At 5:00 p.m., at the 5th Air Base on the outskirts of Lahore, the golden setting sun stretched out the behemoth parked on the runway.

SA-321 "Super Frelon" - Super Hornet, developed by the French national aerospace industry, is a three-engine multi-purpose transport helicopter.

10 minutes later!

Xingfeng and his party appeared on the runway, wearing uniforms of different styles without any identification, carrying large backpacks with the logo cut off, and quickly boarded the helicopter parked on the runway.

"Tuk Tuk ......"

As the wings accelerated, the SA-321 quickly moved off the ground, sping due south at a rate of 6.5 seconds per meter.

In the cabin, which can accommodate 24 people, only five people are occupied, and it is empty and looks very deserted.

"A rookie is a rookie, thinking that taking a few more guns can increase the chances of survival? It's ridiculous. ”

Katu wiped the love gun in his hand, the HK-MP5-9mm submachine gun, with a gun cloth, and said to himself in a sarcastic tone, as for the rookie in his mouth, anyone can understand.

The PMC contracted tasks were all temporary teams, and they didn't have a deep relationship with each other, although the other three were a little puzzled by the behavior of the torture style, but because they didn't want to wade into this troubled water, they didn't go to talk.

"Little Man" Sharma gently kissed the photo in his hand, tightened the AK47 in his arms, and began to close his eyes and recuperate.

"The Bearded" Jeff glanced at the torture wind, wiped the wine stains off his beard, pursed his mouth, and continued to drink vogart from his military water bag.

Rusf, who was fiddling with the Daniel Winkler dagger, was still flicking the knife flower, reflecting white light.

Xingfeng didn't pay attention to Kathu, and calmly wiped and adjusted the three automatic rifles in his hand, as well as a "PSR -90" sniper rifle.

The reason why Xingfeng brought so many guns and several bases of ammunition was mainly because of the sense of crisis that emerged in his heart.

I can't say why, I always feel that this operation will not be as smooth as planned, and if you don't make all preparations, it is likely to be the result of never returning.

And these extra guns are just for Zhuang Yan and others!

Seeing that everyone, including Xingfeng, didn't pay attention, Katu stopped being bored and began to debug his own individual combat system.

Since PMCs go out to carry out contracted tasks, employers will only provide guns and ammunition at most, and expensive individual combat equipment can only be bought at their own expense.

As a result, Kathu's pawn system is messy.

The combat vest of the American "Land Warrior", the "AN/PVS-7 night vision goggles" of the Marine Corps "MLCS system", the GPS navigator of the French "FELIN individual soldier system", the tactical helmet without a brand, and so on.

It's a military exposition of all nations!

Although this is a bit miscellaneous, but I have put together a complete set, and for the rest of the "MSRI" team with only a few spare parts, Katu's equipment of hundreds of thousands is completely worthy of being called a local tyrant.

As for Xingfeng, the "poor bastard", he has a pair of self-dyed black Chinese 07-style tactical vests and a "GPS positioning communication device" from the second-hand market.

If you want to get together this set on Kathu, unless you kill a local tyrant like Kathu, it will take several years, to say the least.

After two hours of flying, the sky was completely dark, and the helicopter, which had turned off all the lights, began to climb again, like a ghost in the night.

"Please fasten your seat belts for the people in the cabin, the border line is about to be crossed in front, and in order to avoid radar tracking, the helicopter will enter a silent flight, and the altitude will be raised to 10,000 meters, and the fuselage will not be able to remain stable."

Hearing the reminder from the loudspeaker, Xing Feng and the other four PMCs all stopped what they were doing, neatly inserted the gun into the rucksack, and then clamped the rucksack between their legs, and "tied" themselves tightly to the bulkhead.

The safe altitude of the SA-321 Ultra Hornet is only 6,600 meters, and although the limit altitude can exceed 10,000, the consequence is that the stability of the fuselage is greatly reduced.

As the helicopter continued to climb, Xingfeng could clearly feel that the fuselage was stable from the beginning, gradually to a slight tremor, and finally violently shaking.

"Squeak——, ......"

The fuselage kept swinging left and right, making all kinds of strange noises, and the rucksack sandwiched in the leg also started the "jumping" mode.

If ordinary people saw this scene and thought it was going to crash, they would definitely be scared and call their mother.

But before the group of people in Xingfeng became PMCs, they were the elites of various countries, and they knew that military aircraft were famous for their "durability", and this small problem was not a matter at all.

After flying bumpily for more than half an hour, when Xing Feng and the others' buttocks were about to go numb, there was a sound in the cockpit again.

"Assault No. 1 has been locked by the border radar and must return early, the altitude has dropped to 8000, the rear hatch is opening, the curry eating operation has started early, I wish you all a safe return."

The voice coming from the cockpit was serious, without the slightest hint of joke.

At the same time, the rear hatch began to slowly open, and the airflow in the cabin instantly fell into chaos.

"Damn, it's so easy to be spotted by radar, you guys are a bunch of shit, brothels have better tables than you do." Kathu cursed angrily, and quickly put on his rucksack and umbrella bag against the eye-scraping current.

"May Vwagart and the big ass bless Jeff!" Jeff took a few hard sips of his liquor and began to prepare for the skydive as well.

Sharma, who retired from the "Nepal Gurkha Army", was silent as usual, and after putting on his equipment, he pressed his right hand on his left chest and waited quietly.

In his left breast pocket was a photograph of three women of different ages in addition to him.

Xingfeng carried the most guns and ammunition, more than a hundred catties, so he became the penultimate person to be ready.

As for the penultimate one, he is still playing with knives, very calm, calm like an outsider.

No one knows his specific age, only that he has been on the battlefield for more than 30 years.

30 years, this is a terrifying number, and the veteran oil is not enough to describe it, this is a hardcore "player".

Soon, the hatch opened!

Kathu looked at the GPS in his right hand and shouted: "Hey, guys, listen, this is less than 30 kilometers away from the designated location, after going down, we will go separately and gather at the designated location before 13 o'clock tomorrow." ”

"Understood!"

The task has begun, and between life and death, everyone dare not be careless, and they all give a thumbs up to indicate that they have received.

"God bless!" Kathu closed his eyes in prayer for a moment, then took two quick steps and jumped out of the rear hatch.

As stated in the Murphy Code – there are no atheists on the battlefield!

After Kathu jumped, the rest of the people prayed for the blessing of their "fairy boss", and walked out of the cabin one after another, disappearing into the endless night.