"Did you find anything?"

The staff officer who was asked looked back at You Hongjun, and then shook his head. "We searched three times with the infrared detection equipment on the Vulture and found no suspicious persons. Millimeter-wave radar photos are still being processed, and maybe there are underground facilities in the barracks that we don't know about. ”

"Hurry up." Patting the staff officer's shoulder, You Hongjun glanced at the time displayed in the upper right corner of the big screen.

The longer the rescue unit stays in the enemy barracks, the more dangerous it becomes. The fighter planes used to cover the retreat have been hovering in the sky for two hours, and may be detected by Indian AWACS aircraft or ground radars at any time. The rescue team searched the barracks three times, but still did not find Kang.

Is there really an underground facility in the barracks?

You Hongjun let out a sigh. It was almost one o'clock in the morning, and in another fifteen minutes, whether Kang Xiaoting was found or not, the rescue troops had to evacuate.

Since it would take at least three hours for the rescue troops to return to the helicopter rendezvous point from the Khohiyapur barracks, and then another hour to fly back to Pakistan, they had to evacuate by 1.5 a.m., or they would not be able to leave India before the deadline for the final ceasefire.

"Colonel ......"

You Hongjun came back to his senses violently, glanced at the staff officer who was busy, and realized that it was the communications staff officer who called him.

"I just received news that Captain Kang Xiaoting has returned to Pakistan."

"What?" You Hongjun was startled and walked over quickly, "Where did you get the news?" ”

"Pakistani military." The staff officer handed a wireless communicator to You Hongjun. "The Pakistan Army Ground Patrol met Captain Kang. He was on his way back to the camp. ”

You Hongjun pinned the wireless communicator to his ear. A cacophony was heard. "I'm You Hongjun. Declare your identity. ”

"Kang Xiaoting. Captain of the Army. Officer number 9771876. Special number 6522387. ”

"Wait a minute." You Hongjun looked at the staff officer next to him who was in charge of checking his identity.

"The voiceprint matches. The officer number coincides. The special number coincides. "Of the three data. The most important is the special number. Each member of the test unit was given two sets of special numbers. One group said they had freedom of movement and were not coerced. The other group said they had been captured and coerced.

"Captain. Are you out of danger? ”

"Yes, I'm in a Pakistan Army tank and I'll be back at camp in three hours."

"Very well, I will immediately arrange for the escort force." As You Hongjun spoke, he gestured to several staff officers to send air cover. "Captain, don't reveal your whereabouts before you return to camp. When you get back to camp, contact me immediately, understand? ”

"Understood."

After taking off the communicator, You Hongjun let out a sigh.

"Colonel, do you need to bring back the rescue force?"

You Hongjun nodded, and then remembered another task.

At this time, the door of the tactical command center was pushed open, and Pan Yunsheng walked in quickly. "You Hongjun, did you just get in touch with Kang Xiaoting?"

The colonel's staff officer was stunned for a moment, then nodded.

"End the rescue operation immediately, and I want to talk to Xiang Linghui directly." Pan Yunsheng walked straight over.

"Now?"

Pan Yunsheng nodded. "I've already talked to Lao Peng, and I'm in charge of another action."

You Hongjun didn't ask any more questions, handed the communicator to Pan Yunsheng, and asked the communications staff officer to connect to the communication channel of the rescue force.

"Xiang Linghui, I'm Lao Pan."

Hearing this self-title, Xiang Linghui obviously hesitated. "Understood, what's the instructions?"

"Kang Xiaoting has returned to Pakistan safely, but you cannot leave the Indian barracks yet, and there is a more important task that must be completed immediately."

"Understood, I'm listening."

……

When Pan Yunsheng was talking to Xiang Linghui, a technical staff officer walked over.

Seeing the processed radar photos sent by the technical staff officer, You Hongjun understood the reason why Pan Yunsheng asked the rescue troops to stay.

"It doesn't matter if you don't have a special bomb, do you have a Demoman? Very well, I'll send you the technical information right away. ”

Thousands of kilometers away, Lu Chengwen took out the individual computer he carried with him.

Five minutes later, a set of technical documents was sent to Lu Chengwen's computer via a military communications satellite.

"Directional blasting device." With just one glance, Lu Chengwen understood. "The explosion is 0.5 meters high, and it can be modified with the armor-piercing warhead of an RPG rocket, and it can be completed in ten minutes."

"Let Su Ming be responsible, he has performed similar tasks before." Xiang Linghui didn't think much about it.

Lu Chengwen nodded and called Su Mingjin and the two team members over.

Because this was originally an Indian military camp, and the US special forces used the standard weapons and equipment of the Indian army, it was not difficult to find a few RPG rockets.

"Xiang Linghui, have you received the message?"

"Received, the blasting device is being assembled." Xiang Linghui nodded at Lu Chengwen and walked towards the truck carrying special equipment.

"You have to be careful, the explosive power of the accelerator is equivalent to 50 tons of TNT, and the absolute radius of destruction is 250 meters, and the radius of damage is more than 500 meters. You must set up timed detonators, and hide the accelerators before retreating, and no one can dismantle them. ”

"It can be detonated remotely." Lu Chengwen replied for Xiang Linghui.

"You ......"

"I'm Major Lu Chengwen."

"You can use the remote control method, but you have to prevent interference, and you have to make sure that no one dismantles you after you leave."

"We have the means to do both."

"That's good. You can use the chaos caused by the explosion of the accelerator to evacuate, and we will no longer provide air support if it is not necessary. ”

"No problem, we can retreat on our own." Xiang Linghui immediately replied. The war was coming to an end, and if another fighter plane was shot down, they would have to return to India.

"Four hours later, we contacted again."

"Yes!"

After ending the call, Xiang Linghui let out a sigh.

"You lead the large army to withdraw first, and I will break off with Su Ming." Lu Chengwen had already thought about his tactics, "Also, is that US special forces commander going to take it away?" ”

"Definitely going to take it back." Xiang Linghui frowned slightly, "They didn't come for us, but for the accelerator." The MIA was definitely going to interrogate him and find out who they were serving. ”

Lu Chengwen nodded. "Then you leave five minutes early, and I'll blow up the accelerator."

"Be careful all the way, I'll be waiting for you at the helicopter rendezvous."

Five minutes later, Xiang Linghui left the barracks with more than a dozen team members, as well as Major Beckett, who was knocked unconscious.

Lu Chengwen personally installed the simple directional blasting device on the electric turbine accelerator, installed the remote control detonation**, and then took Su Mingjin to slip out of the breach in the barbed wire fence behind the barracks.

At this time, a convoy of five off-road vehicles came to the gate of the Khosiyapur barracks.

The sentry checked the pass that Logan handed out, looked at the four Americans in the car, and then stepped aside to let the two soldiers move the barricade.

Logan stepped on the gas pedal to the bottom, and "Cherokee" roared into the barracks.

In order to get a pass, Logan delayed for an hour in New Delhi. Along the way, the team moved as fast as they could, just to recover the lost time.

To complete the mission, Logan brought nineteen "good hands".

Like Logan, they served four to six years in the U.S. Special Forces before becoming mercenaries and fighting around the world. Unlike Logan, they are completely devoted to money.

Seeing the iron gate in front of him, Logan slowed down and pulled out his pistol with a muffler.

The mercenary next to him also pulled out his pistol and pulled out a forged U.S. government document.

Logan is well aware of Beckett's abilities, and they used to be partners in the same game. Eight years ago, while the two were on a secret mission in Iraq, they were surrounded by enemies, and Beckett escaped, but Logan never returned to the army. Since then, Logan has become a mercenary. Four years ago, Logan met Miles, who had just been elected to the U.S. Senate, and began to work for him.

For eight years, Logan has never forgotten the incident eight years ago, let alone forgiven Beckett who betrayed him.

"Cherokee" stopped, and Logan turned on the pistol safety and pushed the car door open. The thought of killing Beckett with his own hands made him feel very excited. The grievances of eight years ago are finally about to be completely resolved.

Nineteen mercenaries also got out of the car one after another.

Each carried a pistol with a muffler, and ten others with submachine guns with mufflers.

Logan didn't want to be brutal, after all, this is India, and there are thousands of Indian soldiers outside.

The camp was quiet and breathtakingly quiet.

Could it be that Beckett had already received the news and set up an ambush circle?

Logan glanced at the truck with the door open, and motioned for the three mercenaries next to him to follow him, while the others scattered to search.

As he walked to the side of the truck, Logan stopped.

The keen instincts of a professional soldier made him sense danger, and he stopped, glancing around. More than a dozen mercenaries occupied the most advantageous positions, and even if they fought head-on with more than a dozen special forces led by Beckett, they would not necessarily be defeated.

Logan drew his pistol and motioned to the two mercenaries behind him to keep an eye on the barracks gate behind the truck.

It wasn't until the other mercenary circled around the left side of the truck that Logan restarted his steps and cautiously walked towards the back of the truck.

In the barracks, the only suspicious thing is this container truck whose engine has not yet been turned off.

Could it be that Beckett is hiding in the truck?

Logan smiled coldly, the thin iron plate of the cargo box couldn't even stop the pistol bullets, and hiding in it was waiting for death.

After asking the mercenary standing opposite to illuminate the crate with a flashlight, Logan quickly glanced inside the crate, then shrank back.

There was no one inside, only one piece of goods.

No, I think I've seen it somewhere.

Logan was shocked that the cargo was the electric turbocharger in the photo provided by Palmer. It's just not exactly the same, it seems to have an extra part.

After a moment's hesitation, Logan glanced inside the crate again.

He didn't see an electric turbo, but an orange-red flame and a blue glow that followed.

In an instant, the mountain shook, and the pale blue fireball engulfed the corpses of twenty mercenaries, including Logan, and more than a dozen American special forces. The shock wave, engulfed in dust and car parts, quickly swept through the entire Hoshiyapur military camp, claiming the lives of thousands of Indian soldiers.

As the fireball faded, the two figures disappeared behind the hillside to the west.

Damn it*

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