment later, the intercom came over: "This is Beta. Everyone is safe. I repeat, everyone is safe. Over. Hey, Madfake, Brian, you should come see the condition of our car. It's almost been riddled with bullets."

"Watch your words, there's a lady here, you stupid old dog." Brian retorted through the intercom, then said to Ms. Hepburn, "It seems they're fine, they can still curse at people."

Audrey Hepburn said with relief: "That's great. But it looks like the next trip will be cancelled."

"According to regulations, if the visiting team is attacked, they must suspend their activities and withdraw from Somalia as soon as possible. We are not war correspondents or soldiers who need to stay on the front line," Brian replied.

"Will those children be in danger?" Audrey asked again.

"No, those kids are worthless. The kidnappers won't set their sights on them." Brian said against his will.

Because he knew that it was common for people to take their anger out on others because of mission failure, and those children were undoubtedly good targets for venting their anger.

But there was no need to say any of this. What if this woman, impulsively, asked them to go back and rescue the person? It wasn't a question of whether it was dangerous or not, it was simply impossible to do it.

"So where do we go next?" Audrey asked. Although she knew the principle of suspending activities if attacked, she didn't care much about the subsequent action plan.

Unless there is a professional team around to take charge of this matter, who would have thought that an ordinary visit hosted by UNICEF would encounter such a thing?

Brian said: "According to the evacuation operation guidelines, there is no fixed route provided, but the team is allowed to enter the nearest UN peacekeeping force base or US military base.

"Then, under the protection of the military, they will fly directly back to the United States, or transit through Europe before returning to the United States. This is the general principle.

"But we have to go to the airport now. Once we get on the plane and take off, we'll have a lot of options. The specific location will depend on how far the plane can go with the fuel. Flying directly back to the United States is also possible."

Because this is an event hosted by a UN-affiliated organization, whether it ends normally or is interrupted unexpectedly, it does not mean that the local schedule is over and everyone can go home. They still need to report to the UN.

So everyone's destination will only be New York. After submitting the report at the United Nations Building, the entire trip will be officially concluded.

"By the way, shouldn't we contact the separated UNICEF personnel to inform them of what's happening here?" Audrey asked, remembering the other group.

Brian shook his head and said, "Let's contact them after we're in the air and confirm it's safe. I don't think this is an action targeting our entire team. It's more like a spur-of-the-moment act by local terrorists."

"As for the other group, they are protected by the peacekeeping forces. They are much safer than us."

Brian had a hidden agenda here. If he reported back, and the other party gave him instructions, would he have to obey? The question of command authority had always been the most vexing aspect of a multi-headed team.

Moreover, they themselves are fully aware of their true mission during this period. They are largely responsible for the devastation in Somalia.

In this situation, it is impossible for Africans to launch a joint attack against two separate teams with their strength.

The local armed forces saw a fat sheep entering their territory, so they were overjoyed. This was probably the biggest reason for their encounter this time.

After all, this is my own fault. What else can I do except swallow my anger?

Day 4, to celebrate the launch, there will be an additional update at 9pm

Chapter 107 Airport Dilemma

Don't think that just because you're on the road and out of reach of the pursuers, Henry will ease up on the accelerator. Mark, who was desperately chasing after the car, was still cursing in his heart, but he was still chasing the car with 120% energy.

Saying it takes thirty minutes to get to the airport doesn’t mean you can spend those thirty minutes relaxingly.

You know, the drive from the airport to the child protection agency we were supposed to visit was four hours, but we arrived in just over three hours, which saved us a bit of time.

But it only took two hours to get back to the airport from there! You can imagine how big the speed difference was. It's not an exaggeration to say it was flying.

The main reason Henry didn't dare relax was because he knew the pursuers hadn't given up. The smoke and dust Brian observed also proved this, even though there was no trace of the pursuer's convoy within sight.

Henry had no idea how long it would take for them to change planes and take off, so he could only rush as much as possible to save time.

Take the machine gun mounted on the pursuer's pickup truck, for example. Henry didn't think it was just for show, and he didn't dare to shoot at the plane.

He simply couldn't imagine what would happen if the plane was hit by a burst of bullets within the range of the machine gun.

Even if he was fine, others would be in trouble. Henry didn't want to see that outcome.

After much haste, the two Land Rovers finally arrived at the airport. However, they did not see the small passenger plane on the runway ready to take off. The Italian captain still parked the plane under the hangar.

Two cars drove into the hangar. Brian, looking at the equally anxious captain, got out of the car and said angrily, "Why aren't we on the runway ready for takeoff? Do you know we have pursuers behind us? They could show up at any moment!"

The Italian captain said innocently: "The tower staff told me that a plane is preparing to land, so the runway must be cleared. There is only one runway here.

"I can't force the plane to stop on the runway and wait for you guys who may arrive at any time."

At this time, the others also got out of the car and heard the captain's answer. They couldn't help but look up at the sky around them, trying to find the plane preparing to land.

The captain continued, "As you know, this airport doesn't have nighttime takeoff and landing facilities. It's almost evening, so incoming aircraft will be prioritized."

"There's no way they're going to be delayed waiting for us to take off. If they don't have time to land before they can even see the runway, there's going to be an accident."

Pilots also have so-called flying ethics codes, just like the traffic rules that ordinary people follow when driving on land.

Failure to comply can easily lead to accidents. If pilots fail to adhere to these internationally recognized basic principles, accidents can be serious aviation safety hazards. Therefore, the penalties for pilots are quite severe.

No matter how strong Brian was, he couldn't force the pilot to break the rules, especially when there was another plane around.

The head of the security team made a prompt decision and gave the order: "Our people are all here. We have the advantage of being able to take off at any time. Mark, you take the lady to the plane and put her there. Bernie and Sam, you two stay by the plane. Luca, prepare for takeoff."

After stuffing a pistol into Henry's arms, Brian took a long gun and a short gun for himself and said to the young assistant, "Come with me to the tower and ask the tower staff about landing the plane. As long as there is enough time, we will take off first."

Henry took the gun but didn't hold it in his hand. Instead, he put it in his lower back. He looked at Audrey Hepburn, who looked worried, and said with a smile, "Boss, you should get on the plane first. We'll be safe soon."

"be careful."

Without much delay, Henry caught up with Brian. The two of them trotted into the small airport management office, which also served as a control tower and had a lax access control.

Brian had called Henry because he spoke Somali. While most tower personnel spoke English, there was no guarantee of smooth communication. To avoid complications, calling Henry was a better option.

After just running up a few flights of stairs, before entering the tower control room, Henry heard something wrong from the Somali conversation inside.

Before entering, Henry stopped Brian and said, "The people inside are discussing what they will do after getting the bounty. I think the target of that bounty might be us."

Brian nodded and held the rifle in his hand in front of his chest, ready to shoot at any time.

With a fierce kick, the control room door was kicked open. Brian fired a warning shot into the air, frightening the two black men in the control room so much that they fell to the ground and huddled behind chairs that provided no shelter at all.

Brian asked loudly in English, "When will the plane land? How far away is it?" Henry followed suit, shouting the same question in Somali.

After a series of questions, the two old black men were so scared that they couldn't answer.

Henry looked at the bulletin board next to him, where air traffic control slips were posted, but it was blank. He then looked at the control console, but there was no flight call sign scheduled.

Henry said, "No planes are landing." In fact, he had already used his super vision to scan the surrounding sky. There was no sign of a plane landing at this small airport.

After entering, Brian had already identified those key locations. He threatened the other party loudly, actually wanting to see his reaction.

If there really is a plane about to land, the other party's attitude will definitely be to find a way to explain, even if he or she stammers.

But if there is no plane landing, it is not easy to come up with a lie under the tense situation of being threatened at gunpoint.

So Henry's answer was also Brian's answer. He said angrily, "These guys are lying."

As if to vent his anger, Brian smashed the butt of his rifle into the face of the old black man who was standing right in front of him! The other man shot him in the leg, making him scream.

He then turned and said, "Let's go back to the plane and take off immediately." He wasn't afraid of being shot, as he had observed that the two people in the control room were unarmed. Killing them would be excessive; just teach them a lesson would be enough.

Of course, Henry didn't bother to meddle in other people's business. He immediately followed Brian's steps and ran to the apron.

He quickly ran out of the airport building. Once he could see the apron, Brian waved vigorously and shouted, "Get on the runway, get ready for takeoff! There are no planes landing!"

I don't know if they heard Brian's words clearly, or if they simply believed this man and just followed his gestures. Bernie and Sam, who were guarding the plane, rushed the Italian captain onto the plane.

Fortunately, preparations for warming up the engine have been ongoing. As long as everyone is on board and the hatch is closed, we can take off.

The tower's delaying action had been effective, and the smoke and dust raised by the pursuing convoy was now close at hand. Even the roar of the engines reached my ears.

Chapter 108 Take Off and Chase

When they heard the sound of an engine in the distance, their trot turned into a run... for Brian.

Henry pretended to be in a hurry, but in reality, he followed Brian at a leisurely pace. The panic on his face and the frantic movements were pure acting.

Judging from the position of the runway, the direction of takeoff and the relative position of the pursuing convoy, the other party could only watch the plane take off. It was indeed a very large and grand farewell team, with its own deadly fireworks.

So Henry didn't intend to intervene. His bottom line was that Audrey Hepburn was injured, and until then, it was still within the acceptable range of damage, including this heart-wrenching moment. Of course, it would be best if Brian and the others were not killed.

The small passenger plane began to move, sliding from the apron to the runway. The door remained open, but the plane's turbo engine output increased significantly, and the unusually harsh sound vibrated the eardrums.

Pressing Henry's back, Brian made them both run at a crouched position, bypassing the engine's air intake and outlet to avoid being sucked in.

He pushed Henry onto the plane first, then jumped in himself, but he didn't bother to close the door. He just yelled towards the driver: "Everyone's on board, take off! Take off!"

After shouting, he half-hung out of the cabin door, firing his rifle backwards. At the same time, the plane began to taxi, and the engine noise gradually increased.

The return fire from behind alerted everyone on the plane to what was happening. However, the plane had limited range, and only Brian's position could fire back. So the others could only watch helplessly.

But to say nothing can be done is not entirely true. Old Bernie pushed Henry. Although he didn't push him away, he also said anxiously: "Go sit down. We are here to support you."

Henry readily gave up his seat to watch over Audrey Hepburn who was sitting in the middle of the plane.

After confirming that his employer was wearing his seatbelt and body armor, Henry asked, "Is everything okay, boss? I didn't have time to ask you before."

"I'm fine, kid." Audrey Hepburn comforted calmly.

"The plane is about to take off, and everything will be fine once it takes off." Henry then sat behind her to protect her from bullets if a bullet really came from behind.

At the cabin door, Old Bernie grabbed Brian's waist and used one hand to steady himself, allowing Brian to use his gun with both hands without falling out of the increasingly fast-moving plane.

The other two were responsible for changing magazines, exchanging the fully loaded guns for the empty weapon in Brian's hand.

It was just that when we boarded the plane, we didn't carry much ammunition and weapons, let alone refill the empty magazines. So there weren't many weapons we could use.

Soon, the only thing left in Brian's hands was the pistol.

Fortunately, the plane was fast enough at that point. The Italian captain pulled back the rudder and the plane began to rise.

After a while, the plane took off smoothly. The pursuing convoy also seemed to vent their anger and used the machine guns on their vehicles to fire indiscriminately.

Brian also emptied his last magazine and retreated back into the plane. Together with Old Bernie, they closed the cabin door.

Brian and the others, who were slumped in the cabin, shouted, "Yeah, we finally escaped!"

"Good job, Brian."

"Haha, everyone behaved very well."

"Yeah, we beat those niggers."

At this moment, an untimely voice came from a female flight attendant who was also sitting in the seat. She said, "Gentlemen, although you are very happy, the plane is taking off now. Please return to your seats as soon as possible and fasten your seat belts to stay safe."

Brian said, "All right, old men, strap yourself into your seats. Once we're level, I'll talk to the captain about where to land."

Although the plane was tilted during takeoff, Brian and the others were trained special forces veterans, so climbing back into their seats was a piece of cake.

A group of people flew away from Somalia calmly, feeling happy about surviving the disaster.

Suddenly, Sam shouted in surprise: "Hey, look! There are colorful sprays outside. Is this a special beauty at dusk? This is the first time I've seen it."

Everyone turned to look out the window on Sam's side. Some admired, some praised, and some... cursed, "Fuck, we're done!"

"Brian, what's going on?" Old Bernie asked the man who was cursing.

"Open your eyes and look! The source of the spray is our wing. What do you think it could be?"

Mark said in surprise: "You don't mean to say that that's our gasoline."

"Oh, that's great. Someone has the intelligence to figure out what the hell that thing is." Brian said with relief.

"We won't fall, will we?" asked Sam.