Chapter 739: Terminal building

Outside Boryspil Airport, several vehicles with the eagle sauce ngo sign stopped on the roadside.
A group of Western journalists with their long and short equipment ready to go, together with more than a dozen medical staff under the name of the Red Cross, are preparing to expose the dark side of the Ermao family, rescue the tormented and suffering, and show their kindness and salvation.
The reporters' articles have been written-after the disintegration of the alliance, the black forces refused to accept Western democracy. A small group of powerful figures raged the place with brutal means, and Borispol in the eastern suburbs of Kiev is one of the most terrifying nests.
The airport is full of disgusting black market transactions. Arms, drugs, organs, slaves, profiteers are seriously violating human rights, trampling on freedom, and defying Western universal values.
In the face of all kinds of heinous atrocities, Western society naturally has the right to calm down this place.
Anyway, the manuscripts are all a combination of words. How come it's horrible, how disgusting, how does it catch your eye? Primary school students will write this stuff, anyway, readers can not come to Borispol to verify.
It is known that even if the feces are fed, the people have to eat them.
Little niece Michelle is talking to several reporters to discuss how other well-known troops from Kiev attacked the airport, and how he would shoot a panoramic picture of ‘human purgatory’.
Western readers will be very satisfied to see these. As if they had their support, the world would have peace.
The essence is that in the past few months of the crisis in the Persian Gulf, the conflict between Eagle Sauce and Persia has been eased. In addition to tightening the blockade, Eagle Sauce can only admit bad luck. It turned its attention to the Ermao family again.
After General Chechevatov suddenly popped up, Michelle, who was originally part of Dod, was hit hard. She had to switch to join cia, plagiarize the crime under the ngo brand.
Regardless of how hard Michelle worked, she watched the "Holy Light" move a lot of arms and materials from the Ermao family-the flying Yi-76 was removed from sixty or seventy, and more than thirty were not in state. Best selling as accessories.
In addition to large aircraft, ‘Holy Light’ has also penetrated into the most cutting-edge fields such as the aerospace, mechanical and chemical industries, shipbuilding and shipbuilding of the Ermao family, taking advantage of the chaotic situation in the local area.
If it is not controlled, Ermao will be swollen and bald.
This situation was not curbed until Ying Jiang's attention returned.
Turkeys help block the Bosphorus Strait and prohibit the cargo ship of the Holy Light from entering the Black Sea. The well-known faction in Kiev has also been strengthened and is ready to clear Borispol, the stronghold of the Holy Light.
In order to complete the task, Michelle spent a lot of energy and expense. But when all the work was arranged, the sky came the rumble of the turbofan engine.
"What's that?" People asked all around, inside and outside the airport. They didn't recognize the Il-76, they just couldn't figure out for Mao this transport plane seemed to be landing.
There is a battle at the airport. Thousands of well-known military and police control the place and will soon win. Is this transport plane so urgent? It's not too late to get equal and win again!
But it really came down with majestic momentum.
Suffer!
Determined that Il-76 was forced to land, the woman's intuition told Michelle that there would not be too many people who could give such instructions to forcefully intervene in the current war. This requires extraordinary courage and close interests.
The reporter outside the airport was busy taking pictures in the direction of the runway. The camera recorded the scene of the Il-76's landing gear rubbing the barricade armored vehicle and forcibly landing. Even as an enemy, they yelled for the pilot's superb skills.
Immediately afterwards, the transport plane had not stopped yet, and the four turbofans reversed, bringing a severe scream. The manic sound spread to several kilometers around, and everyone's ears were bombarded. Some people felt dizzy and couldn’t stand.
Il-76 hit the terminal with unmatched kinetic energy, the pilot desperately slowed down to prevent the aircraft from being killed. When everyone's eyes were on the big guy with a load of hundreds of tons, the explosion of a grenade caused more panic.
Michelle is only a member of ngo, she is not wearing a weapon, and the reporters around her only have things like camera recorders. For safety, her men were two kilometers away from the terminal, and they could only use a telescope to see the battlefield.
When the blast of smoke exploded into the sky, Michelle immediately called the officer who was performing the command on the radio-shouting for a long time without responding. As for other low-ranking officers on the scene, she didn't even know.
The situation is out of control.
The forcible landing of Il-76 greatly inspired the black market mercenaries who guarded the airport. They were suddenly attacked by well-known forces half an hour ago, and others secretly rebelled. This was originally a losing situation.
But now...
The landed transport plane crashed into the glass curtain wall of the terminal building. Both the body and the building were severely damaged in the violent impact, but it eventually stopped.
At the moment of the impact, the pilot and co-pilot in the cockpit yelled, and the muscles cramped. But when everything was stable and they were sure they survived, the crew members could not help cheering together, yelling for a drink to celebrate.
Outside the terminal building, the magic gem with haze technique was crushed, and the mottled light and shadow made Zhou Qingfeng wear an optical camouflage like a chameleon and blend into the surrounding environment.
Meow Meow just sneaked up on several soldiers outside the terminal building and brought an ak-74 and several magazines to the owner.
Zhou Qingfeng changed his weapon and instructed the goblins to spread around, to find those who are like grassroots commanders and conduct a sneak attack-gently scalp the scalp with a poisonous fine needle.
This does not necessarily die, but it certainly leads to confusion.
"You are responsible for staring at the surroundings, and don't let the enemy enter the terminal." Zhou Qingfeng used the cover of haze to quickly run with an assault rifle, and rushed into the terminal within a few seconds.
Marcos once signed a contract and entered the range of 500 meters. Zhou Qingfeng could clearly sense in the information link that this Slavic man is still alive.
Several heavily armed Ermao policemen hurried out of the terminal. They want to know what is happening outside, but they can pass by a pillar and make a sudden change.
ak-74 named one by one from the back, knocking down the rushing military police one by one. The small-caliber projectiles avoided the heavy body armor and easily penetrated their brains.
The firearm in Zhou Qingfeng's hand was beating slightly, and the sudden sound of the gun was crisp and neat. After several bursts, there were a few more bodies in the messy terminal.
Turning from behind the hidden column, the spiritual power condensed into a bundle, and Zhou Qingfeng scanned the chaotic environment again-the terminal is the management center of the entire black market, where hundreds of people were trapped.
Black market businessmen are not good culprits, they are stubborn to the end of the strong attack on the two Mao army police. They all have heavy firepower, and if they don't move, they just throw bombs or heavy machine guns.
Marcos was on the fifth floor of the terminal, and Zhou Qingfeng stepped up the stairs. As far as the eye could see, the ground was covered with blood stains, craters and corpses. Before reaching the fifth floor, I heard someone shouting with a big horn:
"Marcos, you are done. We know that the force behind you is ‘Holy Light’. But now the Americans are going directly and the ‘Holy Light’ can’t hold it.
You still have time to surrender now, hand over the dollars earned in the black market for the past six months, and don’t force us to blow up your building. "
It sounds like the shouting was hired by Marcos, and now he is following the new master. But his voice only exchanged a taunt, and Marcos hid in his reinforced office, not surrendering.
Zhou Qingfeng sneaked up from the downstairs and turned around to see more than a dozen ermao military police holding heavy bulletproof shields to form a barrier. Behind the shield wall stood a fierce hairy man with a beard and stubble.
The volume of the large horn can be heard throughout the terminal. No one thought that in this moment of effort, the enemy would come in.
Zhou Qingfeng looked around the corner, a cushion step rushed past, instantly flashed behind the fierce Maozi, took off a grenade from his guard, and dropped it after pulling the string.
"Everyone, I don't quite agree with you. I want to prove it wrong."
The round defensive grenade draws an arc, which is thrown between the fierce Maozi and the shield wall. The soldier grabbing the shield turned his head and looked away, screaming away from the body, yelling and fleeing to the surroundings.
The fire exploded, blasted...