Only the best Marines are allowed to enter FOREC-RECON, AND THE VAST MAJORITY OF FORCE-RECON operations have no follow-up support, which is where FORCE-RECON is so bullish!

Sarah didn't ask Flake about his time at FORCE-RECON, and many of FORCE-RECON's operations were top secret, including some "black work, wet work, and dirty work", which were not recognized by the U.S. government and were basically kept secret indefinitely.

Sarah's father never mentioned his military operations at FORCE-RECON in front of Sarah, and even his own father served in FORCE-RECON, and it was only after his death that Sarah found out.

The helicopter roared toward the container terminal north of San Francisco, and the flashing red crash lights on the helicopter were particularly bright in the night sky.

"Five minutes!"

Sarah and Fleck's ear protectors come out with a hint from the helicopter pilot, telling them that they have five minutes to get to the landing position.

Fryke gestured with his hand to the operatives next to him, and told them that he had five minutes to reach the landing position, and then began to check his weapons and equipment.

Although his weapons and equipment had been inspected before departure, Flake still did one last inspection of his weapons before the operation began.

The gun in your hand is your life!

Flake always remembered what his instructor had said to him during training when he joined the Marine Corps.

"Two minutes!"

Flake temporarily turned off the weapon safety and, after being prompted by the pilot, held out two fingers to the surrounding operatives and gestured to the number "2".

“Go！ Go！ Go！ Go！ ”

The helicopter landed in the open space of the container terminal, and Flake took the lead in jumping out of the helicopter, raising the M4A1 tactical rifle hanging from his body, and turning on the weapon insurance.

Whew——!

A flash of fire burst out of the stacked containers and whistled towards the helicopter that had landed in the clearing.

This flash of fire appeared very suddenly, and no one could respond to the abruptness.

"Rockets!!"

Flake's eyes widened and he shouted hoarsely.

But no sooner had he said than a rocket hit the helicopter behind him.

Boom ——!

The helicopter instantly turned into a fireball, and the fireball that rose from the ground rushed into the air several meters in the air, and the explosion completely drowned out Fryck's shouts, and the heat wave generated by the explosion swept in, knocking Fleck to the ground.

Several members of the action team who had just jumped off the helicopter were directly blown out, hit the container next to them heavily, and fell to the ground.

Flake struggled to his feet and ran towards the two closest operatives.

One of the operatives was impaled through the body by a propeller that had been blown off the helicopter, and the propeller pierced his body and into the container behind him.

The operator's eyes were wide open, and his black combat uniform was soaked with blood, and he was no longer breathing.

The other member of the team next to him was swept away by the blast wave, crashed into the container, and then fell to the ground. There were no visible injuries on the team's body, but the blast wave and violent impact caused severe trauma to his internal organs.

Flake pressed against the other party's carotid artery, his pulse was already very weak and not completely gone.

Flake glared and looked around, trying to find the medical team members who were with him, but by the time Flake was looking for the medical team, the team members in front of him had stopped their heartbeats.

Eventually, Flake was able to find the medical team with him, but the medical team member fell to the ground, his fate unknown, and his first aid kit fell not far from him.

Puff puff! Puff puff! Puff puff! Puff puff!

In the darkness, several bright fires flashed, and the mercenaries hiding in the containers fired at the operatives in the clearing.

The mercenaries brought by Grezak were originally retired soldiers, and after retiring, they were sent to the "Blackwater" company for training, and they were the most elite armed forces around Grezak.

If it weren't for Fallon's orders, Grezak would not have arranged for these mercenaries to ambush the joint operations forces of the DEA and FBI.

Although Flake has retired from FORCE-RECON, he has been a member of FORCE-RECON after all, he has more experience than the other operatives, and he has always maintained his muscle memory of weapons, so that he can face emergencies at any time!

Fleck grabbed the M4A1 tactical rifle on his body, did not aim accurately, raised the gun to the position where the fire flashed just now, and fired three point shots in succession to counterattack.

Puff puff! Puff puff! Puff puff!

Sonorous! Sonorous! Sonorous!

Bullets hit the container, bursting with bright sparks.

Flake lunged at a member of the operative who had been shot and fell to the ground and groaned, grabbed the shoulder strap of the operative's tactical vest, and dragged him into the gap between the two rows of containers to check on his injuries.

The bulletproof plate on the tactical vest had been shattered by bullets, one bullet was stuck in the tactical vest, and the other bullet hit the spleen of the operative in front of him, blood gushing out, already soaking his pants, and his breathing became weaker and weaker.

"Flake, help me, save me!"

The operatives grabbed Fryck's hand and said in an almost pleading tone: "I don't want to die yet, my wife and children are still waiting for me, I don't want to die yet!" ”

Perhaps it was the strength that erupted in the face of death threats, and the force with which the operative grabbed Flake's arm was so strong that Freke felt some pain.

"Listen, I'll save you, I'll save you!"

Flake tried his best to calm the operative and keep him as calm as possible; But Flake knew that the operative in front of him basically had no possibility of treatment.

The helicopter was destroyed, and the injuries on his body were simply not enough to allow him to be taken to the hospital for surgery.

The hand on his arm gradually loosened, and the breathing of the operatives leaning against the container became weaker and weaker.

Flake slowly withdrew his hand and closed his open eyes. Angry, but helpless.

Fighting is always brutal.

At FORCE-RECON, Flake experienced many of these partings. And because of the nature of the mission, those team members who died in the operation were not recognized, and the bodies could not be brought back to China, and their families could only get a fairly generous pension.

In the container distribution yard, the dull sound of point firing continued to sound, and the sound of bullets hitting the container was endless.

"Sarah, report the casualties!"

Flake was informed of the casualties on the radio.