crisis management game.

Chapter 27

"Have you memorized the structural layout of the airport building?"

In the wasteland 300 meters outside Ryde Airport, a Toyota wine red MPV car.

Inside the car, a soldier wearing a desert-colored camouflage uniform and a black hood asked a question with an authentic American pronunciation, and behind him sat five black soldiers wearing the same military uniform.

"I remember everything clearly!"

Among the five people, four answered in unison.

Only the bald tattooed man wearing a red printed scarf did not respond with everyone, but asked with a hint of madness and greed: "Azalila, Cohen, can the six of us really kill each other in 10 minutes?" This airport?"

His English accent was obviously not as fluent as the others.

"Don't worry, before departure, Brien has already sent me all the data of the airport, including security and force distribution. Unlike Babolai, there is no government army armored vehicle stationed at Ryde Airport. There is only one terminal building. There are two upper and lower floors, and there is a federal police room on the south side of the check-in area on each floor. There are six people on duty, equipped with Xia Guo 56 submachine guns, 82 type grenades and other light firepower, and there are about 20 airport security personnel in total, only equipped with electric batons. , we also arranged internal response."

Before Cohen could finish speaking, the toothless black man in the back seat mocked:

"This group of federal police are all bastards. When they are in danger, they will only make a mess, hahaha."

"That's right, you don't trust us, don't you trust the name of PM Company? Cohen is the trump card in our circle!"

The black man who looked like a mole also grinned in agreement.

Cohen didn't brag, paused, and continued: "We use a 4+1+1 formation to attack, Elias, you are in charge of the first position to attack."

"no problem."

The toothless black man shook the black M870 pump-action shotgun in his hand.

"According to the principle of 'surprise', give priority to solving the six federal guards at the airport, and it is expected to take the first floor in 90 seconds. Theodore, you are responsible for staying on the first floor to do the finishing work, leaving no one behind, and at the same time guarding the outside of the airport."

"Yes."

The thick-lipped black man in the last seat nodded.

"Hank, after breaking into the second floor, you stay in the stands, responsible for guarding the first floor and the atrium of the second floor, and supporting Theodore and us at any time."

"Of course, my Cohn."

The Negro Mole grinned, revealing those bright white dies.

"The rest of the people and I continued to attack. The second floor is our main target. The difficulty of the attack lies in the security inspection room, which is close to the wall on both sides and the passage is narrow. We do not carry high explosives and cannot break through the wall. To reduce the risk, we must Solve several federal police, the whole process is estimated to be 16 minutes, allow 15 minutes for fault tolerance, interrogation of the target, and retreat!"

"Kerry, don't forget to meet us near the fire stairs on the second floor, and then turn northeast to escape. The government helicopter will come from the southwest."

The black driver on the side clenched his fist and lightly hammered his chest twice, expressing that he had already kept this in mind.

Cohen nodded reassuringly. These people were carefully selected by him. They have cooperated in different missions before, at least they know the basics.

As long as the information is correct, nothing will go wrong.

"Finally, I would like to emphasize once again the attention to action:"

"1. Speak more Amharic, and pay attention to cover up tattoos that may reveal your identity;"

"2. There are no survivors on the first floor of the airport;"

"3. The target is Asian, with yellow skin and long black hair. Be sure to find the photos he took;"

"4. Sam wears a wine-red sweater to avoid manslaughter, do you understand?"

This time the car finally responded in unison:
"understand!"

"Government troops will arrive 38 minutes after the start of the attack. We have to reserve 3 minutes to avoid the helicopter detection range, so the time is only 35 minutes. It is estimated that the operation will start in 75 seconds. Now start to check the watch."

As soon as Cohen finished speaking, everyone raised their wrists and set a countdown of 36 minutes and 15 seconds on the electronic watch. At the same time, they took out a red face scarf from their pockets, and put them on their necks. neck.

Ryder International Airport, Concourse Level [-].

"There is the latest development in the killing of the Ammu people. It is reported that the government revealed that the incident is likely to be related to the ethnic conflicts of militants. This has happened in the country in recent years..."

Outside the office, news related to the "Amu attack" is being displayed.

Inside the room, the black female supervisor was secretly laughing. Judging by the anxious look on this Asian man's face, he must be in a hurry to catch a flight, so I just need to wait here for a while, and I'm not afraid that he won't obediently pay for it!
I just don't know if he is from Xia, Dongying, or Korean?

It is best to be from the Xia Kingdom, I heard that they are the richest, hey...

Seeing that the ball-headed man did not respond, the female supervisor had no choice but to speak again: "Sir, sir? Please cooperate and open your back..."

Just as she was reminding again, the man with the ball head shivered suddenly, his back straightened, and his anxious eyes instantly became extremely calm.

Before the female supervisor finished speaking, he opened his backpack first.

Take out your phone.

Take the camera.

Take pictures.

The left and right hands operate together, the movement is fast, there is no redundant movement, and it is as precise as a robot.

Several security personnel were slightly taken aback.

Why does the Asian man in front of him seem to be a different person suddenly, his movements and demeanor are completely different from before, but the female supervisor didn't think much about it, anyway, the camera is already on, so it's easier to say, "Since you..."

bang.

The man with the meatball head took out the memory card of the camera, threw the camera on the table like a trash, and dashed, slipped through the thin gap between the two security blacks, and ran out of the office.

"This... what's the situation?"

The female supervisor had never seen such a passenger before. He knew the camera on the table. It was the famous Leica Q2, which was worth more than 30 birr. It was her two-year salary.
The lobby on the first floor of the airport.

The man with the meatball head stared straight ahead coldly, and walked quickly, out of tune with the noisy surroundings.

Like a prophet, without moving his eyes an inch, he automatically avoided the black passenger who bumped into him from the side, came to the wall, smashed the red fire alarm bell with a casual punch, and continued to move forward without stopping a step.

"Ring Ling Ling..."

All of a sudden, piercing fire alarm bells came from every loudspeaker inside and outside the terminal building, and the sound was loud.

The man with the ball head was not affected at all, and continued to go straight until he bumped into a restaurant trolley with dirty cutlery.

"Ah, sorry passenger, I was in a daze just now, I'm very sorry!"

The black worker pushing the tableware trolley hurriedly lowered his head to apologize, but the other party didn't even look at him, turned around and ran up the airport escalator quickly.

In the hand, suddenly, there was a touch of silver light! !

Badlands 300 meters from the airport.

"60 seconds... Carey, prepare to drive with 20 seconds left..."

"Ring Ling Ling..."

The alarm bell suddenly sounded in the terminal, interrupting Cohen who was giving orders.

"What's the situation, the airport found us?"

"No way? It took only three hours from the time we got the boy's track to making the plan. How could the airport know? Could it be that the Ethiopian National Intelligence Agency intercepted our information in advance?"

The toothless black Elias frowned.

"Allah, then rush over now and kill them all!"

There was a look of madness in the eyes of the bald tattooed black man.

"Don't worry, I'll ask Sam."

Cohen took out a black phone from his pocket, pulled out an antenna, and dialed a number after triple decryption of iris, fingerprint, and password.

After waiting for the connection, "Sam, Cohen, what's the situation at the airport?"

on the other end of the phone.

On the second floor of Ryder Airport, the domestic entrance check-in area.

A young white man in a burgundy sweater, black curly hair, glasses, and a fat man was on the phone.

He first turned around to observe the location of the federal police office and the security personnel, and then said: "I don't know what's going on, the federal police..."

When the word at the end was mentioned, the blond old lady next to him immediately looked up at him.

Sam immediately stopped talking, got up, and walked quietly to the bathroom, "The federal police didn't move, and the security personnel were just maintaining order. It should be a false fire alarm..."

Just as he was having a detailed discussion with Cohen in the bathroom.

Outside the bathroom, a pale yellow figure quietly walked in.

Yellow skin, black and white beard.

Ball head! !

(End of this chapter)