A military airfield in Hamburg, Germany.

The icy rain washed the runway, the rain constantly changed direction in the cold wind, and the runway used for aircraft take-off and landing at the airport was washed clean by the rain.

On the runway, the blue-green ground approach lights lead to the distance, if you stand on the runway and look into the distance, the row of ground approach lights seems to guide a road to the sky, connecting with the clouds in the distant sky.

On the apron, twenty-five KSK non-staff members stood straight with weapons in their hands. They were all dressed in German spotted jungle camouflage combat uniforms with no indication on them, their mouths and noses covered with camouflage masks, and their eyes behind their tactical glasses flashed with cold murderous intent.

According to the information obtained before, it was a six-member special operations team that came to take action against Angelykov this time; And these KSK non-staff personnel received an order to kill them directly after the special operations team got off the plane, leaving no one alive.

An Il-76MD transport aircraft, with flashing red anti-collision lights above and below the fuselage, landed on the runway, escorted by two Typhoon fighters.

Squeak!

The landing gear tires of the aircraft fall on the runway, making a screeching grinding sound, and after the cushioning of the shock absorber struts of the landing gear counteracts the impact force of the aircraft landing, it decelerates along the runway. The green smoke from the friction between the tires and the ground was quickly blown away by the wind.

When the Il-76MD came to a complete stop and the tail hatch slowly opened, the eyes of the twenty-five KSK supernumeraries standing on the apron narrowed in unison, and the weapons in their hands were also opened and raised at an angle.

As soon as the hatch was fully opened, and the special forces in the transport plane appeared in front of them, they did not hesitate to shoot.

The tail hatch of the Il-76MD was completely lowered, and the special forces in the cabin began to disembark; However, to the surprise of those KSK non-staff personnel outside, there were not only six special forces who walked down from the plane, but two neat rows, and there were also two leading officers, one was Zhu Zhiyang, and the other was Colonel Vlamir of the Russian Special Operations Command.

The reality is completely different from what is mentioned in the intelligence!

"The operation is aborted, the operation is aborted!"

Just as these KSK supernumeracy personnel were hesitating to make a move, an order came from their headsets to stop the operation.

In a jeep in the distance, Herman, deputy captain of the KSK supernumerary unit, looked at Zhu Zhiyang and Vlamir, who stepped down from the plane, and immediately gave the order to suspend the operation.

In the event of a serious discrepancy between the actual situation and the intelligence during a combat operation, the wisest decision is to suspend the operation.

Herman was sure that if he did not stop the operation, once his side fired, the next minute, the Russian Air Force would drop the bomb on his head, because when Vlamir stepped off the plane, he was holding a satellite phone and talking about something.

When he stepped off the plane, Zhu Zhiyang felt the killing from the KSK supernumeracy players on the apron; However, Zhu Zhiyang didn't break it, but praised Luo Hao's guess in his heart, and he was really guessed by this kid.

However, he came prepared this time, not only pulled the first combat readiness team over, but also pulled out Vlamir of the Russian special forces.

After all, if it really does it, it will have to face the wrath of two "big hooligans", which is an unbearable price.

Now that Bougier's conspiracy has been aborted, it is his turn to negotiate terms with the German side.

……

Northern Germany, Anjirekov estate.

Wesley put the camouflage raincoat on, hung the M4A1 automatic rifle over the raincoat, and hurried in the direction of the power distribution room.

Wesley kept his head down, and walked along the path with his normal pace, he did not dare to walk too hastily, for fear of arousing suspicion; After all, in addition to the militants on patrol, there are surveillance probes in the estate.

Any suspicious behavior will create the possibility of Wesley being exposed.

When Wesley was still two or three hundred meters away from the power distribution room, he was greeted by a group of militants who were patrolling and approaching him. Wesley glanced at the group of militants, there were five of them, all of them were M16 automatic rifle configurations, and Wesley was not absolutely sure that he could kill all five of them before they could react. So, Wesley wisely chose not to move.

Wesley lowered his cap to cover half of his face; With the M4A1 automatic rifle still hanging from his left hand and the Mk23 pistol quietly reaching out to his right leg in the quick holster, Wesley had to make sure he had the initiative at the first opportunity if the militants on the opposite side made any move.

The five patrolling militants passed by Wesley, and as they passed by Wesley, the lead militant looked at Wesley for a moment, then looked away, not doubting Wesley's identity.

After learning that there would be special forces to take action against the manor, in addition to sending all the remaining "Blood Skull" guards out, Angelykov also increased the number of militants in the manor, so in the past two days, the militants in the manor have added a lot of unfamiliar faces, and the leading militant saw that Wesley's weapons were different from his own, and he only regarded him as his "own person" who was responsible for supporting the manor guards, and did not arouse any suspicion.

The manor's power distribution room is a separate house, fifty meters long in front and back, and ten meters wide on the left and right, with two militants standing at the door.

When he was still about fifty meters away from the distribution room, Wesley pretended to tie his shoes, scanned the surroundings of the distribution room, and made sure that there were no other militants nearby except for the two militants standing in front of the manor's distribution room, and then got up and walked in the direction of the distribution room again.

"Stop!"

As Wesley approached the power distribution room, he was stopped by the two militants at the door of the power distribution room, "It's not time for the changing of the guard yet, what are you doing here?" ”

"I'm going to take you to coffee."

Wesley's eyes flickered with a cold light, and he brushed his right hand over the leg holster, held the Mk23 pistol in his hand, and fired one shot at each of the two militants standing at the door of the power distribution room.

Burst! Burst!

After two muffled sounds, the two militants collapsed to the ground.

Poof! Poof!

Wesley put away his pistol, looked at the corpse lying on the ground, and said coldly, "It's coffee with Jesus." ”