Audro Airport is a small airport located near an Army camp, it has so helicopters and can launch small fixed-wing aircraft, but large military planes cannot take off from there.
However, it's the closest airport to the Special Operations Command, so many Special Operations Forces' planes take off from here.
30 minutes before Colonel Camp headed for Audro Airport, an off-road vehicle drove up to the entrance.
The guard signaled for the vehicle to stop.
The window of the off-road vehicle rolled down.
"Your docunts."
"Here."
The driver passed several papers and two cards.
The guard was puzzled; what he saw was not military officer or soldier identification.
"Look," the driver glanced at the papers. "These are specially approved procedures."
Eventually, the guard took them.
He opened and saw there were two temporary special passes and an ergency mission order issued by AGLAN forces, stating that due to the needs of Ta Region operations, Lieutenant Dominic and Lieutenant Collins were commanded to imdiately take off from Audro Airport in an Mi-171 to execute a mission in the Ta Region.
The guard closely examined the stamp at the bottom of the docunts.
Indeed, it was the seal of AGLAN forces.
Seeing that the guard was hesitating, the driver urged impatiently, "Hurry up, we still have to prepare for takeoff."
While talking, he kept glancing at his watch, displaying an anxious expression.
After the guard verified the photos and nas on the temporary special passes and confird there were no issues, he finally lifted the barrier and saluted.
Dominic returned the salute briefly, stepped on the gas, and the off-road vehicle darted toward the hangar area of the airport.
"Fuck, I was really nervous just now!"
Collins looked back in the direction of the entrance.
"If we were exposed, we'd both be done for."
Dominic said, "Worry about what! You scaredy-cat! The docunts are all real, what's there to worry about?!"
Collins laughed, "I didn't expect that Lieutenant Colonel Freddie really loves his family, actually managing to remotely command his subordinates to provide us with the docunts so quickly."
"Ferrari said that now, with this situation, Camp definitely has to go to Ta, he has nowhere else to go, the presidential palace is currently under great pressure, he initiated this operation on his own and probably offended many within the system, the intelligence we've gathered shows that the Colombian governnt, the military, and intelligence departnts are all quite dissatisfied with this operation, especially with Camp—they're holding a lot of grudges, after all, if there's any credit, it goes to Camp; now that things have gone south, the backlash falls on them..."
"Having Freddie call Camp was to make him uneasy; moreover, with the hunt for the boss reaching a critical mont, Camp would certainly personally station himself in Ta. Only by capturing Morins and the boss quickly would he have a slim chance of survival, otherwise, he's definitely headed for a resignation due to accountability. Now that he knows Freddie's family has been captured, he definitely doesn't trust his own subordinates and will use the fastest speed to fly to the front line to oversee the battle. And the closest airport to their Special Operations Command headquarters is this one..."
As Dominic spoke, he scanned the surroundings.
By then, the off-road vehicle had already arrived at the hangar.
He spotted hangar number 4.
"Here we are."
Dominic parked the car on an unoccupied side of the hangar and then said to King Collins, "Check your gun, get ready for work."
King Collins took out a Glock 17 and deftly attached a silencer.
Dominic also drew the sa pistol and fitted a silencer.
After both n were prepared, they exchanged glances, then hid the guns on their person and got out of the car.
Hangar 4 was brightly lit at the ti.
Because they received a sudden notification that Colonel Camp needed a helicopter to go to the Ta Region, two pilots were called back on short notice, and along with three ground crew mbers, they were inspecting the chanics and fuel levels of an Mi-171.
"Damn it, I was supposed to have a vacation tomorrow, and now they call back in today. Looks like there goes my holiday again."
Pilot A complained to Pilot B.
"What the hell is going on in Ta that they're suddenly pulling so many helicopters?"
"Operation's going badly, that Colonel Freddie..."
At this point, B suddenly felt that it was not appropriate to discuss their superior like this.
After all, Freddie's military rank was higher than theirs, and it could cause trouble if soone overheard them saying bad things about their superior.
So, he gestured to A to step outside.
"Let's go, have a smoke outside the hangar."
The two exchanged knowing smiles and walked out of the hangar together.
As they left the main entrance of the hangar and turned the corner, they were t head-on by two n getting out of an off-road vehicle.
A and B were sowhat suspicious of the two n before them.
That's because they weren't wearing military uniforms, they did have tactical gear, but it was casual without rank insignia or caps.
"Who are you two?"
A took the initiative to inquire.
"Hey!"
Dominic was all smiles, raising his hand in a wave as a greeting.
"You brothers off on a mission this late?"
"You are..." B was also curious, sizing up the two unexpected visitors.
Dominic said, "We're from AGLAN, also called back to go to Ta. You're heading to Ta too, right? With Colonel Camp?"
"That's right, we're to transport Colonel Camp to Ta; are you also going along?" A nodded, sowhat surprised, "You look unfamiliar though, I don't think I've ever seen you guys."
The two pilots were part of the command, but AGLAN's Special Forces unit were under the Special Operations Command, they should at least be familiar faces.
Yet A had no recollection of these two.
But since they knew Colonel Camp was headed to Ta, it seed like they were their own people.
"You haven't seen us before, we're new here."
Dominic caught a glimpse of the cigarette in the other's hand, and took out a pack from his pocket proactively.
"Smoke mine."
He then started handing out cigarettes.
A and B relaxed their guard, and ca over to take the cigarettes.
Just then, Dominic passed a look to Collins.
As the two reached for the cigarettes, Collins quickly drew his Glock 17 and fired it at A's forehead.
Click—
Thud—
Along with a slight shooting sound, there was the noise of a skull fracturing.
A's body lurched and slumped down.
B, splattered with blood, had yet to react when the gun was already pressed against his temple.
Click—
Crack—
It was the crisp sound of breaking bones.
B collapsed all at once, slumping to the ground motionless.
Dominic put away his cigarette pack and said to Collins, "One each, load them into the car, take off their clothes, and then clean up the ground crew inside."
Five minutes later, the bodies were stuffed into the trunk of the off-road vehicle, and the two n changed into the clothes of the pilots.
"You've got blood on you."
King Collins pointed at Dominic's shoulder.
"Fuck! Didn't you know to change your angle when you shoot? Shoot diagonally. You shot straight through the temple, and all that stuff spattered on my shoulder!"
As he spoke, he brushed off the bits of brain matter on his clothes unhappily.
The bloodstains couldn't be wiped off, and that would have to suffice.
Fortunately, most of the blood had spattered to the ground, so there wasn't much on their bodies.
The two n entered the hangar wearing flight suits stained with a few blood spots.
One of the ground crew glanced casually at them at first, then turned away to tidy up tools.
Suddenly, he felt sothing was amiss—the two n seed different.
He turned his head abruptly.
But it was too late.
Click—
Click click—
Click click—
In the hangar, a silenced Glock Pistol fired in succession. After streaks of fire blazed, three ground crew lay dead.
"Move quickly! Then use the tow truck at the gate to pull it to the tarmac!"
Dominic looked around and pointed to the tool shed, "Hide in there! Clean the floor!"
The two began to clumsily drag the bodies, tossing them into the tool shed like sandbags.
After disposing of the bodies, they wiped the blood off the floor with rags.
While the two were busy with the bodies and towing the aircraft, at the main gate of the airport, Colonel Camp's motorcade had already arrived.
After a cursory identity check, the guard let them through.
The convoy drove towards the tarmac in front of Hangar 4.
As the motorcade reached the tarmac, Dominic and King Collins had just managed to pull the Mi-171 onto the tarmac as well.
"Leave two n with , the rest go back."
Upon reaching this spot, Colonel Camp breathed a sigh of relief.
He subconsciously took out his mobile phone to check it.
The phone was switched off.
Now, he needed to "disappear" for a while; after all, everything was in chaos. He could pretend to have been kidnapped too.
As long as he got to Ta and captured Morins as quickly as possible, there was still a slim chance to turn things around, at worst offsetting his mistakes with his achievents.
If he aborted the mission...
Heh, his fate would be grim.
"Get on the plane."
Several people quickly boarded the aircraft, and one of the attendants went to the cockpit to inform Dominic, "The Colonel wants you to take off imdiately for Ta."
"No problem!"
Dominic said, "I'll do the checks, and then we'll take off."
There are fixed procedures before a helicopter takes off, which include checking navigation equipnt, indicators, ARC, or black boxes, and so on.
These were all too familiar to Dominic. He quickly finished all the preparations and began contacting the control tower.
"Requesting takeoff for A31."
"Received. Weather conditions are fine; flight plan has been filed. A31 is cleared for takeoff."
"A31 received."
The propellers of the Mi-171 slowly started spinning, gaining speed, and the helicopter gradually lifted off. In the eyes of Camp's guards on the ground, it slowly ascended into the sky. At forty ters high, the nose dipped slightly, the direction was adjusted slightly, and it flew towards Ta, soon disappearing into the night sky.
Ten minutes later, Colonel Camp sat in the helicopter cabin, fiddling with the powered-off mobile phone in his hand.
The two attendants sitting in the front and back seats stared intently, sitting upright and paying attention to everything around them.
The cockpit door opened, and Collins ca out from inside.
Colonel Camp looked up, his eyes falling on Collins' face.
Under the dim lights, Collins pointed towards the tail of the aircraft with a smile.
"Seems there's an issue with the aft door—the warning light ca on. I'll go take care of it."
He then walked straight towards the rear door.
Camp turned his head to watch Collins move towards the tail of the aircraft, staring for a while before turning back to his phone.
Suddenly, the hand flipping the phone stopped, and he turned his head sharply.
At the sa mont, a muffled sound of gunfire ca from behind.
Click click—
The attendant sitting behind Colonel Camp struck the front seat, slumping against it and collapsing onto the floor.
Colonel Camp saw the pistol in Collins' hand, its black barrel aid straight at him, and instinctively raised his hands to surrender.
Unexpectedly, Collins shifted the muzzle slightly, aiming at the other attendant, who was turning to draw his gun.
Click click—
The attendant took a bullet to the head and lay down.
Collins walked straight towards Colonel Camp.
Camp seed to realize sothing and attempted to maintain composure, "We can talk about whatever it is..."
Collins reached his side and with a flick of his wrist, struck his neck with the butt of the pistol.
Colonel Camp grunted, his head tilted, and he passed out.
Collins wasted no ti, quickly checked the two attendants, took their weapons, confird they were dead, and then returned to Camp's side. He took out two zip ties from his pocket and tied up Camp...
"You done?!"
Dominic, hearing the commotion, poked his head out of the cockpit and asked loudly.
"OK! Piece of cake!"
Collins gestured OK to him.
The Mi-171 started to descend rapidly, disappearing from the military radar, then changed course, flying towards the south.
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