Chapter 1147: Chapter 565: Black Cat: Never Mind Elite or Not, Just Tell Me—Is It Fast or Not!_2
Although morale was boosted somewhat on the H-53 helicopter, the overall atmosphere was clearly not the same as when they first boarded.
The whole journey was somewhat dull.
Major Sash Tiran wanted to speak, but honestly didn’t know what to say.
They flew in this atmosphere for over an hour.
Finally, they reached the sky over Austin, entering from the northwest corner…
Everything seemed to be going smoothly.
But they failed to notice that on the rooftop of a tall building, a few pairs of eyes were staring at them intently.
“The prey has arrived!”
…
Paul Constantine Stuart’s villa was located in Westlake.
West of downtown, surrounded by several top institutions.
Features: luxury homes, mountain views, proximity to nature parks, gathering corporate executives and celebrities.
It was very expensive.
“Get ready, get ready!” Major Sash Tiran took a deep breath, clapping his hands to boost morale.
“I will be the first to rappel down!”
He looked at his subordinates, “The world should listen to our performance!”
The H-53 helicopter pilot looked around…
He suddenly realized…
He had no idea which villa was the specific one belonging to Paul Constantine Stuart? They all looked exactly the same!
Really bizarre, didn’t they even do their homework?
The U.S. Military had given them the exact address.
The pilot gritted his teeth and approached a particularly luxurious-looking villa, hovering right above it.
The cabin door opened.
“Down, down, down!”
Major Sash Tiran grabbed the rope and began rappelling down, and before he even reached the ground, his subordinates followed, sliding down one by one like skewered candied hawthorns.
The first few went smoothly.
But perhaps Shiva was a bit uncomfortable on this North American soil and couldn’t protect them; when the fifth subordinate was sliding down, there was a “bang—”.
The rope snapped!!
And the three people hanging on it fell heavily to the ground.
The Indian soldier at the bottom had his left leg grotesquely and horrifically twisted to a 90° angle!
Cries of pain followed…
Isn’t that enough? Do you think you’re Superman?
Major Sash Tiran’s expression suddenly changed; a strong spotlight shone over, casting a long shadow.
“Surrender! I surrender!!!”
Brahma Lieutenant Oaks saw the situation was bad, quickly knelt down, threw away his gun, and shouted in perfect English.
See that…
This is how you really go with the flow.
The H-53 helicopter pilot above noticed the bad situation and fled, but shouldn’t you at least consider your brothers’ safety? Two soldiers from the Black Cat Unit near the door didn’t stand firm and fell directly.
The fall wasn’t light.
An M2 Browning mounted on the rooftop opened fire on the H-53.
Ratatatatatata—
The bullets streaked red through the night sky, and those thick (gesturing) bullets hit the side of the helicopter.
Tell me!
You told me!
How can it withstand?
A burst of gunfire shattered the glass, the pilot inside’s head exploded instantly, and the helicopter spiraled down, skidding and sparking on the ground.
Shouts came from all directions.
Major Sash Tiran trembled all over, shouted loudly, pointing his gun at the approaching enemy, but before he could pull the trigger.
A gunshot rang from afar.
Bam—
A bullet broke his neck, blood splattered on Lieutenant Oaks, the Brahma, who was kneeling on the ground, scaring him into wetting himself…
An offensive odor emanated from his crotch.
“Don’t kill me! My father is the Governor of Maharashtra!!”
Paul Constantine Stuart, pacing in the study, shuddered as he heard gunfire outside.
What Indian Defense Minister Sharad Pawar said was true!
Damn it, this bastard even sold out his own people…
He hoped in the phone call that India could privately maintain an alliance with the Texas Republic, and this was the greeting gift.
He hoped to enhance India’s influence in North America.
India really is inconsistent, a drag of a teammate.
Thump thump thump—
At this moment, Yude Wallace, Texas’s Minister of Internal Affairs, pushed the door open, his face calm.
“What’s happening outside?” Paul asked urgently.
“Mr. President, rest assured, the invaders have been eliminated, six were captured, including a Brahma noble, the rest are dead, four of them fell from the plane and died on impact.”
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“But we only saw one helicopter; according to the prisoners, the other one crashed into a mountain near the coast.”
Yude Wallace’s mouth twitched as he spoke.
It’s just he had never seen such an abstract Special Forces team!
You could actually get yourself killed!
Paul Constantine Stuart also opened his mouth; he suddenly felt insulted…
You send such people to decapitate me?
“Hold a press conference tomorrow to condemn the Indian Army’s actions but remember, lay the blame on the U.S. Military, Norman Schwarzkopf, and the Defense Minister will appreciate our gift.”
“I’m afraid the world might think we’re telling fairy tales.” Minister of Internal Affairs Yude Wallace said, amused and helpless.
…
Victor was awakened by someone.
He kissed Belsaria, who was beside him, gently saying, “Sleep a little longer.”
“Mmm.” The other responded drowsily, nasal.
Victor got dressed and quietly walked out of the room, seeing quite a few people outside.
Kennedy, Casare, Army Chief Siegmut List, and Chief of Staff Horatio Herbert Kitchener admiral and Counterintelligence Bureau Director Jeff Bennett.