Outside Boryspil airport, several vehicles with Eagle Sauce NGO signboards are parked on the side of the road.

A group of Western reporters with long and short equipment are ready to go, together with more than a dozen medical personnel with the name of the Red Cross, ready to expose the dark side of the Ermao family, save the weak who are suffering and tortured, and show their benevolence to save the world.

The journalists' scripts have been written - after the collapse of the Union, the black forces refused to accept Western democracy. A handful of powerful people are wreaking havoc on the place with brutal means, and Boryspil on the eastern outskirts of Kiev is one of the most terrible nests.

This airport is awash with disgusting black market transactions. Arms, drugs, organs, slaves, profiteers are grossly violating human rights, trampling on freedom, and flouting the universal values of the West.

In the face of all kinds of heinous atrocities, Western society naturally has the right to calm down this place.

Anyway, the manuscript is a combination of words. How scary, how disgusting, how to attract attention? This thing can be written by elementary school students, and it is impossible for readers to come to Boryspil to verify it anyway.

It is known that even if you feed, the people will not have to eat it.

Michelle, a little foreign girl, was talking to several reporters, discussing how to wait for the troops of the Kiev public intelligence faction to attack the airport, and how to take a panoramic picture of 'purgatory on earth'.

Readers in the West will find great satisfaction when they see this. It is as if with their support there is peace in the world.

The essence is that the Persian Gulf crisis has eased the conflict between Eagle Sauce and Persia in the past few months. In addition to tightening the blockade, Eagle Sauce can only admit bad luck. It turned its attention to Ermao's house again.

After the sudden rise of General Chechevatov, Michelle, who was originally part of the DOD, suffered a heavy blow. She had to switch careers to join the CIA, wearing the NGO brand to make meritorious contributions.

But no matter how hard Michelle tried, she watched as the 'Holy Light' moved a large number of armaments and materials from Ermao's house - sixty or seventy Il-76s that could fly were removed, and more than thirty planes that were not in good condition were sold as spare parts.

In addition to large aircraft, 'Shengguang' also went deep into many of the most cutting-edge fields such as aerospace, machinery and chemical industry, shipbuilding and shipbuilding in Ermao's family, and took advantage of the chaotic local situation to make a big profit.

If it is not controlled, Ermao will be bald.

It wasn't until Eagle Sauce's attention returned that the situation was contained.

The Native Chicken helped blockade the Bosphorus Strait and forbade the ships of the Holy Light from entering the Black Sea. The Khunchi in Kiev has also been strengthened and is preparing to clear the stronghold of the 'Holy Light' in Boryspil.

Michelle spent a lot of energy and money in order to complete the task. But just as all the work was arranged, the rumble of the turbofan engine was heard in the sky.

"What's that?" Inside and outside the airport, people are all asking questions. It's not that they can't recognize the Il-76, but they can't figure out that the transport plane seems to be about to land.

There is a battle for the airport, and thousands of military and police controlled by the Gongzhi faction are about to win the battle. Is this transport plane in such a hurry? It's never too late to wait for the winner to come down!

But it really came down with a majestic momentum.

Suffer!

Determining that the IL-76 was going to force its landing, the woman's instinct was telling Michelle that there would not be too many people who could give such an order to forcibly intervene in the current war. It takes extraordinary courage and close interest.

Outside the airport, reporters were busy taking pictures in the direction of the runway, and the cameras recorded the landing gear of the Il-76 grazing the armored vehicle blocking the road and forcing it to land. Even as enemy opponents, they shouted at the virtuosity of the pilots.

Immediately afterward, before the transport plane could stop, the four turbofans reversed, causing a violent scream. The manic sound spread for kilometers around, bombarding everyone's ears. Some people feel dizzy and can't stand on their feet.

The Il-76 crashed into the terminal with unrivalled kinetic energy, and the pilots desperately slowed down to avoid the plane crashing. When everyone's eyes were on this large guy with a load of hundreds of tons, the explosion of a grenade caused even more panic.

Michelle is only a member of the NGO, she is not armed, and the reporters around her only have a camera recorder or something. For safety, her subordinates are two kilometers away from the terminal, and they can only use binoculars to get a rough idea of the battlefield situation from afar.

When the smoke of the explosion rose into the sky, Michelle immediately called the officer who was on command duty on the radio - shouting for a long time without response. As for the other junior officers at the scene, she didn't know them at all.

The situation is out of control.

The forced landing of the IL-76 was a great boost to the black market mercenaries guarding the airport. They had been attacked by the Intellectuals half an hour earlier, and some had secretly defected. This was a lose-lose situation.

Can ...... now

The landed transport plane crashed into the glass curtain wall of the terminal, and both the fuselage and the building suffered severe damage in the violent impact, but it eventually stopped.

At the moment of impact, the pilot and co-pilot in the cockpit screamed, tense to the point of muscle cramps. But when everything was stable and they were sure that they had survived, the crew members couldn't help but cheer in unison, shouting for a drink in celebration.

Outside the terminal, a magical gem with hazy magic was crushed, and the mottled light and shadow made Zhou Qingfeng wear optical camouflage like a chameleon and blend into the surrounding environment.

Meow Meow has just sneaked up on a few lone soldiers outside the terminal, bringing an AK-74 and several magazines to his owner.

Zhou Qingfeng changed his weapons and instructed the goblins to spread out in the surroundings, find those guys who looked like grassroots commanders and carry out a sneak attack - gently pricking the scalp with a poisonous thin needle.

This doesn't necessarily die, but it certainly leads to chaos.

"You guys keep an eye on the perimeter and don't let the enemy into the terminal." With the help of the cover of the hazy technique, Zhou Qingfeng ran quickly with an assault rifle and rushed into the terminal in a few seconds.

Marcos once signed a contract, and when he entered the range of 500 meters, Zhou Qingfeng could clearly sense that this Slavic man was still alive in the information link.

Several heavily armed Ermao military police hurriedly came out of the terminal. They wanted to know what was going on outside, and they could pass by a pillar, and something happened to them.

The AK-74 took a roll call from behind and knocked down the military police who rushed out one by one. The small-caliber projectile avoided the heavy body armor and easily pierced their skull.

The firearm in Zhou Qingfeng's hand was beating slightly, and the sudden sound of gunfire was crisp and sharp. After a few three rounds of fire, there were several more corpses in the wreathed terminal.

Turning around from behind the pillar where he was hiding, his spiritual power condensed into bundles, and Zhou Qingfeng scanned the chaotic environment again - the terminal building was the management center of the entire black market, and hundreds of people were trapped here.

Black market businessmen are not good at stubble, and they are stubborn to the end against the attacking Ermao military police. They all have heavy firepower, and at every turn they throw bombs or fire heavy machine gun fire.

Marcos was on the fifth floor of the terminal, and Zhou Qingfeng went up the stairs step by step. As far as the eye can see, the ground is littered with bloodstains, craters and corpses. Before I reached the fifth floor, I heard someone shouting with a loudspeaker:

"Marcose, you're finished. We know that the forces behind you are the Light. But now the Americans are going straight to the end, and the 'Holy Light' can't hold it.

It's still too late for you to surrender now, hand over the dollars you earned in the black market for half a year, and don't force us to blow up your building directly. ”

It sounds like Marcose's hired men are now following a new master. But his voice was only exchanged for a taunt, and Marcos hid in his fortified office, refusing to surrender.

Zhou Qingfeng sneaked up from downstairs, and when he turned the corner, he saw more than a dozen Ermao military policemen holding heavy bulletproof shields to form a barrier, and behind the shield wall stood a vicious hairy man with a stubble.

The volume of the loudspeaker can be heard throughout the terminal. No one thought that in just a moment's effort, the enemy would come in from outside.

Zhou Qingfeng looked around the corner, rushed over with a step of acceleration, flashed behind the vicious Maozi in an instant, took a grenade from his guard, pulled the string and threw it out.

"Guys, I don't quite agree with you. I'm going to prove it wrong. ”

The round defensive grenade arced and was thrown between the vicious fur and the shield wall. The soldier who grabbed the shield turned his head to look, frightened, and ran for his life screaming.

The flames exploded and boomed......