From the Coronado Peninsula to San Diego is a long bridge across the sea.

The waves were swept up by the wind and splashed on the bridge deck, and the height of the waves visible to the naked eye had reached ten meters, which was an exaggerated height, and there was also a tornado, and the sea water was pumped into the sky and carried away by the stronger winds.

Extremely abnormal weather!

Not to mention the West Coast, where hurricanes are rare, even Florida, which is hit by hurricanes more than a dozen times a year.

In such weather, it is simply not possible to think about transporting fighters by helicopter.

The Coronado base is home to ten Sikorsky Super Stallion helicopters MH-53J, which are specifically designed to carry out low-altitude, long-range, all-weather assault missions, mainly to provide mobile and logistical support for special forces infiltration operations.

This is considered the most technologically advanced helicopter in the world, each of which can carry up to 50 people, transport a large amount of equipment, and can fly 900 kilometers if it only carries 10 tons.

Corona has more than 100 SEALs in order to be able to quickly deploy more than 100 SEAL members from the entire base to the mission location at any time.

This model had an excellent performance at the Desert Storm Military Fair, and was also known as the "Hurricane Maker" because of its horsepower, but it could not take off in the face of the furious power of Hurricane Wild Dog.

Within a minute of receiving the mission order, the two super stallions were dragged to the open field by the cart, and the first twenty fighters also boarded the plane at the same time.

The rotors swerved, the two engines roared, and the Super Stallions took to the air, and then another minute later, they crawled out of the plane in a state of embarrassment.

When the two Super Stallions swayed in the wind with an uneasy rhythm, and finally forced their way down and fell to the grass like Angry Birds, the SEAL commanders were already angry and called the police: Hey, White House? There is a scam company called Sikorsky, and they have a problem with the quality of their products! Obviously producing coffins and selling them disguised as helicopters, defrauding the country of a lot of money! Catch them all, and someone in the Pentagon must have taken kickbacks!

No way, in this weather, it is still reliable to drive, fortunately, there are a lot of Hummers in the base, and it is better to slow down the gas pedal than to fall into the sea. Now this super stallion looks like a steel coffin no matter how it looks.

When the first convoy of seals crossed the long bridge and drove around San Diego towards Los Angeles, the hurricane had already exceeded force 9 by the time it made landfall, and the wind force had reached level 10 or higher in an instant, and almost all the cars were moving away from the city at this time.

Military Humvees cut the wind on the highway, and the heavy bulletproof hulls make the impact of the wind seem less great.

There was a blood-pumping song looping in the car, the phoenix.

The SEALs of Coronado are all on their way.

They shook slightly with the car, listening to the song while silently checking their equipment in the car.

In addition to the saber tactical lamp and military watch, there were also guns and ammunition, and four people were seated in each car, in groups, but they could be divided into two groups at any time.

As a global special operations team, the Navy SEALs were established with racial proportions in mind, including a small number of Asians, and Coronado is no exception.

According to a special directive, this time, all Asians were assigned secondary auxiliary tasks, such as driving.

Mike. Bai, the only Chinese in the group, is a native of San Francisco and has been with the seals for two years.

He now belongs to Group M with Grant, Hayes, and Rocky, numbered M1, M2, M3, M4, he is M4, responsible for driving, and the other three are responsible for driving, and the team leader is Grant number M1, a former Texas cowboy, who joined the seals not only because of excitement, but also because he wanted to make money quickly to buy a ranch.

M2 Hayes is African-American and lives in New Orleans, while M3 Lodge is Latino and lives in Portland.

There were four people in a car, four people of one race, and all the commandos were dark after a long training session.

While humming a song while driving, Macbeth's mind was also thinking about a question: what kind of big event would be worthy of an operation of this magnitude?

Especially in Los Angeles!

Sending SEALs fully armed into the field is not a gas leak, or a rescue effort, but most likely a terrorist act. In a city like Los Angeles, it is too easy to be targeted, there are many landmarks, there are many rich people and stars, and it is a big deal to be a madman.

Thinking of this, he wanted to take out his phone and go online to check what was going on, but he was driving.

"Hasn't the mission been announced yet?" He asked.

Grant sat beside him, his fingers tapping lightly on the pane to the rhythm of the song, looking at the distant woods blown into wheat waves by the strong wind, and recalling a rock concert he had been to, and the scene was so similar.

The huge loudspeakers let out a roar like a furious sound wave swept through the venue, and everyone raised their hands and swayed to their heart's content.

Now there is a song playing in the car, this song is also passionate and exciting, what a war song!

Music that is enough to make people forget about life!

Hearing Macbeth's question, he was interrupted and answered coldly: "No." ”

"Maybe some big guy was kidnapped." Rocky followed up.

"It could also be that we found a big guy hiding in Los Angeles, let's kill him directly!" Hayes laughed lightly and made an aiming motion, his mouth bursting with a rhythmic puff of muffler gunshots.

"Don't guess, there will definitely be an announcement." Grant interrupted the conversation stiffly, and he received instructions from the headset not to discuss.

"Head, aren't you curious, this operation is also a mobile phone." Hayes had a black phone in his big hand, but they weren't even allowed to turn it on without a command.

"And... This song... When are we going to give the mission back to the unified soundtrack? Rocky asked.

Grant didn't answer, his phone was in his pocket.

Of course he was curious, the task assembly came so suddenly, even if it was these elite soldiers, a trace of apprehension could not help but rise in their hearts, it was rare to have such a large-scale operation, normally a base always had to put some manpower, but this time, it was almost poured out.

Grant's military rank is captain, he has been with the SEAL for four years, and every major operation is dangerous, and maybe this time many people will die in the operation, but I don't know which one it will be.

In most cars, except for the singing and the roar of the engine, no one spoke, but only exchanged glances, at most gestures.

The singing stopped suddenly, and the voice of the mission commander, Colonel Driel, sounded in the headphones at the same time: "I'm Colonel Driel, authorized to give a mission briefing!" Except for the driver, the rest of you turn on your phone and use your fingerprint to verify your entry. Enter your personal code. ”