Chapter 1146: Chapter 565: Black Cat: Never Mind Elite or Not, Just Tell Me—Is It Fast or Not!
Night, April 28, 1993!
A thick fog rose over the Gulf of Mexico, visibility was extremely low.
Standing at the bow of the ship to take a piss, you can’t see a bird.
The Indian Deputy Defense Minister Ajay Kuma refused the “Black Cat Alert, SEALs Decapitate” action outline proposed by the U.S. Military Deputy Defense Minister Calvin Waller.
He seemed to feel offended.
“Black Cat never fails!”
“Victory, like our tactics, will never decline!”
Seeing the other party’s confidence was so full, Calvin Waller felt a bit embarrassed to question them further.
“According to our intelligence, the Texas rebel Paul Constantine Stuart is at his villa home in Austin. You will approach at low altitude by helicopter, our people will cover you throughout, and after reaching the target point, swiftly decapitate, leave no one, and then move to the neighboring state where we will send troops to assist you.”
This plan is as messy as Modi bathing in the Ganges – it’s a total chaos!
It’s just downright sloppy.
Calvin Waller, who came from an armored soldier background, understands a fart about special operations?
The funniest thing is that the Indian Deputy Defense Minister Ajay Kuma and Action Team Leader Major Sash Tiran did not raise any objections.
2:11 AM.
The Black Cat Special Forces soldiers, who had stuffed their stomachs on the cargo ship, boarded two H-53 “Sea Stallion” large helicopters.
“Uh~uh~” One team member was still burping hard, the mouth expelled a foul smell that almost knocked Calvin Waller out.
The funniest thing is that there was a soldier who, while climbing onto the helicopter, lost his footing and fell flat on his back…
This immediately made the U.S. Defense Minister fall silent.
Is this a special forces unit?
Is this damn street performers from the countryside or what?
But now it’s too late to regret, he can only watch them leave, tapping his chest three times, “God bless… Black Cat!”
Austin’s latitude is about 30.2672° N, longitude is 97.7431° W, the take-off point is along the Gulf of Mexico coast in southeastern Texas, near Matagorda Peninsula.
Based on the flying speed of the H-53, it takes approximately 55 minutes to 1 hour.
Upon arrival, it is exactly past 3 o’clock, when the human body is most relaxed.
Woo woo woo—
The pilots of the two helicopters are also from the Black Cat Special Forces.
Action Team Leader Major Sash Tiran looks quite serious, “Ten minutes, after arriving at the villa, resolve the fight within ten minutes. If opponents have reinforcements, Ox, you lead the first team to block.”
He looked at a lieutenant beside him.
The other party was picking teeth, upon hearing the supervisor’s inquiry, perked up and nodded vigorously.
Major Sash Tiran’s eyelids twitched, desperately wanting to scold a couple of words to make him listen seriously, but thinking of the other party’s background, he kept quiet.
The other party is from the Takure Family, a member of the Shiva God Army Party, a noble from Maharashtra.
The other party is Brahma, while he is merely a Vaisya origin, reaching this position is entirely challenging, if not for some considerable opportunity, the Major would be stuck.
He certainly hopes to seize this opportunity!
Decapitate Paul Constantine Stuart, thus gaining fame worldwide, recruited under Brahma, thereby crossing class lines.
So, this operation must not fail!
Approximately ten minutes later, the aircraft crossed through the sea fog, entered the ground space, could see scattered lights in the distant city.
Action Team Leader Major Sash Tiran suddenly felt something amiss.
Where’s the other H-53?!!
“Zzzzz…”
He was about to have the pilot call, then first heard an exclamation from the same channel in the cockpit!
“Help! Help!!!”
“Ahhh!!! It’s going to hit the mountain! Hit the mountain!!!”
“Pull up, quickly pull up, no no no, quickly turn!”
The channel echoed with screams and shrieks, then a “boom” was heard.
The channel fell silent.
But from the rear, a huge fireball was seen crashing down to the ground!!
Crash… mountain crash?!!
Major Sash Tiran’s blood pressure spiked, went black in front of his eyes, almost toppled.
Other soldiers were equally dumbstruck…
How could this happen?!
Are there any mountains by the coast? Aren’t they just small hills?
Can’t even crash those?
Instantly lost ten men!
The atmosphere inside the helicopter instantly turned awkward…
“Officer, should we… should we turn back?” the pilot asked fearfully.
“No way!”
Major Sash Tiran jumped up upon hearing this, his eyes red like a gambler who lost, from heaven to hell, just in these few short minutes.
Just now thinking of promotion and fortune…
Now thinking of saving his own life!
If the mission succeeds, everything is negotiable; if turning back now, this black pot he absolutely would have to carry alone.
He gritted his teeth, “Who are we, Black Cat! The invincible Black Cat, this is merely a setback, but the mission must continue, victory must continue, proceed according to plan.”
Upon hearing his words, everyone turned their gaze towards the Brahma named Ox, wanting to hear his opinion.
Even Major Sash Tiran was nervously watching.
The management within the Indian Army truly is chaotic.
Especially like him, when there are higher caste subordinates beneath, it’s even harder…
Just like discovering the newcomer in the company is the boss’s son, no matter what you do, you have to heed his opinion, right?
“Shiva God will bless us!” Ox’s eyes flashed, suppressing his emotions.
He also wanted to prove himself!
Not a wastrel relying on family background.
He, Ox Takure, has his own ability.
Major Sash Tiran’s face lit up, his originally slumped back suddenly straightened, commanding the helicopters to continue forward.