The Goddess Shines on America

Time: April 16 at 22.38pm.

Location: Faal region of Iraq, currently occupied by Iranian forces.

"Before the action, let me emphasize it again, in case you idiots who have just retired forget what your current identity is!"

The wind was blowing desperately at night, and the moonlight in the Gobi Desert was always accompanied by coldness. Under a sand dune, Steve and his comrades stood side by side, listening to the words of Chief Heish.

"We are no longer in the American military!"

The black cowhide boots stepped hard on the gravel road, and Heish waved his thick black arms and said: "Our current identity is the security personnel of Heishui International. To put it bluntly, we are a group of mercenaries!"

"The mercenaries only work for money. It's not about the righteousness of the country, or the prosperity of any race. Money is for money!"

Haish's resounding voice resounded throughout the audience, standing in front of him was a whole company of Blackwater mercenaries.

They stood neatly on the solid Gobi gravel, wore helmets with infrared and thermal imaging systems, and hung M16 rifles and sufficient magazines and grenades uniformly. The dark night gave them the best cover, and the black military uniform added a sense of killing infinitely. Money is all for money, they are obviously vulgar and vulgar mercenaries, what anyone will feel from them is just a regular army-like iron-blooded temperament.

"So, little bastards, let me remember everything clearly."

Shouting, Heish stopped his pacing. The skin color bestowed by his African grandmother made him look like a ghost in the dark night. In the queue, Steve looked at Hesh blankly, even though his staring eyes happened to be aimed at him.

"It's right to fight hard, but if anyone loses his life because of the ideals of this group of ****, be careful that I will withhold your pension and spend it on my own!"

It was supposed to be in line with the rhythm of the chief's roar of laughter, but the soldiers of this company had no intention of cooperating at all. What's even more amazing is that Heish also knew the reaction of these "little bastards" clearly. Didn't even want to burst out.

"You guys are one in a hundred heroes!"

He shouted: "You are retired soldiers, you are retired soldiers from Delta Special Forces and Navy SEALs! Soldiers of this level, out of 3,000 people in the entire Blackwater, are only 800. And you, Another entire company selected from the 800 people, even in the black water, is the number one leader."

There were bursts of loud and clear lectures, and all the staff were unanimously silent. From the very beginning, the ferocious murderous aura of the hundred elites focused on Haishi, and as he blurted out a sentence that seemed to be both positive and negative, the killing aura became more intense.

"But it's still the same sentence, I'll emphasize it again. No matter how good you are, you are just a group of mercenaries now. The days to come will be long, and this is just the first battle since the establishment of the company. Whoever dares to Throw your little life in this **** lair now, don't blame the brothers for spurning him!"

Haish finished shouting, and the last high-pitched roar came to an end, dissipating in the endless wind.

Then, an exceptionally tall black soldier stepped out of the queue.

Facing his fellow comrades-in-arms, Haishi stared at him: "What's the matter with you?"

All the soldiers remained motionless, but everyone focused their glasses on this comrade-in-arms.

Laux-Sheffield shouted: "Sir, I can't make me worry about my own life when I'm fighting!"

Upon hearing this sentence, Steve in the queue let out a long breath.

"What did you say!?" Haish's eyes immediately widened. Both of them were black, and they seemed to have bigger eyeballs than anyone else: "I told you to be careful of your own life, but it's still wrong!?"

Sheffield raised his head and chest, and shouted: "Report sir, my mother said when I was a child that I would not be a soldier if I was afraid of death! My mother also said that I should be the first to go to war, and beat him to death! My mother also said Having said that, since I am now a mercenary, I should be the first one to beat all the scumbags into scumbags, and get a lot of money! My mother also said..."

"Did your mother tell you not to fucking contradict the officer!?" Haish's voice almost caused an earthquake in the Persian Gulf: "Laux-Sheffield! I'm your instructor in the Delta! You fucking I have always loved to contradict Lao Tzu since I was a recruit, and you still love to contradict Lao Tzu now that you are in the black water!? I am your fucking father!?"

This time, even the elites of Baizhan couldn't help bursting into laughter. Fortunately, at this time, the moon was dark and the night was high, and the wind howling Gobi Desert was the least afraid of voices. Even if their number is doubled, they will never be noticed by the Iranian garrison.

"Anyway," Hesh continued to shout after calming down his breath, telling Sheffield to roll back to the queue: "At least don't forget this equipment on you! Especially you, Steve, you have to do it immediately in this operation." Great work, dare to break that guy, be careful that the boss will put you to sleep!"

The already relaxed atmosphere of the team naturally couldn't hold back the second laugh, and Steve finally said, "It would be my honor, sir."

Alice Wang, the chairman of Blackwater International, would be delighted by most of the people present if she could sleep with her once.

With carrots and sticks, the action begins.

Mission Objective: Cooperate with the Iraqi army's "Ramadan" operation to capture the Fao area occupied by the Iranian army.

Faw is a strategically located port city in the Persian Gulf region and the largest oil port in Iraq. It is located at the head of the Persian Gulf, near the mouth of the Shatt al-Arab River. The Rumaila and Zubayr oil fields in southern Iraq are exported through oil pipelines from the oil port outside Faaw Port. Controlling the Fao Peninsula means controlling important oil facilities in southern Iraq. The significance of a thousand oil wells is no joke.

The Ramadan operation of the Iraqi night attack was aimed at this place, and it was also a key operation that the Pentagon decided to intervene in order to bring an end to the Iran-Iraq war as soon as possible.

Composed of retired Marine Corps members, the main force of the Blackwater mercenaries and the Iraqi army are assembled together, with a total strength of 2,000 people. The price of blood taught the Iranian army how to behave.

At this time, the 100-man squad led by Haishi, a retired officer of the Delta Force and Blackwater International Mercenary Instructor, is the sharpest sword light on the sharp knife, and will carry out an exquisite battle against the entire harbor. Surgical assignments.

We are children of the night, and the sky is the best cloak of invisibility.

Steve moved forward without a sound. When he crossed the Gobi and entered the city with ease, everything around him seemed to quiet down, even the howling wind was no longer noticeable.

The searchlights on the rooftops couldn't detect his existence at all, and the patrolling soldiers always liked to create opportunities for him to stray forward. Aiming at every opportunity, aiming at every blind spot, not even wasting a single bullet, he approached the destination with the fastest efficiency.

The other ninety-nine people also did the same thing. Everyone strictly restrained their actions. Not to mention the M16 hanging on their chests, even the AWP sniper rifle with a silencer on their back was never used by anyone. Whether it was the searchlights on the roof, the Iranian armored vehicles that Haish drove along a fixed route, or the soldiers with wolf dogs in groups that were not on patrol, they had no intention of attacking at all.

And no one can perceive their existence.

Steve came to the back of a building. He was equipped with special equipment, neither an M16 rifle nor an AWP sniper rifle, and what was stuffed in his vest was not a large bundle of magazines. A pistol, a dagger, and two flash bombs, this is his configuration for the enemy.

"Tango arrived at the target location."

Standing just behind the building, Steve said into the walkie-talkie: "The morning star is safe and sound."

When he said the last sentence, Steve felt that the burden behind him was heavier.

"Tango, this is Sirius, we will protect your safety around here."

Needless to say, a hundred elites are encircling and quickly arriving at the buildings around the city hall. The wonder here is that the death of the soldiers patrolling the roof will make the commander aware of the invasion, so even if the mercenaries came to the roof, they completely avoided the Iranian soldiers patrolling the building. There are no patrols on the roof here. If there is an air raid that suddenly descends on the city hall in the city center, is it true that the patrols in the suburbs are blind?

This is the characteristic of the desert city. It is similar to the city on the grassland. The obvious border makes defense an easy task, but it is also easy for people to take advantage of the loopholes - the premise is that the movement is sufficient.

"Tango is ready to move, Sirius please pay attention to cover."

After saying this, Steve, who was still on the ground, raised his head.

The building he was hiding in was the back of the city hall, aiming at the eaves of the roof, he raised his pistol.

With a bang, the cable was shot up, and Steve could feel the rapid tightening of the rope around his waist, and then he flew up.

There is no one on the roof, and it’s not like Nintendo’s game of breaking through levels that gets more difficult as you get to the end. The “target location” in reality doesn’t mean absolutely heavily guarded. But Steve is still very careful, even if two comrades are using the same means to climb up to the roof to protect himself, he himself must be more careful.

The closer he got to the goal, the more he felt the heavy burden behind him.

Because it's really heavy.

This is a laptop that was handed over to him by CEO Akaman Acting Chairman Alice before departure from the Blackwater base. Laptop, the name alone is impressive, and thanks to Miss Alice, she can invent such a miniature and portable computer, although it weighs more than just a notebook.

My own mission, or the mission of the entire 100-person vanguard team, exists for this laptop.

Taking a deep breath, Steve started his next move after hearing the sound of two comrades climbing up to the roof behind him.