Team 2 Spirit Fox operator—if they were a conventional spec-ops unit—would have shed cold sweat from her forehead.
After all, simultaneous shots and dodging by luck was a rare event that could be composed into a legendary story.
Naturally, the pointman didn't evade the misfortune by luck. She had calculated her opponent's psychology and aiming point from the initial peek.
Only stupid ones would reappear from the same spot and align themselves directly in front of the opponent's muzzle.
Although so many calculations and tactics were involved in the short firefight, the operator didn't budge because they were extremely used to thinking under stress.
Particularly, the force-on-force drills and training honed their mentality and instilled automatism deep into their bones.
When you shoot at each other several times and get hurt physically, the pain merely instills a sense into the brain, allowing people to become aware long before they even think about it.
The pointman stood up and approached the two fallen bodies, followed by her partner trailing close behind.
The others among Team 2 stepped toward the designated spots allocated among themselves impromptu.
Puff! Puff!
She put two additional rounds into the corpses to confirm the kills, then kicked away the weapons, while her partner disassembled the AKs to render them temporarily useless.
Nobody bothered to check the identities of the hooded terrorists. They trusted Athena's and Ling Qingyu's judgment.
Since they belonged to Country A, they must surely be agents of black ops from Country A.
No doubt about it.
"Control! Area secured!" Everyone reported to the team leader.
"Understood. Move in threes and clear the vicinity," Team 2 leader ordered and radioed to the rest of the team. "Team 2 has finished the task, continuing with the clearance."
"Understood, Team 2," the voice of the commander from Team 1 responded. "Please contain the terminal's exterior once you've completed the secondary objectives. How copy?"
"Solid copy."
"Team 3?"
"On security, standing by."
"Good, keep up the good work. Team 1, making entry."
It seemed only now that Team 1—who had sprinted in the direction of the terminal—could enter the building, Ling Qingyu thought as she monitored her subordinates through the AR glasses.
Team 2 and 3 were now in reserve mode. She had expected the black ops to fight tit-for-tat for a while.
Why were they like spicy ducks and chickens in front of her girls? Ling Qingyu shook her head, eliciting puzzled gazes from Mo Yunxi, Yin Jingfei, and the flight attendants nearby.
A few withheld their fear and gritted their teeth to record the event through the windows, including the pilots—
Even if they were told and aware that the aircraft was totally safe from harm, given the outrageous protection level.
Outside, Team 2 members kicked the bodies away so they could reach the weapons easily, checking the corpses and piling evidence nearby.
Everyone was non-committal about the background firecrackers popping and muffled bangs.
Several glanced toward the terminal and quickened their paces. A minute later, the captain ordered the group to carry out Team 1's commander's task, leaving behind a few sentries to guard the bodies.
Team One operators filed in and rushed toward the source of the gunfire. The muffled booms had turned into loud cracks, thudding across the hall as the sound echoed in the distance.
The operators passed over the hunched civilians who shrieked in fear at their sudden appearance—
But the commotion died down when they received no danger from the Spirit Fox operators.
These menacing warriors didn't shoot them. That alone was enough to regard them as good guys, since many foreign 'soldiers' were helping them as well.
Spirit Fox's appearance hid their identities, creating a sense of mystery. Nonetheless, discerning their vague genders became easier once up close.
Of course, nobody had the time to pay attention to gender issues—apart from a few who were a little surprised that their additional rescuers were women.
Even if the operator's job mostly belonged to men and their attire exuded masculinity, their curves couldn't be hidden.
Thin, sturdy waists. Powerful, beautiful thighs and long legs. Upturned chests at the sides, displaying a delicious weight that couldn't be covered up.
Perhaps their heights had varied greatly before; however, after practicing Tang Ziyi's sutra and receiving excellent, efficient nutrition, the operators had transformed into lean, strong figurines with nearly perfect proportions.
Not only had their strength increased, but their appearances had also been enhanced.
Because of the situation and her piled-up work, Ling Qingyu didn't even have the time to quench her thirst.
Otherwise, she wouldn't have minded enjoying the scenery herself. She might even have planned a catwalk—operators modeling solely for her as the audience.
Unfortunately, Ling Qingyu couldn't indulge in her desires, as urgent calls dragged her focus away.
Especially considering the background of the black-ops team she was about to eliminate—she didn't want eyes of that level hovering over her too early.
Team One operators skipped over the doors on either side. A single operator body-blocked each door—regardless of whether they were closed or open—poising her muzzle at the threshold as the file advanced toward danger.
Sometimes, the obstacles were glasses, allowing them to see through everything clearly. Same procedure—leaving behind a single operator to cover while the train advanced and trailed the formation later at the call of last man.
Priority was to kill the terrorists wreaking havoc. The gunfire from upstairs seemed to have drawn away.
Presumably, the airport defense upstairs was working well. On the other hand, the ground floor remained at a standstill.
Priority was to assist them. Athena, who was observing the entire battlefield, delivered advice from time to time and narrated the whole timeframe to the leaders.
All the events happening inside the terminal were live-broadcasted, causing the leaders among Spirit Fox to lament the usefulness of technology.
Sometimes, they felt they were getting old in front of the wheel of time. Sёarᴄh the nôvelFire.net website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.
Bang! Bang!
Around the corner, continuous rapid gunfire had been erupting for a while. It had yet to die down—each side testing the limits of their ammunition supply and courage.
Spirit Fox operators peeked from the corner of their eyes and retracted their figures, ignoring the splashes on the wall impacted by bullets.
Ten meters ahead, a group of armed men and women held off the terrorists' approach. A quick observation told Team One that, in a matter of minutes, this line of defense would collapse miserably.
Whether the defenders themselves knew that was another matter. This was simply Spirit Fox's quick judgment based on experience and repetitive drills.
Without hesitation, the lead operator signaled and shared her observation. The entire Team One understood her message.
With the team leader's confirmation, the file advanced, staying close to the wall—but not too close to attract ricocheted bullets.
As their steps came closer, a woman who was fighting the terrorists turned around with suspicion and almost jumped in fright upon seeing Team One's entry.
If not for their non-threatening low-port posture and friendly hand gestures, she might have shot at the formation in panic.
Still, she called her friend: "Agent Sitwell, possible friendly units in the rear. Watch your fire."
"Understood. Don't panic, Agent Hill," Agent Sitwell replied, glancing back while directing the local security force. He wiped the sweat from his forehead.
"We wouldn't be alive if I panicked, okay?" the woman, named Agent Hill, rolled her eyes and retorted.
Now that the situation had improved, her confidence returned. These two FBI agents had seen the strange armed group before, when the planes were getting blown up outside. They knew the group could be allies but had never expected them to reinforce so quickly.
In fact, their hearts were filled with trepidation as attacks mounted on the groups. After all, nobody expected a temporary lottery team to fight against an organized force.
Although they looked down on the terrorists, they admitted the enemy was serious in both planning and execution. If not for the veterans with military backgrounds providing assistance and filling in the gaps, Agent Hill suspected they might have had to run just to survive.
They were a little puzzled why the terrorists had lessened the pressure earlier. But when she took note of so many friendly operators' presence, her eyes beamed with joy.
Yes, even though the enemy of my enemy is my friend, nobody could be certain that a third party would help. Something must have happened outside to scare the terrorists away.
Agent Hill and Agent Sitwell noticed the enemy's tendency to withdraw, despite the fact that they were merely from a law enforcement background.
Perhaps Team Two's success had scared the terrorists enough that the pressure eased on the temporary armed resistance teams.
The terrorists' output had dropped noticeably. Team One also took these factors into account.
From Athena's briefing and their own observations, it was clear these people were the good guys. Spirit Fox didn't intend to act violently unless procedures required it, nor did they escalate tensions unnecessarily.
Confidently, Spirit Fox pent up their aggression, replaced the original defensive positions, and pushed the FBI team to fall back—then fired down the corridor.
Agent Hill and her teammates were unaccustomed to the rudeness.
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