Outside Borispol Airport, several vehicles with the Hawk Sauce NGO signs were parked on the side of the road.

A group of Western journalists were ready to go with their long and short equipment, and together with more than a dozen medical staff named the Red Cross, they were preparing to expose the dark side of Ermao's family, save the weak and tortured, and show their kindness to save the world.

The journalists' manuscripts were written - after the alliance collapsed, the black forces refused to accept Western democracy. A small group of powerful figures raged the place with cruel means, and Borispol in the eastern suburbs of Kiev was the most terrifying nest among them.

The airport is filled with disgusting black market transactions. Arms, drugs, organs, slaves, and profiteers are seriously violating human rights, trampling on freedom and despising Western universal values.

Faced with all kinds of outrageous atrocities, Western society naturally has the right to strait this place.

Anyway, the manuscripts are all combinations of words. No matter how terrifying, disgusting, or attracting attention, they can come to you? Primary school students can write this thing, but it is impossible for readers to come to Borispool to verify it.

Even if the public officials feed the shit, the people still have to eat it.

Little Yangniu Mixue'er is talking to several reporters and discussing how she will take a panoramic picture of "Purgatory on Earth" when the troops sent by Kiev public intellectuals attack the airport.

Western readers will feel very satisfied when they see these. It seems that with their support, the world will be peaceful.

The essence is that in the past few months of the Persian Gulf crisis, the conflict between Eagle and Persia has been eased. In addition to stepping up the blockade, Eagle and Eagle can only admit its bad luck. It turned its attention to Ermao's house.

After General Chevatov suddenly rose up, Michelle, who was originally affiliated with Dod, suffered a heavy blow. She had to change her career and join Cia, and she hung the Ngo sign to commit crimes and make meritorious service.

But no matter how hard Mixue's efforts were, she watched the "Holy Light" move a large amount of military supplies from Ermao's house - the flying Yil-76 was moved away, and more than 30 were sold in poor condition as accessories.

In addition to large aircraft, the "Sacred Light" also went deep into Ermao's aerospace, mechanics, shipbuilding and other cutting-edge fields, and took advantage of the local chaotic situation to make a fortune.

If he is not under control, Ermao will be pulled into a scattered face.

This situation was not curbed until Hawkshe's attention returned.

The native chickens helped block the Bosphorus and prohibited the "Holy Light" cargo ships from entering the Black Sea. The public intellectuals in Kiev were also strengthened and prepared to clear the "Holy Light" stronghold Borispol.

Mixue'er spent a lot of effort and expenses to complete the task. But when all the work arrangements were ready, the rumbling roar of the turbofan engine came from the sky.

"What is that?" People inside and outside the airport asked in their hearts. It was not that they couldn't recognize the Il-76, but they just couldn't figure out that the transport plane of Mao seemed to be landing.

There is a battle at the airport. Thousands of military and police controlled by public officials will be able to win this place soon. Is this transport plane so urgent? It is not too late to get off after the winner is decided!

But it really came down with a majestic momentum.

Want to suffer!

To be sure that Il-76 is going to land forcibly, the woman's intuition is telling Michelle that there will not be too many people who can issue such instructions to forcefully intervene in the current war. This requires extraordinary courage and close interests.

The reporters outside the airport were busy taking photos in the direction of the runway. The camera recorded the scene of the landing gear of the Il-76 passing through the armored vehicle on the road and landing forcibly. Even as the hostile parties, they shouted for the pilot's superb skills.

Immediately afterwards, the transport plane had not stopped yet, and the four turbofans reversed, causing a violent scream. The manic sound waves spread several kilometers around, and everyone's ears were bombarded. Some people felt dizzy and couldn't stand firmly.

Il-76 crashed into the terminal with unrivaled kinetic energy, and the pilot tried hard to slow down to avoid the plane's destruction and death. When everyone's eyes were on this big guy with hundreds of tons, the explosion of a grenade caused even greater panic.

Mixue'er is just a member of NGO. She does not wear weapons. The reporters around her only have camera recorders and other things. For safety, her subordinates are two kilometers away from the terminal, and they can only use a telescope to see the battlefield situation from a distance.

When the explosion of smoke rushed into the sky, Mixue'er immediately called on the radio to the officer who was carrying out the command mission - she shouted for a long time without any response. As for the other low-level officers at the scene, she didn't know at all.

The situation is out of control.

Il-76's forced landing was greatly excited by the black market mercenaries guarding the airport. They were suddenly attacked by public intellectuals half an hour ago, and some people secretly rebelled. This was a situation that would have been a must-have loss.

But now...

The landing transport plane crashed into the terminal's glass curtain wall, and both the body and the building were seriously damaged in the violent impact, but it eventually stopped.

The moment the impact was met, the pilot and co-pilot in the cockpit screamed, nervous to the point where the muscles cramped. But when everything was stable and they were sure that they had survived, the crew members couldn't help but cheer in the same voice, screaming for a drink to celebrate.

Outside the terminal, the magical gem with hazy technique was crushed, and the mottled light and shadow made Zhou Qingfeng wear optical camouflage like a chameleon and blend into the surrounding environment.

Meow Meow just sneaked into several lonely soldiers outside the terminal and brought the owner an AK-74 and several magazines.

Zhou Qingfeng changed his weapons and instructed the little fairies to spread around, to find those guys who looked like grassroots commanders and launch sneak attacks - gently prick the scalp with a fine needle with poison.

This doesn't necessarily die, but it certainly leads to chaos.

"You are responsible for staring at the surroundings and don't let the enemy enter the terminal." Zhou Qingfeng used the cover of hazy techniques to run quickly with the assault rifle and rushed into the terminal within a few seconds.

Marco once signed a contract and entered a 500-meter range. Zhou Qingfeng could clearly sense in the information link that the Slavic man was still alive.

Several fully armed Ermao military police hurriedly came out of the terminal. They wanted to know what was going on outside, but they passed by a pillar and caused a sudden change.

ak-74 named one by one from behind and knocked down the military and police who rushed out one by one. The small-caliber projectiles avoided the heavy bulletproof vests and easily penetrated their heads.

The guns in Zhou Qingfeng's hand were beating slightly, and the sound of gunshots was crisp and brisk. After a few three consecutive shots, there were a few more corpses in the messy terminal building.

Turning around from behind the hiding pillar, the mental power condensed into bundles, and Zhou Qingfeng scanned the chaotic environment again - the terminal is the management center of the entire black market, where hundreds of people are trapped.

Black market merchants are not good at plagiarism, and they resist the Ermao military and police who are attacking strongly. They all have heavy firepower and throw bombs or heavy machine guns at every turn.

Marcos was on the fifth floor of the terminal, and Zhou Qingfeng gradually went up the stairs. As soon as he saw, blood, craters and corpses were everywhere on the ground. Before he could reach the fifth floor, he heard someone shouting with a loudspeaker:

"Marcosh, you're done. We know that the power behind you is the "Holy Light". But now Americans are directly in the process, and the "Holy Light" can't hold on.

You have time to surrender now and hand over the dollars you earned in the black market in the past six months. Don’t force us to blow up your building directly.”

It sounded like the men hired by Marcos were now turning against each other and following the new master. But his voice was only exchanged for a sarcasm. Marcos hid in his reinforced office and refused to surrender.

Zhou Qingfeng sneaked up from downstairs, turned around the corner and saw a dozen Ermao military and police officers holding heavy bulletproof shields to form a barrier. A vicious man with a beard and stubborn stranded standing behind the shield wall.

The volume of the loudspeaker can be heard throughout the terminal. No one expected that in just a moment, the enemy would be touched in from outside.

Zhou Qingfeng looked around the corner, and rushed over with a step speed, instantly flashed behind the evil men, took off a grenade from his guard, pulled the string and threw it out.

"Everyone, I don't agree with you very much. I want to prove it wrong."

The round defensive grenade drew an arc and threw it between the vicious men and the shield wall. The soldier who grabbed the shield turned his head and looked at it. He was shocked and screamed and ran away from his body to escape to the surroundings.
Chapter completed!