Chapter 1150: Firepower

The black island mercenaries are getting closer, and the red baron's eyes are getting colder and colder. Captain Sudran in the combat command room finally couldn't help it, and sat down in his chair, "Maybe we can take the initiative to contact them and make our request..."
The Red Baron shook his head, "It's too late. If we don't start the attack first, we will lose all our opportunities when their first attack comes. Captain, we don't have time to sit down and discuss fully now. Up."
Captain Sudran stood up suddenly, and gunshots sounded almost simultaneously. His shots were quick and in line with standard tactical movements. He was indeed a master of the British Navy's special forces. He has also been proud of his excellent technology many times. But this time he chose the wrong target. He was not so good against the Red Baron. He was shot by the Red Baron.
"Captain?!" several British rebels shouted. Sudran fell to a desk in the command room, blood gushing from the wound of the .
Sudran fell on the ground, his hands pressed tightly against the wound on his chest, blood gushing from his mouth, Captain Sudran coughed violently, trying his best to breathe air.
"Sorry Captain, you shouldn't make the wrong choice." Red Baron shook his head.
Sudran held the Red Baron's hand tightly, his eyes wandering around the Red Baron, he struggled to say something, but in the end, he closed his eyes forever.
The British second officer on the "Captain Sudland" choked. He limped towards Sudran's body, tears flooding his eyes.
"I'm sorry, but the captain is dead, and those who stay here still want to live." The Red Baron said coldly to them, "What I am doing now is to rescue you from this place. Second officer, now You have taken over the ship and prepared the final preparations for the missile launch. Unless you want to die, or as prisoners, go back to Britain and go to the military court. Otherwise, do as I say."
Although the British soldiers pointed their guns at him, no one had the courage to shoot. In the end, they chose to give in, busy and mechanically completing various tasks under the command of the second officer. <>
The Red Baron said slowly, "Connect me to the broadcast on the ship, I want to speak to the mercenaries."
"Yes, sir, the audio signal has been connected to the cable broadcast on board." A secret agency member replied.
The Red Baron nodded, picked up the headset and shouted, "The mercenaries of Black Island. Although I don't like you very much, I must admit that you do have a few brushes. With more than a dozen or twenty people, you dare to touch them. Get on the ship and launch a raid. But you better cease fire now.
Otherwise, I will launch missiles and directly attack Diego Garcia base. I know there must be many people there now, including the navies of the United States and Britain. Several warships in the port are also waiting for opportunities. I still understand the principle of starting first. "
Lin Rui and others did not respond, but there was chaos in Diego Garcia's base. "Damn, the target of these terrorists is my base."
"We are now within their range, and at such a short distance." The command system of the United States and Britain fell into a panic.
"We need to assess the threat!"
"Their ship is equipped with 20 x quadruple advanced vertical launchers, with a total loading capacity of 80 pieces. It can load standard area air defense missiles, sea sparrow ESSM advanced surface missiles, and vertical launch anti-submarine rockets.
Among them, the most threatening to us are Tomahawk cruise missiles and ALAM advanced surface-to-surface missiles. They have our precise location. Once the strike is initiated, our consequences will be severe. "Some tactical analysts are in the headquarters, conducting on-site analysis.
"Tell the mercenaries to delay them as much as possible. Finally, try to seize the warship. If it fails, we will withdraw. We have already consulted the Pentagon and received the order to carry out a fatal attack on the Zumwalt-class destroyer. The strike procedure will be started in half an hour. "The base commander shouted.
Lin Rui frowned slightly after receiving the command from the headquarters. <>
"What's the matter?" Yelena whispered.
"Damn the Red Baron, he locked the US military base with missiles. Yankee is already anxious." Lin Rui whispered, "They will launch a fatal attack within half an hour. They ask us to hold the secret society people and try our best to stop them. They fired missiles."
"What a nonsense command. The missile launch button is in their hands, as long as it is pressed, how can we stop it?" Zhao Jianfei frowned.
"Maybe we still have a chance." Lin Rui frowned, "if we anger the Red Baron."
"What do you mean?" Zhao Jianfei frowned.
Lin Rui had already jumped out, and shouted while firing, "Red Baron, you are nothing more than that. Why don't you come out and compete? It is not fun to hide behind a group of people and press the missile button. A few days ago, we also shot your grand prince in the head. It was at a football match."
The Red Baron listened to his voice, but ignored him.
"Come on, Red Baron, I know that you are a very high-spirited guy, and you must not be able to bear my attitude. Then come out and let's talk. There should always be an end to the hatred between us." Lin Rui shouted. Tao.
The Red Baron sneered, "Lin Rui, I have a good deck of cards in my hand, why should I rush to show it?"
"But if it doesn't show up, how do you know if my card is better than yours?" Lin Rui said coldly.
When the Red Baron just wanted to speak, there was a loud noise, the ceiling above the command room suddenly cracked, and several figures quickly jumped down. One of them rushed forward like lightning, and he shot his gun in the air. The Red Baron instinctively turned around and fought back with the pistol in his hand.
"Lin Rui, it's really you! Your people confuse me with their voices outside, but in secret they walked along the pipe to the top of the ceiling and launched a surprise attack. It was really mean." Red Baron sneered sideways. <>
Lin Rui had climbed up from the ground and used M4 to suppress and shoot with one hand. The other hand raised his fist and punched it at the stomach of a secret agency nearby. His attack was not very powerful, far from reaching the point of serious injury. But the location of his strike was very special-the stomach nerve!
The member of the secret society only felt that his stomach was twisted by the punch, and a sour liquid rushed straight to his mouth along the throat. Before he knew what was going on, he felt an unstoppable impulse violently rise from the bottom of his stomach pouch, bent down involuntarily, and began to vomit desperately.
Lin Rui pushed him as a shelter in front of him. Crazy Horse's light machine gun also fired violently at this time, and the entire combat control room was chaotic.
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