I love you, I won't kill you

"Mongoose 1, this is Viper 1, end." Captain Jon Grove, wearing a flight helmet, observed the ground situation through the wide goggles, and called the scouts who were moving fast on the ground. squad.

"Mongoose No. 1 received, how is the current fighting situation, end."

"Uh, the black smoke from the burning car is blocking my view. I'm not sure if those two Americans are still alive. Over."

Jon pushed the helicopter's control column forward, driving the "Super Cobra" attack helicopter towards the ground target.Amanda, who was sitting in the front cockpit, said through the intercom, "Captain, it's 10 o'clock, have you seen it?"

"Yes, I saw it." Jon tilted his head and glanced at the two civilians who were stubbornly resisting on the ground.

The sound of the huge helicopter engine alarmed the armed personnel of the two factions who were still fighting fiercely.Brandon suddenly realized that a Taliban seemed to be saying something to another guy next to him.

"Ethan, wake up, our reinforcements have arrived." Turning around, he called to Ethan who was lying on the ground.

"Oh, I know." Ethan said reluctantly.

In the firefight a few minutes ago, the injury to his left arm would not have knocked him unconscious.But in the next retreat, Ethan was unfortunately shot in the thigh by the Taliban again.Although the two wounds were bandaged under Brandon's help and cover, he eventually fell into a coma due to excessive blood loss.

"What are those two bastards doing? Damn, want to shoot down the helicopter?" Brandon guessed the enemy's mind, picked up the carbine and prepared to cover the air support force that had just arrived.

"Captain, at 2 o'clock, RPG!" While Amanda was speaking, she had seen a Taliban on the ground firing an anti-tank rocket at their helicopter.

"Understood!" Jon replied calmly, manipulating the helicopter to fly upward immediately.Then, he and Amanda watched helplessly as an RPG rocket with a long smoke tail quickly flew from under the belly of his helicopter to the other side.

"Snake 2, the wounded are handed over to you. Let's deal with the RPG, it's over." Jon glanced at the UH-1Y helicopter that was flying at almost the same speed as himself in the air.

"Understood, Viper 1. Hey, Jon, you really don't need our help?" The UH-1Y helicopter pilot said a joke easily.

"No." Jon was a little depressed.He couldn't figure out why the UH-1Y was just an upgraded version of the "Huey" light transport helicopter, why its air strike capability could be comparable to that of his own "Super Cobra".

"Captain, has the target been confirmed?" Amanda asked.

"Yes, the attack can begin." Jon said calmly.

Just like playing a Microsoft XBOX game, when Amanda lightly pressed the launch button on the left side of the control stick, a "Hellfire" missile suddenly flew out from under the left wing of the fuselage, aiming at the target with precision and accuracy. The locked target flew away.

With a sound of "boom...", the missile exploded at the feet of several Taliban elements without any mistakes.

"Yeah, good job, Marines!" Brandon exclaimed excitedly, firing at the remaining Taliban elements.

"Sir, are you okay?" A heavily armed marine rushed to Brandon's side and knelt down on one leg and said.

"I'm fine. Hurry up, my staff needs to be taken to the hospital immediately." Brandon patted the Marine on the shoulder and whispered in his ear.

"No problem." The marines waved to the UH-1Y helicopter in the airspace near their heads.

At this time, the few remaining Taliban already knew that their own firepower was no match for the "Super Cobra", so they retreated hastily towards the area behind the hills while shooting.

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After some understanding and inquiry, Brandon was surprised to find that Amanda had participated in the military operation two days ago.Originally, the purpose of the Bastion camp was to investigate whether there were any incidents of indiscriminate killing of innocent people among the company's employees.

After all, the shooting and killing of local civilians in Iraq and Afghanistan by a security consulting company affiliated to the "Blackwater" group almost ruined the reputation of all American security companies stationed there.

If the incident really develops as Brandon expects, President Karzai of Afghanistan will definitely issue a decree next year, prohibiting all security companies from Western countries from operating in Afghanistan.

Now, he found a good reason to talk carefully with his stepmother's daughter Amanda, even though she was only a lieutenant officer in the air wing and an attack helicopter co-pilot.Compared with the retired professional sergeants of the "Seal Commando" or the senior instructors of the "Delta" special forces recruited by the company, there is still a certain gap between such qualifications.

"Hello, Sergeant." Brandon smiled and greeted a helicopter maintenance staff of the 367th Squadron.

"Hey, handsome guy, what's the matter?" said the female sergeant with a bun on the back of her head and wearing a desert combat uniform.

"Uh, I want to inquire about a girl who is a pilot in your squadron."

"Oh... came to Afghanistan from the United States specifically to visit your girlfriend?"

"No, you misunderstood. It's just... I wanted to thank her in person, for saving me that day outside camp."

"Hmm, I know about the operation two days ago. Well, the man you're looking for is there."

Brandon followed the female sergeant's gesture to look over, but he saw a marine wearing a helmet and a gas mask, a combat uniform and a tactical vest, and carrying a carbine running outside the tarmac.

"Sergeant, are you serious?" Brandon was very skeptical, and the maintenance staff in front of him was joking.

"Of course. If you don't believe me, you can run a couple of laps with her." The female sergeant turned and left.

"Is this impossible?" Brandon looked suspiciously at the back of the female sergeant, and walked towards Amanda hesitantly.

"Huh...huh...huh..." Amanda panted as she ran through the gas mask.When she passed where Brandon was standing, those eyes hidden behind the mask kept watching the man, "How could a civilian come to the squadron's tarmac?"

The brain was thinking, but the feet did not intend to stop at all, and Amanda continued to run forward without turning her head.But after only three seconds, she stopped on the concrete road.

Turning to look at the man, taking off the helmet and gas mask as he walked, sweating profusely and asking Brandon, "Hey, who are you? Why did you come to this place?" While speaking, she was flashing back Looking at this familiar face.

"God, it's really her." Brandon thought about it, and replied with a smile on his face, "Well, as the main person in charge of TPOL, I think it's necessary for me to check the working and living conditions of the company's employees. "

Holding the helmet and mask, Amanda frowned and said, "TPOL? Polaris? The U.S. Navy's submarine-launched ballistic missile?"

Brandon shook his head and smiled, "No, it's protecting life."

"Well, I see, you are the boss of the security personnel in this camp."

"That's right. Excuse me, are you Lieutenant Amanda McLaren?"

"Yes, I am. Are you...Brandon Balfour?"

"Nice to meet you, I'm Brandon. Well, have we met?" Brandon said intentionally.He knew that Amanda had been invited by her father and stepmother to Arlington's house as a guest.

"No. It's just...I've seen pictures of you and your sister." Amanda picked up the gas mask and prepared to put it on her face.

"Thank you. Lieutenant, what are you doing?"

"I'm sorry, Mr. Balfour, but I'm going to continue with my running program."

"Okay. Lieutenant, if I have time for lunch, I'd like to speak to you."

Amanda put on her mask and helmet, nodded to Brandon with a carbine, and ran away.Before being deployed to Afghanistan, her mother, Grace, had told her about Brandon and his company.

Now it seems that this businessman with the title of doctor of law from the law school came to the camp to find his purpose, which did not surprise her.However, next she will make the most important choice of her life.

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