"I don't care about that, Lucan, I want you to find the woman that day, I want (beep ~ silence) her, I want her (beep ~ silence), and finally turn her into my hot weapon!"

"Fuck you, Hastings, we're only responsible for protecting you, but we're not going to die for you, you brain-filled (beep) guy, you deserve to die out there, let the stake be nailed through your heart!"

"Okay, if you don't deal with it, I'll let my subordinates deal with it!"

"Then whatever you want, Lord Hastings, someone has already found out about you for those things you did, and I want to see how you deal with it when the time comes!" Then the Knight Master strode out of the luxurious mansion.

"By car, let's return to the Knights!" Lucan said to the driver.

"Yes, my lord!"

Watching Luncan leave, Hastings said with a gloomy look on his face, "Marcus, ask Bakawi, where is the goods I want!" ”

"Yes, sir!"

"My lord, Mr. Bakawi said that the goods have arrived in the Bering Strait!"

"Very good, as soon as this batch of munitions arrives, the city of London, it will be time to change the owner!"

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"Dididi! Red Squad, please assemble on deck immediately, Red Squad, please assemble on deck immediately! ”

"Alright, boys, let's go!" Price clapped his hands, lit himself a cigar, and took the lead onto the deck.

It was close to midnight and it was raining heavily in the Bering Strait, and the dutiful ground crews wore ponchos, waved glow sticks in the heavy rain, and commanded helicopters.

"Okay, that ship is now 40 nautical miles away, and our mission is simple, board the ship, kill everyone, or leave a living hole, and sink the freighter to the bottom of the sea, understand?" After getting on the plane, Captain Price, as the commander, gave a briefing to everyone.

"Understood!"

Aaron nodded, then buckled up the gas mask that was the symbol of the Air Service Regiment. Then he checked the C8 assault rifle in his hand with the help of the faint light in the helicopter.

"We're here!"

An Air Service Regimental soldier opened the door of the Black Hawk helicopter, and the violent sea breeze blew into the cabin with a torrential rain, but it did not blow out the cigar on Price's lips. Aaron saw the freighter jolting forward in the storm, the huge sailing lights being flung around, and only a few bundled sturdy containers on the deck swaying with the ship.

"Sledgehammer, this is the Red Squad, let us go!"

"Sledgehammer received!"

The helicopter slowly flew over the cargo ship, and Price dropped his cigar and pulled off his mask.

"Speed down!"

Four ropes were lowered, and then more than a dozen soldiers of the Air Service Regiment slid down.

"Three people in the cockpit, free fire!" By the time Aaron slid down, the cockpit had been taken down.

"Gates, you control the cockpit! Aaron, take the lead! Price ordered.

"Understood!" After loading the C8, Aaron strode forward and stood at the front of the assault team.

"At 1 o'clock, there are two people on the container!"

"Understood!" Aaron raised his gun and watched as the two Eastern European men standing guard in the rain stomped their feet while complaining about the weather in Russian.

"Puff puff! Puff puff! "Six bullets knocked two people down and then fell out of the container.

After dealing with the two, Aaron led the team to rush through the deck where the containers were stacked, but they were only halfway through when the sentinels in the upper half of the hull found them.

"Attack!"

"Damn it, take cover!" A group of Air Service Regiment soldiers had just crawled into the bunker when several RPD machine guns came out of the window.

"Damn, Sledgehammer One, we're being suppressed, this bunker won't last a few seconds!" Aaron could already hear the clanging of the 7.62mm catapult through the container, but luckily they were hiding in several layers of containers, and the bullets would not reach their place for a while.

"Red Squad, this is Sledgehammer, here we are!"

Aaron pulled out his M79, then loaded a flare and shot it out.

The blinding light stalled the machine-gun fire, and the Black Hawk helicopter slowly descended, and the gunner on the helicopter steered the Vulcan cannon at the target.

"Weng hum!" Just ten seconds later, the window where it was still shooting had been reduced to a burning ruin.

"Target clear! Advance! ”

After clearing the upper deck of enemies, Price ordered to clear the cabin.

"Wait, Team Money, look at this!" An Air Service Regiment soldier saw a white man arguing with a bearded man in the bottom cabin during the surveillance.

"Find out who he is!"

"Marshall Claymore, he is Sir Hastings' butler!"

"Command, we've caught a big fish, ask for instructions!"

"Roger, Red Squad, take this man alive!"

"Understood! Be careful later, don't kill your target! ”

"I'll try my best!"

As soon as he reached the crew quarters, Aaron saw a drunken militant walking out of the dormitory while talking vague and drunken words.

"Deal with him!"

Pulling out the claw, Aaron quietly walked behind the drunk, and then the claw slipped and the militant who had slit his throat struggled a little before slipping weakly to the ground.

"There are six people in the crew quarters, sleeping!"

Then several soldiers of the Air Service Regiment quietly walked into the dormitory, raised their guns, and fired.

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"Ivan, we must hurry up!" Marshall is pleading.

"Why, our contacts in London have lost contact and we should go back!" The bald man named Ivan retorted.

"But my master needs these weapons very much now, and if he doesn't arrive on time, he'll miss a big deal!"

"But the contact is missing, and if we go ashore and it's a trap, what should we do?"

"After the storm, I will report to the master, and he will decide!"

"Yes...... Wait a minute! The bald head suddenly pulled out his weapon, startling Marshall.

"What are you going to do?"

"There's someone out there! Tom, Jerry, Lex, are you there? The bald man shouted a few times, and found that his men were all gone.

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"Break through one group and get in place!"

"Break through the second group in place!"

"Place the Breaking Explosives!"

"Three, two, one, up!"

The directional explosives blew open the steel gate, and the next Air Service soldier threw a flashbang grenade, Aaron silently counted as he closed his eyes and rushed into the room, then raised his gun and shot the bald head who had lost his sight due to the flash, and then another Air Service soldier threw down Marshall.

"Control!"

"Ok, Sledgehammer, you can pick us up! Gates, open the sea valve! ”