Airplanes!

This time, he went to Iraq without taking his own plane.

Instead, he chose to go to Washington, D.C., and then transfer to the Quantiko military base to board a transport helicopter from General Ross and fly to the military base in Iraq.

As for why the tomb of the Egyptian princess was buried in Iraq?

This is an interesting question.

Flying on a federal plane and a military transport plane are two different concepts.

If the satisfaction with the experience of being a federal plane is 100 percent, then the satisfaction of military transport aircraft is less than 10 percent.

Well, here's the 100-point scale.

Even after stepping into the transport plane and taking off, a few soldiers sitting not far away looked at Mark, who was talented in suits and leather shoes, and specially opened a handicap.

Just bet on how long Mark's handsome image can be maintained.

Even the soldiers who went overseas for the third time were not used to the transport plane under their feet, and a guy who was sitting for the first time was going to vomit out his intestines......

But it's a pity!

When the transport plane arrived at the Iraqi military base, Mark walked out of the cabin with a ruddy face and full of energy.

The soldiers behind him were pale and afraid.

When the plane arrived over Iraq, the transport plane was hit by bad weather.

Under the pilot's fierce operation, the plane also appeared in a ten-second weightlessness link.

The soldiers who sat with Mark looked at Mark with a look of horror, and even if the plane flew upside down, he could take root and remain unwavering......

"Welcome, Director Louis!"

"Colonel Sean, long time no see, is my car ready?"

"Of course."

Stepping out of the big belly of the transport plane, Mark took off his sunglasses to reveal a clear gaze, and shook hands with Colonel Sean, who had specially greeted him, with a smile.

Sean Martin, a colonel in the army, is not General Ross's men, but he is also in General Ross's camp.

After a few pleasantries.

Colonel Sean led Mark across the tarmac to a yellow pickup truck parked not far away.

Colonel Sean patted the hood of the pickup truck and said, "I've got you fueled, you're really not going to tell me where your destination is?" ”

"It's a secret, Colonel Sean." Mark replied with a smile on his face.

"The Federal Enforcement Agency doesn't have overseas enforcement powers, and I don't want to go to the Supreme Federal Court for no reason."

"Haha, we are friends, believe me, this time it is really just a private matter, I have gone to the Ministry of Justice to ask for leave."

"I see."

“…… What do you know? ”

Mark's face was covered, could it be that the news that he was going to dig up the tomb of the Egyptian princess was leaked?

Who will it be?

But the next second.

Mark looked at Colonel Sean, whose face was blown dark, and a hint of obscenity appeared with a smile and the two rows of big white teeth, and he suddenly knew that he was completely thinking badly.

All right.

This guy thinks I'm going to meet my old lover when the bird doesn't, gets bombed, and regresses to the fifties.

But......

Mark also showed a tacit smile on his face, and after a few haha, he jumped directly on the pickup truck, started the car, and rode towards the exit of the base.

Misunderstanding is misunderstanding.

Tomb robbing is not a dinner party.

Come secretly, go in quietly, and then move a nest for Princess Ann Marnet, and you'll be done going home.

Merely.

When Mark drove the pickup truck out of the military base, a black man ran directly in front of Colonel Sean and shouted, "Sir, Nick Morton and Fair have been attacked by terrorists. ”

Colonel Sean: "......"

The car roared in the desert, and Mark wanted to sing a song but held back.

Where this bird doesn't, it's all yellow sand as far as the eye can see, and there's only one color in sight.

And that's—

Yellow!

If it weren't for the sight of the city on the telekinetic map, Mark would have thought he would have gotten lost.

Nothing but yellow, or yellow......

Frankly speaking, Mark didn't have any psychological fluctuations about what happened here.

It doesn't matter if he's cold-blooded or cruel.

One word.

The ass decides the head.

The world's great arms dealers are going bankrupt, so they must find a place to clear their stocks.

Besides.

Arms dealers are mostly Republicans.

Mark too.

You can't scold yourself, right, aren't you a traitor?

No matter where it is.

Whether it's a hero or a villain.

Traitor?

There is no room for survival.

Half an hour later.

Just as Mark looked out at the city jutting out of the desert.

Bang!

There was a loud bang in the sky.

Mark grew his mouth and watched as a costly missile sliced through the sky with a whistling sound and landed right into the city.

Bang.

Sparks rose directly into the air along with the dirt and yellow sand.

Maggi.

I knew it wasn't going this way.

Mark cursed in his heart.

This place, at this point in time, if you think about it with a pig brain, you know that the plot line is starting to turn.

Originally, I was thinking of sneaking in and shooting guns, so I didn't want to get in and out.

Now it's all right.

It's a moth again......

Thundered!

Mark looked up at the sky.

The blue sky and white clouds overhead looked very harmonious, but the three gunships that crossed by broke the beauty.

This time, Mark's heart was even more tired.

He planned to finish this matter for three or four years and wait for the big plot to open.

Why do you have an accident?

Obviously, two years and two years and a while of peace and tranquility.

Could it be that something strange got in?

Mark thought to himself.

But the movements in his hands did not stop, and he directly kicked the accelerator and continued to attack in the direction of the city where the battle was about to come to an end.

What else can I do?

There are sneaky things, and hard steel also has hard steel methods.

Isn't it just stealing a coffin?

What's so hard about it?

The ex-girlfriend alliance army is there, can this thing be called a thing?

Wangshan ran a dead horse.

Although the pickup under Mark is not a horse, and the city is not a mountain.

But......

The helicopter had landed, and Mark was slamming the accelerator with the pickup.

Half an hour.

Mark was then on the periphery of the city.

Get out of the car.

Mark directly held his federal ID above his head, and stretched out his hands to signal that the soldiers who looked at the Delta Force on the other side should not rush him.

Although he is not afraid of bullets.

But you have to follow the rules, don't you?

It wasn't until a Delta Force soldier had checked his papers that Mark lowered his hands.

After walking into the cordon.

Ooh.

What a big pit.

But in the middle of the city, which had long been empty, a large crater that looked like a giant mouth of the abyss appeared there.

There were several acquaintances standing near the pit.

Old acquaintance Colonel Tideon Foster.

There was a relationship, Freud's graduate student Jenny.

At this moment!

A lively conversation is underway......