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Text Chapter 1741 Launching the Attack

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    Pang Shiqiang hesitated and hesitated. He looked at Yang Luo and then at Madman and the others. Feeling that there was no hope of escape, he said: "I am engaged in biological research. I have a company in the United States, but I am just a puppet. The Communist Party is behind the scenes."  Freemasonry. The pathogen we call Virus No. 1 this time was created by the Freemasonry and the Philippine National Intelligence and Regulation Agency. As the saying goes, it will kill you while you are sick. Virus No. 1 is Ebo.  In fact, through our research, virus No. 1 has nothing to do with Ebola. It is another new virus that is more contagious and more lethal. It can be shot much better than Ebola. As long as it is contagious  , will die in three to five days. As long as the virus spreads, it will definitely cause social panic, then spread rumors through domestic spies, incite unrest, and finally lead to the Arab Spring in the country."

    "Ha!" Yang Luo laughed: "Freemasonry, it seems that it didn't hurt him. I wanted to introduce this bullshit spring into Russia, and then it would naturally spread to the country. Later, it was suppressed by the Russian Bear.  I went there without success. Then I supported the evil cult organization in China. In the end, the evil cult organization was wiped out and they were kept quiet for a while, but I didn¡¯t expect to give up. "

    Yang Luo then asked: "Where is the virus? Through what channels do you want it to be transported to the country?"

    Pang Shiqiang said: "The virus is in the hands of Rodriguez, deputy director of the National Intelligence and Regulation Agency of the Philippines. Because the virus has just been successfully studied, and this matter is too important to allow for mistakes, we have to be cautious, so we have not yet formulated a complete and effective plan."  Plan. Just when I was thinking of a way, Li Zheng suddenly appeared, and I thought of using his family's influence in the country to bribe the customs. We would mix the virus with a batch of medicines and smuggle it over, so that this would be foolproof.  The plan was also approved by the Freemasons and the Philippine Intelligence and Regulation Bureau. Unexpectedly, the virus was discovered by Li Zheng and our plan failed. As for what they will do next, I don¡¯t know.

    Yang Luo spit out the burned cigarette butt still in his mouth on the ground: "That's all?"

    "Yes, that's it!" At this point, Pang Shiqiang didn't dare to have any reservations.

    Yang Luo nodded: "Thank you for your cooperation!" After speaking, he bent down to pick up the gun that Pang Shiqiang dropped on the ground, inserted the magazine with a click, and then pointed the gun at Pang Shiqiang, "Okay, thank you for your cooperation.  , now I¡¯ll send you on your way.¡±

    Pang Shiqiang was stunned for a moment, then howled: "Why didn't you keep your word and promise to let me go?"

    Yang Luo chuckled: "Kid, didn't your teacher tell you not to believe the words of strangers easily?"

    "No!" Pang Shiqiang looked at Yang Luo's finger that slowly tightened the trigger, and let out a shrill and desperate howl, "Don't kill me, please don't kill me." Then his body trembled, and a stream of yellow liquid flowed in  It flowed out of his crotch, and then he crawled to Yang Luo's feet, hugged Yang Luo's thigh, and said with tears and tears, "Spare me this time, I know I was wrong, I really know I was wrong."  , please forgive me because I am Chinese.¡±

    Yang Luo narrowed his eyes slightly and said coldly: "Chinese? You are the scum of the Chinese people and a disgrace to the nation. When you first want to smuggle the virus into the country, think about those brothers and sisters who are infected with the virus and howling in pain  When you die, why don't you say you are Chinese? In fact, you just regard the word "Chinese" as the last straw. In your mind, you still won't admit that the blood in your body is Chinese.  You are the descendants of Yan and Huang. The unique national soul of us Chinese people has disappeared from you. I believe that if I let you go today, when I turn around, you will still wear this Chinese skin and carry this.  Chinese mask, as long as you have the opportunity, you will raise a butcher knife against your compatriots and carry out bloody massacres without feeling a trace of guilt, so you deserve to die."

    After speaking, Yang Luo pulled the trigger.

    "no, do not want."

    "Bang!" There was a gunshot, and a bullet casing fell to the ground with a crisp sound.

    Pang Shiqiang held a bloody flower on his head and fell limply to the ground. The intense fear and despair could still be seen in his staring eyes.

    "ah¡­¡­"

    The woman squatting aside screamed in terror, and Yang Luo raised his gun and pointed it at the woman.  The woman looked at the black muzzle of the gun, rolled her eyes, made a sound, and fainted.

    Yang Luo blinked and finally put down the gun: "Forget it, I really can't do anything to women."

    The little girl Song Wei jumped out from behind Dan Enen and said with a smile: "Is it because you see her beauty that you can't do anything to her?"

    "Snapped!"

    Yang Luo knocked Song Wei on the head: "I know nonsense all day long."

    Song Wei poutedMouth, holding his head with both hands and rubbing: "Don't hit my head, I will become stupid."

    Yang Luo shook his head helplessly: "Take this guy with you and let's go."

    Madman and Zhou Hao were like dragging dead dogs. One of them grabbed one of Pang Shiqiang's legs and walked out. Then they walked out of the pine forest and threw Pang Shiqiang's body into the car.

    Xu Hang started the car and asked, "Boss, where are you going?"

    Yang Luo said: "Go to the Intelligence Coordination Bureau."

    On Jolo Island, US anti-terrorism troops quickly moved through the jungle.  Just now, they were airdropped by an armed transport helicopter to a place less than three kilometers away from the Abu Sayyaf armed base. They saw with their own eyes that an SR-71 Blackbird was shot down by anti-control artillery, and another one fled in thick smoke.  , which made them shocked and very angry at the same time.  The SR-71 Blackbird is a high-altitude and high-speed strategic reconnaissance aircraft with a flying altitude of 30,000 meters and a maximum speed of 3.5 times the speed of sound. It can complete optical photography reconnaissance missions over an area of ??324,000 square kilometers in one hour.  To put it bluntly, it only takes 6 minutes to take high-definition photos covering the entire Italy.  In 1998, due to an accident, the loss during use reached 40%, so they were all retired. However, it could fly higher and faster than all fighter jets and anti-aircraft missiles at that time, so it maintained a pilot  Proud record of never being shot down in the line of duty.

    Although the Blackbird has been retired, it is still used as a test aircraft and has been in service for an extended period.  There are only two preserved in Japan.  Because the reconnaissance area was relatively far this time, two Blackbirds were taken out.  But no one expected that a simple reconnaissance mission would be broken by terrorists who had never been shot down. This is simply a shame and the biggest provocation to the United States. Why not let the arrogant Horne  These American soldiers, accustomed to being the world's police, were shocked and angry.

    Ten minutes later, Honeck and his men sneaked into the outskirts of the Abu Sayyaf armed base. Listening to the cheers of the terrorists in the valley, their eyes were all red.

    Honeck was lying in the grass, observing the surrounding terrain, and said to a signal soldier next to him: "Inform the command headquarters to launch an artillery strike here in half an hour, and blow these damn yellow-skinned monkeys into ashes." Then.  With a gesture, a group of soldiers quickly dispersed, forming a fan shape and slowly searching forward.

    Ghost Fox stood outside the headquarters, Melka stood beside her, and Huang Sihui and the others stood quietly at the back, all looking in the direction of the Abu Sayyaf armed base.

    "Report!" A communications soldier ran over, "The US anti-terrorism force announced that it will carry out artillery strikes on the Abu Sayyaf armed base in half an hour."

    A smile appeared on the corner of Ghost Fox's lips: "Half an hour is too long, Melka, order it down, and the strike will be carried out in ten minutes. In addition, notify Manila and the Eastern Mindanao troops that they can start operations."

    "Yes!" Melka stood at attention excitedly, saluted vigorously, turned around and ran into the headquarters.

    The weather in Manila in June is relatively sultry, even late at night.  Just after eleven o'clock that night, a large group of ten-wheel trucks, fast troop carriers and more than a dozen military jeeps loaded with fully armed soldiers suddenly appeared on the street leading to the presidential palace in the city center. The vehicles were covered with camouflage nets.  The radio station's cross antenna stretched out.

    Led by a light and agile off-road command vehicle, the convoy drove quickly towards the Pasig River Bridge.  The soldiers on the vehicle all wore headbands and wore the red, white and blue Philippine flag on their chests or sleeves, which is a symbol of war and rebellion.

    When the troops were less than one kilometer away from the bridge, the command vehicle stopped, and a major got out of the vehicle. Under his order, all the soldiers got out of the vehicle quietly, and then quickly formed a skirmish formation.  Don¡¯t get closer to the Pasig River Bridge, or get closer to the Malaca Palace in the night, and then get closer.

    Suddenly, a soldier in front stumbled and fell to the ground with a plop. The gun in his hand hit the bridge railing hard, and there was a soft sound.  Although the sound was not loud, in such a quiet night, it was no less than a thunder.

    "Who?" The two guardsmen guarding the palace gate hurriedly walked out of the post and asked loudly.

    "Get down! Get down quickly!" An officer shouted in a low voice. All the soldiers held their breaths and fell to the ground.

    The guard soldiers raised their guns and walked cautiously towards the bridge. Suddenly a guy stopped and shouted in panic: "There is someone!"

    At this time, another guy also discovered the black shadow lying on the ground, which was so dark.

    The guard raised his gun and pulled the trigger as a warning, and the shrill sound of gunfire tore apart the quiet night.

    Malaca?ang Palace, Al did not leave after the dinner, but stayed here like Aquino, waiting for news from Mindanao.

    Al looked at itFor a moment, he couldn't help but said: "President Aguino, why is there no news yet?"

    Ajinuo grinned and showed that disgusting smile again: "Ambassador Al, don't worry, I believe they will be able to rescue the hostages safely."

    "Da da da!"

    ¡°Da da da da¡­¡±

    As soon as Ajinuo finished speaking, he heard a burst of intensive gunfire from outside. Al suddenly stood up on the chair and said with a pale face: "What's going on?"

    Ajinuo¡¯s expression also changed drastically. Just as he was about to speak, the phone on his desk suddenly rang.

    Ajinuo grabbed the phone and asked, "Why are there gunshots outside?"

    "President, Your Excellency, there are rebels gathering outside Malaca?ang Palace" the Malaca?ang Palace Guard Captain reported urgently.

    "What did you say?" Ajinuo's hand holding the phone trembled, and he almost threw the phone away, "You said it again!"
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