"Nothing matters other than saving people at the mont. That is your primary mission," Ling Qingyu said, standing in the middle of the circle ford by Spirit Fox operators.
"Your secondary objective is to extract a VIP—Carlos' nephew, a relative of the board mber we just t on the island. You can study him on your visor."
Spirit Fox operators nodded and focused on the AR segnts filled with cascading information on their visor screens, resembling sothing out of a sci-fi movie.
None of them were surprised. They had been using such technology since the beginning. From the outside, the cascading screen wasn't visible on the visor, and no one would realize the operators were sifting through information while listening to Ling Qingyu's words.
Furthermore, Athena would provide essential intelligence during the brief window and compile it into the most useful form possible.
anwhile, Mo Yunxi, Yin Jingfei, and the flight attendants could only give them space, lost in deep thought as they listened to Ling Qingyu's speech.
Everything seed slow, and so might complain why Spirit Fox hadn't acted yet. In reality, Ling Qingyu was already speaking rapidly, and this brief ti was ant for preparation—equipping gear and weapons.
Plus, ntally readying was another technique like warm-ups in exercise. Sending her troops directly into combat wasn't problematic but wouldn't be as efficient as their potential dictated.
Not much ti had passed since the first explosion. Just as Ling Qingyu was about to send Spirit Fox out of the aircraft and call her mother-in-law, a loud boom rattled everyone's ears.
The A380's cabin door had been opened, allowing the sound to transmit clearly inside. The acoustic protection ceased to function.
She could even hear the rapid breathing of the flight attendants, as well as a pair of doctor and nurse. Mo Yunxi seed agitated while Yin Jingfei behaved calr.
She had experienced the thrill with Ling Qingyu once and seeing the latter in complete control, the little fear churning in her stomach went out of fire.
Xiao Yue and the operators calmly observed the source of the explosion, just as Ling Qingyu did through the circular window.
Monts later, she saw a rocket heading toward the aircraft. She instinctively braced for impact before realizing the aircraft's defense chanism had intercepted the projectile, detonating it a few ters away from the fuselage.
From the vivid ntal picture ford by Ling Qingyu's logic and Athena's clarification, she imdiately understood that soone was trying to destroy her aircraft.
She was dumbfounded. She had been struggling with how to justify her interference to minimize fallout and avoid attracting disaster.
After all, while rescuing civilians and quelling the terrorist attack seed morally justified, she and her team were bound to beco an eyesore.
However, if soone attacked her directly and delivered a slap, it would be impolite and unreasonable not to reciprocate.
Now, she could officially declare that her troops were acting in self-defense, leaving Country A's secret forces speechless, forced to bla their own troops for initiating the conflict.
From being a re nuisance to rendering the enemy helpless, Ling Qingyu had upgraded her position and secured a glimr of opportunity.
Of course, the artistic comparison was a bit exaggerated, but that was how reality worked.
anwhile, the shockwave from the explosion entered through the open threshold, causing minor damage.
The flight attendants scread, and a few slipped. Glassware fell from the furniture and shattered. Curtains flapped violently in the air.
Instantly, Spirit Fox reacted. There was no need for further communication—they had already designated their roles.
Two marksn and a support machine gunner rushed out. The two SCAR MK20 holders pivoted the underside of their rifles' handguards against the tallic rail of the airstair to stabilize their aim, then opened fire.
Their weapons were equipped with suppressors, and the muffled bangs sent puffs of air toward their foes.
At a distance of over 350 ters, their shots landed directly on target.
The pair worked in sync, forcing the entire enemy squad to seek cover and remain hidden.
The machine gunner raced down the staircase and darted to the best cover she could find—a baggage trailer—while her two marksn suppressed the enemy.
Once in position, she disengaged the safety of her FN Evolys—an LMG from the FN family like the SCAR—and unleashed a heavy, rhythmic barrage to reinforce suppression, pinning the enemies down and achieving final fire superiority.
Tat—Tat—Tat—Tat
The FN Evolys made history as it categorized itself among the Ultralight Machine Guns (UMGs). Configurations were available in both 5.56 and 7.62. Compared to its peers, its perks were its lightweight and compact design.
It boasted a rate of fire of 750 rounds per minute, with an effective range of 800 ters for the 5.56 version and 1,000 ters for the 7.62.
This was the sight that Lin Fan and his temporary comrades witnessed. The terrorists had no choice but to endure the suppressive onslaught, waiting for it to subside.
Machine guns needed cooldowns and reloads. The relentless fire ca at a cost. How long could it last?
Nonetheless, the enemy was destined for disappointnt. They had yet to realize they had poked a hornet's nest.
Inside, Ling Qingyu nodded at the relevant team leaders. She had already briefed them on everything necessary—the rest was up to the professionals.
"Three teams. Team One will follow and sprint to the terminal for rescue and to locate our VIP," the leader ordered, ignoring the roaring background. "Team Two, you will head out, eliminate the imdiate threat, circle around, and clear the periter before making entry. Team Three will serve as a reserve and guard the plane. Are we clear?"
"Clear!" Except for Team Three's whining about missing the chance to rush into a hail of bullets, everyone's minds burned with adrenaline.
"Move!"
"Team One, proceed as planned." The column slid down the stairs and headed toward the terminal. The leader gave Ling Qingyu a nod before following her teammates.
"Team Two, assault!"
Another column ford up, engaging the visible terrorists on the airfield.
"Team Three, provide support for Team Two and establish the periter around the aircraft."
Additional operators took up their assigned positions.
Team One completely ignored the nearest firefight, focusing solely on the terminal. They trusted their allies to handle the threats and cover them.
Besides, their armor's perks and the hidden, mythical talismans—though untested—provided further assurance.
Team Two and Team Three operators, apart from a few who crouched or knelt behind cover near the original machine gunner with professional stances, faced their worst nightmare.
After all, there was very little cover between them and the terrorists. The best options were unused trucks, luggage carriers, or buses. Several of the enemy squad's mbers had already been taken down by Spirit Fox's snipers before they even reached cover.
Fortunately, Spirit Fox had already established initial fire superiority and kept the montum going. The terrorists couldn't even peek out to aim, leaving them no choice but to blindly poke their rifles out and fire indiscriminately.
A better term for their strategy would be accuracy by volu of fire.
The formation remained at risk due to the open field, forcing the operators to kneel or go prone to lower their profiles and reduce the chances of getting hit.
Even blind fire could land a lucky shot. Nobody was willing to gamble their life on that—even if they wouldn't die, it would still hurt!
Still, 300 ters was a huge distance for extre accuracy. Even without the highest competence level, Spirit Fox would win through sheer equipnt superiority.
The operators were slightly elated when they learned their opponents belonged to Country A's special forces.
However, after exchanging fire, their enthusiasm faded. The current battle felt more like beating up stray cats and dogs.
The 'terrorists' lacked scopes to match their accuracy. Even without the equipnt disparity, Spirit Fox doubted they would have fared any better.
Spirit Fox operators recognized their own growth—they had reached an unimaginable level in terms of direct action.
Of course, they weren't arrogant enough to believe they were better than Tier One special forces across all sectors.
But when it ca to assaulting, defending, and close-quarters combat, they were second to none.
"Team Three, cover us while we advance," the Team Three leader barked over the radio, requesting support.
Her team could have assaulted the enemy positions alone by splitting into smaller units—one advancing while the other provided cover—but why complicate things and waste efficiency when there was a better option?
"Roger, Team Two. Covering."
Team Three operators adjusted their formation, peeling off and spreading out to allow more muzzles to rain fire on the terrorists' hidden positions.
"Team Two, move!" the Team Two leader bellowed at her subordinates.
The group sprinted 50 ters before dropping into prone positions and firing at the now-exposed terrorists.
Now, they also received more accurate enemy fire. It couldn't be helped—by this point, the enemies had already set their sights on Spirit Fox's assault from the left.
After all, professionals knew how to resist and defend against flanking maneuvers. Nobody was going to sit and wait to be slaughtered.
From above, Spirit Fox's movent and suppressive fire resembled the wings of a massive bird closing in from both flanks. Their snipers and machine gunners acted as the beak, striking from high ground to soften the enemy positions.
Behind them, Team Three adjusted their tempo, slowing down from their initial aggressive rate of fire. Instead, they settled into a steady rhythm—one or two well-placed rounds per second—to maintain suppression while covering their advancing teammates.
A/N: Alas, these days, I'm seldom in the mood to write, whenever I read the news. It's a natural disaster and yet there is a greedy and disgusting group of people, hampering up the rescue effort. I don't want to be political but it's too absurd!
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