Buck hesitated a little, agreed, now it seems that the militants on the periphery are really gathering a lot, he is a little unsure, this is not the situation of leading the team to raid someone's nest the night before, that is his own absolute initiative, nor yesterday morning's fight in the fish market, the other party is only more than a dozen people, and he is a little surprised by two or three companions, a ratio of one to several, now it seems that hundreds of people and vehicles outside are gathered, obviously to do something, if it weren't for the wild grass in the hiding place with his back against the rusty airport barbed wire, he would really suspect that this is a search and round-up operation for the two of them。

Check the rifle, including the magazine bag on his body, open it, in case of a sudden battle, the hood is also closed, and then the barbed wire fence that has been pried open is lifted, and the two quietly get in, Brolin is not so nervous, maybe he is more excited when he breathes the breath of the airport, carrying a backpack with some dry food and drinking water, carrying the oil drum, bending over behind Buck who is holding a gun, a tool room, Equipment hangars and other buildings have become two people relying on hidden lines, secretly along the periphery of the wild grass that also grows crazy close to the runway, the last section of fifty or sixty meters of open land, watching several gray-green uniformed personnel with guns to the terminal building to run over, Brolin wanted to rush forward impulsively, Buckla stopped him: "Or climb over, you are found like this, in case the plane can't fly, we have almost no way to escape, and yesterday killed so many militants, this time to be caught, it is immediately a dead word, and it must be tortured to death." ”

In this comparison, Brolin was born, and followed Buck to slowly crawl through the dewy morning grass, and occasionally Buck could poke up his upper body to observe the terminal and the tower in the distance, and Brolin looked at the plane with longing: "The tires are still inflated, which means that they are maintained...... There is no rust, the propeller has oil stains, and it can fly...... I can fly!"

Buck slowly set up the rifle, although the rifles from the special operations forces are based on the M4 rifle, but the barrel length is several, because yesterday's hot shootout was very inconvenient in the car, he found a rifle with a very short barrel, and now the accuracy and practicality in the open area are very poor, but I don't know why this rifle has a 4x fast scope, but it is convenient for him to zoom in on the observation point scene: "Okay...... There should be no one on the tower, and I see that there are only one or two people shaking off in the control center, and it seems that they have all gathered at the terminal to guard against the militants outside, and the fuel truck ...... Are you sure you can fly to Malaysia with such a barrel of oil?"

"I'm familiar with all the gas stations around here, and I can find a gas station to refuel as long as I'm away from this damn extremist gathering point, and it doesn't have to be jet fuel...... Can you get on?"

Buck Steady: "Come on...... I'll cover you, move smaller, crawl over slowly, and stand up against the landing gear. ”

Brolin still dared to despise him: "I'm more familiar with the plane than you!" After speaking, he pushed the oil drum to the edge of the grass, and the tall figure jumped up dexterously, to Buck's surprise, he stood up straight and stretched out his hand to pull the wings and nodded very satisfied: "It's well maintained, it may be a coastal patrol plane here......" Then he hid next to the cabin and skillfully found a small mechanism to push open the hatch, leaned over and secretly checked the plane, and the voice was very pleasant: "The fuel is full, it seems to be in a standing state, and it will be able to fly immediately, come!" No matter what, I'll be able to fly it right away, not afraid of being discovered!"

After speaking, he threw the oil drum to the storage position behind the driver's seat with a very excited escape, jumped into one of the two seats, started the propeller unabashedly, and began to swing the fuselage, and loudly beckoned Buck to help him remove the plug in front of the landing gear tire, Buck didn't have the mind to hide at this time, and saw only two people running out of the bungalow on the side of the runway two or three hundred meters away in a panic, waving not a gun but a wrench in their hands, and laughed and jumped up to pull off the trapezoidal plug, feeling that the mini rifle he was holding today was extremely suitable in the narrow cabin, and grabbed the handleAs soon as his ass sat down, the two-seater plane, which had rotated to a certain speed, began to jump and glide on the runway!

In fact, for this kind of small aircraft with a very light weight, it is absolutely impossible for Huaguo to appear in the military, and now it seems that it is a reconnaissance aircraft observation plane of a small country, which can take off and land on roads, lawns and even beaches, and the requirements are very low, Buck can barely drive it, but he is sure that it is a mid-flight flight, and the take-off and landing will definitely not be able to be so familiar with Brolin, the Swede laughed as if he had been free, and the light one was only taxiing for a small distance, and he lit a cigarette and forcibly pulled up the nose of the plane and couldn't wait to fly into the blue sky!

After getting off the plane, it looked quite dull The big Nordic man went to the sky, happily pulled the small plane and flew a figure 8 in the sky, so that Buck hurriedly fastened his seat belt and laughed and scolded, but he saw that there were many vehicles on the other side of the runway rushing towards this side, and quickly looked back, the target seemed to be the militants in the wide parking lot in front of the airport, and these vehicle militants also started their vehicles to meet head-on along the wide highway outside the barbed wire fence of the airport runway, and shouted to Brolin: " It looks like we're lucky, but if we get into the runway late, we might end up in the middle!"

Many militants below were looking up at the small planes that suddenly appeared in the sky, and some even held guns to shoot in the sky, Buck hurriedly beckoned Brolin to fly high, who knew that this cautious guy on the ground was now completely indifferent: "How far can the bullet reach, and gravity! Not afraid of ......" After saying that, he actually lifted the plane in the air and then dived sharply, operated with one hand, pulled the hood on Buck's head, and turned his head to see that Buck outside didn't react to what he was going to do, so he pushed open the cabin door next to the driver's seat, reflexively lifted the oil pot barrel behind him to the door, unscrewed the fuel tank cap and stuffed the hood on the mouth!

Buck vaguely realized what this guy was going to do: "You don't have to be so ruthless, right?!"

Brolin's face was still a little emotional: "These damn Southeast Asian monkeys! Lawson is my best deputy, and he lost his life when he first came here!" After speaking, he took off the cigarette on his mouth and touched the mouth of the oil drum that had been soaked through, and kicked the oil drum out when a flame rose!

The small one-handed plane was already diving down with a rather wild piloting style, and when the militants on both sides were about to approach, it suddenly threw down oil drums that had turned into fireballs in the air!

It's almost an angry prank, that's how Buck sees it, from a battle-hardened guy, it's not lethal, but it's the crackling gunshots around him that make the small plane in the air very dangerous, all he can do is pull the lever on his side as much as he can before Brolin throws something, and the oil drum spills down with a tongue of fire that spreads out, and Brolin is still screaming and swearing by the open cabin door!

Half of his face was about to stand on end, and he was full of foul language in the style of Viking, and people couldn't understand it, and most of his body was leaning out and waving his arms!

This thing really changed completely when he got on the plane, why didn't he find out about this when he flew a passenger plane before?

Poof!

There were two or three fragments in the crackling sound of the propeller, indicating that the light empty shell fuselage was still hit by bullets flying randomly!

Buck yelled at the agitated pilot: "Hurry up!"