In order to ensure the secrecy of the mission, the helicopter was ten kilometers away from the town of Nettingale, which meant that it was necessary to reach it on foot or on a rapid march.

Then fly low into Kinshasa and snipe the target.

The reason why a special mission can be called a classic is because it does its best to embarrass the combatants from any angle, and if it succeeds, it will be famous for eternity, and if it fails, it will be left behind for thousands of years, and it is a negative teaching material.

It's like someone saying that competitive sports don't win or lose, they only care about participation, so what a fart game? Let's rub mahjong, don't you just go to the restaurant?

Special missions, only success and failure!

There are only three combat groups carrying out the "Bird Slaughtering Operation", about 15 people, fully armed and well-equipped, and the GAU19 aviation machine gun is installed on the helicopter gunship, and the blue light is emitted, Tang Dao specially bought about seven from Yingjiang's hands, which are used to equip several female deer, this kind of lethal weapon, Tang Dao is reluctant to sell.

3:45 a.m.!

After about an hour and a half of rapid marching, the combat team arrived at its destination, a ten-kilometer oasis in the town of Nettingal, where two hinds were already waiting quietly.

The commander of this mission was the former Arctic Fox deputy captain David. Commander Koster, nicknamed "The Doctor", once served in the Vympel Special Forces as an instructor, and most of his squad came from here, or Group A, all hairy, anti-beating.

Directing them to get into the helicopter, David took off his mask, walked to the back of the driver's seat, and looked at the pilot, who was a man with a raw face, and shrugged.

"Man, you didn't drink a bar?"

The driver, a middle-aged man with a beard, heard David's words and took his necklace from his clothes with his right hand, a silver cross.

"I am a devout believer, God will guide me to the right direction, and He will bless us."

David pursed his lips and replied casually, "God forbid." With that, he sat back in his seat, rested with his eyes closed, and the others also knew how to regain their strength, and there was silence in the helicopter, only the sound of helicopter propellers.

This silence lasted about forty minutes.

At around 4:40 minutes.

This is the most sleepy time for the human body, because of the electricity in the whole Kinshasa, only a few places can see the lights, and there is definitely no infrastructure for street lights or something, and who still turns on the lights at this point? So much so that the whole city was plunged into darkness.

In order not to startle the snake and plan carefully, when Tang Dao pushed them to the "Gate of God", he had already collected intelligence, as well as studied the nearest route, and tried to resolve the battle within half an hour, with a maximum delay of 45 minutes.

Three helicopters, under the cover of the night sky, flew low at a north-western declination angle.

There were also people who heard the movement at this time, but when they raised their heads, they only saw a "huge bird" flying over, for many Nigo, it was not clear what this thing was, but it was certain to be afraid, and when they returned to the room, they were busy holding their heads and sleeping.

They landed in an open field 300 meters away from the residence, which was originally a factory building, but was blown into ruins during a battle and used to land for rappelling.

David turned on the night vision device, grabbed the rope and slid down, looked around vigilantly, and waited for the team members behind him to come down, waved his hand, and covered the night and headed towards the destination.

……

Knock knock...

The alarm clock on the wall rang five times in a row, Tang Dao sat on the sofa, playing with a walnut in his right hand, he found that this thing was quite brainy, these two stuffy lion heads were given by a partner, and he was also an Asian, begging for a living in Africa, and wanted to come to worship the dock, what was too vulgar to send money, so he loosened two walnuts to play, and the price was not cheap.

Tang Dao likes to plate him when he has nothing to do.

"Any news?" He asked, looking at Mister.

Mister also shook his head with a wry smile, the boss had asked three times in one night, although he looked calm but obviously nervous.

Mobutu's life and death were related to the savior's unraveling plan.

The tributaries of the Zaire River and its tributary, the Ubangi River, include the Sanga River, the Liquala River, etc., and the Kuyilu River flows into the sea alone. The strategic significance is very important, if the sub-base is opened in that place, Central Africa is also under control, and Mobutu's strongman attribute is impossible to agree to the Savior Company to contract those energy resources, then he can only be sent to death.

For the sake of these energy mines, who are behind them?

Bill of South Africa. Clemens, Boston's big families, plutocracy, and even the military!

Tang Dao put it bluntly, he is just a bastard, he can only get about 20% of it, and the rest will be distributed by those interests, these 20% are enough for Tang Dao to eat, and the fighter production line he talks about in the United States, he plans to put it in Zaire, this country is much safer than Somalia, the area is large enough, and most of the countries next to it are also relatively easy to "get along" (easy to bully).

Moreover, he bought a large plot of land in Boston to build a factory.

The Savior's own R&D center and production base will be implemented, and the money will be smashed down to 500 million US dollars, and the follow-up will be smashed.

"Boss, don't worry, I understand David's ability, he can do this task."

"As long as it succeeds, send a message to them in Uganda, and I will tell Basil to keep the Mixed First Division in Somalia, and tonight will be the moment when we will change the history of Africa." Tang Dao was still very excited when he said this.

Mister didn't want to interrupt the boss's excitement, all they could do now was pray, they couldn't watch it remotely, but they heard that the company was experimenting, and when the time came, they might be able to give the front-line combat troops the first advice.

……

The mansion is more relaxed than David imagined!

These Zaireans never imagined that a special team would come to kill them, and the guards at this gate were completely useless, so they rushed directly inside, and finally met resistance inside.

A maid who got up to pee saw it! Just screamed...

When David saw that he was discovered, he ordered him to be frontal.

A shooter who followed David took out an anti-personnel armor-piercing grenade from his pocket, put it into the launcher, raised the angle, pulled the trigger to fire, and hit the corridor of the mansion, directly blowing up the baffle, shattering the glass to the ground, the maid's screams were directly blown off, and the person was gone.

More than a dozen heavily armed elites rushed inside, and there were rooms below where the guards lived, and the machine gunners went in, and there was a burst of strafing fire inside, what was each room for, how many people were usually in the intelligence, and only by doing a good job could something unexpected be prevented.

David led the people straight to the third floor, where Mobutu lived!

Just in time to see Mobutu come out in his pajamas, he raised his hand and a shuttle of bullets passed!