Chapter 893 - 401: Aerial Infiltration_2

Chapter 893: Chapter 401: Aerial Infiltration_2

The previous operation required concealment, making it impossible to carry police dogs, but this operation happened to be in desert mountains, ideal for the performance of the Chunzhou breed’s Viper.

After arriving at the equipment depot of the military base.

It was quite unexpected.

Iran’s current special ops gear has gradually westernized, using American OCP camouflage combat uniforms and new integrated combat equipment.

The rifles are modified Iranian-made AK-103s, with the Revolutionary Guard special ops adding a Picatinny rail to the upper receiver, replacing it with new adjustable cheekpiece telescopic stocks, laser sights, tactical flashlights, grips, and muzzle brakes.

The most crucial night vision device is the AN/PVS-15, most common in U.S. special forces units.

All outfitted aside from weapons, they’re nearly half American soldiers.

Gu Ji and the others picked up some concussion bombs, smoke grenades, and explosives, drones, among other things.

Upon arriving at the airport, the Revolutionary Guards had already prepared a helicopter for them.

A CH-47 Chinook heavy transport helicopter, spacious enough to comfortably accommodate 14 of them and a police dog, with two military-green all-terrain vehicles mounted externally.

Iran seemed aware of their substantial investment.

Afraid it would be shot down by Shalam’s rockets, they dispatched two AH-1 attack helicopters for escort.

Accompanied by the deafening rotary blade startup, the helicopter slowly ascended into the air, heading toward the predetermined target point for Gu Ji and the team.

Throughout the journey, every face bore complex expressions.

Excitement, tension, seriousness.

Not only is this their first hostage rescue mission using airborne infiltration, but the enemy is the infamous Shalam, a notorious extremist terrorist organization that even troubles the US Special Forces.

Hence, everyone understood the difficulty of this operation.

"Gu Ji, Mr. Gong, if possible, we hope to capture the target leader alive; the Ministry needs his testimony about the abduction of Mr. Kang."

Just as Gu Ji was using the Ghost Server, preparing to communicate specifics about the village with Ah Ming, Zhuang Feng, sitting diagonally opposite, suddenly called out to him.

This operation is divided into two combat squads, presumably led by Liu Weijun and Gong Qingyong.

However, upon Zhuang Feng’s inquiry, it was known that the command of the third squadron was in Gu Ji’s hands.

This has been the old tradition of the third squadron; when Zhang Wenjun was around, Gu Ji often took charge of command, not to mention now he is the deputy captain.

Gong Qingyong pondered slightly.

As everyone knows, capturing alive is considerably more difficult than directly killing the enemy.

This involves identification, sending dedicated personnel for control, and constantly guarding against enemy counterattacks.

It wastes time and manpower.

These are precisely the most valuable factors in high-risk operations.

Seeing Gu Ji lower his head with no intention of arguing, Gong Qingyong decided, "Based on the scene situation, we will do our best."

"Thank you!"

Zhuang Feng shouted heavily.

In fact.

Gu Ji hadn’t heard what the two were saying because his attention was entirely on the message from Baron.

This guy witnessed PM mercenaries contacting a group of terrorists wearing turbans and robes.

Indeed.

Under his direction, Jian Na, Wa Xueming, and Baron separately tracked the whereabouts of Abe Shigehide and PM mercenaries, coincidentally leading them all to Iran.

"Terrorists..."

Gu Ji’s pupils dilated.

At this critical juncture, it could only be Shalam!

Apparently, Professor Kang Wenkun’s abduction is likely PM’s dirty work behind the scenes.

After all, it’s not PM’s first collaboration with terrorist organizations.

But there’s one thing he can’t figure out, why PM Company, Shalam, and Mossad—all these forces are involved in the Iran-Xia Kingdom cooperative oil well project.

Could there be secrets involved?

"The terrain marked point is just ahead!"

"Received, about to reduce altitude!"

At this moment, the helicopter pilot’s shout interrupted Gu Ji’s thoughts.

Escorted by two AH-1 attack helicopters, he operated the Chinook helicopter to slowly descend. Upon reaching the first altitude, with a "crash" sound, the front-end rope released, and the first all-terrain vehicle landed stably on the wasteland.

Then continued descending to the second altitude, repeating the operation.

"Vehicles have been deployed to designated spots, prepare for descent!"

The pilot turned back and shouted to them. As the cabin door was pulled open, dusk light flooded the cabin, the piercing rotary blade noise combined with the gusts of wind assaulted them.

Gu Ji instinctively squinted and pressed the rope descent device.

In the next second, several thick black ropes were cast out of the cabin door, falling onto the ground below.

Gao Bo positioned himself at the cabin door, looking downwards; the two all-terrain vehicles appeared the size of fists, the distance estimated at fifteen-six meters high.

"Gulp."

He subconsciously swallowed.

Although everyone had undergone airborne descent training with Jinbang and Dragon and Tiger Assault Team, training and actual combat are entirely different psychological states.

At this moment, Gu Ji tied Viper to his chest, approached, and patted him.

"Are you alright?"

"I’m fine."

Perhaps, not wanting Gu Ji to look down on him, Gao Bo gritted his teeth, took a deep breath, holding the thick rope with his left hand wearing flame-resistant tactical gloves, he ventured outward.

Gale winds from Chinook’s giant rotors whirled fiercely against his sand-colored face wrap, making it hard to keep his eyes open.

Yet Gao Bo forced himself to endure external interference, directly leaped outward.

"Swoosh—!"

"Whoa!"

It took him just over a second to glide down the rope to the ground.

Upon release, Gao Bo temporarily controlled his inner excitement, raised the AK-103 rifle swiftly, and secured the perimeter, "Gu Ji, get down! This feels amazing!"

"Coming!"

With Gao Bo leading, Gu Ji, Wu Kang, Liu Weijun, and the second squad members each grabbed ropes, departing the cabin simultaneously.

During the brief plummet, Gu Ji could sense the high-speed blur of surrounding scenery, paired with the whoosh of wind past his ears.

Until the sand and rocks drew closer to him, he tightly clamped his legs around the rope to decelerate.

"Thud!"

"Secure the perimeter!"

Upon landing, Gu Ji uttered softly, commanding them to coordinate with Gao Bo, orient guns toward all directions and inspect surroundings.

"It’s safe!"

"Area clear on my side too!"

As Wu Kang and others reported successively, everyone from the cabin had landed.

What surprised but not unexpectedly surprised Gu Ji was.

Both Zhuang Feng and Miliburn managed to complete descent unaided.

Despite Miliburn being an intelligence cop, just by glancing, Gu Ji inferred he previously served in the military, his combat skills not weak, otherwise Hasha wouldn’t have dispatched him here as an informant.

Zhuang Feng stands apart, as an officer from the Ministry of Public Security; rope descent skill is somewhat "off syllabus."

Nonetheless, nobody concentrated on this issue.

As the pressing matter was penetrating near the village swiftly.

As the three helicopters turned back, Liu Weijun and Gong Qingyong scrambled to lead teams aboard the all-terrain vehicles.

"Testing, testing! Reporting to command center, we’ve successfully reached the base of the designated mountainous area and are preparing to drive into the mountain!"

While verifying radio signals, Gu Ji flipped into the rear seat with Viper, sitting reversed, left hand gripping the railing, right hand holding the rifle, keeping a vigilant watch on the rear.

The engine roared to life.

During the vehicle’s advance into the barren hills, Zhao Hua commenced drone operations for aerial reconnaissance.

Iran has a continental climate, arid with scant rain.

June marks the heat, and despite evening, the air remains laden with residual dryness.

The terrain harbors yellow-green wild grass, predominantly dwarfed shrubbery, and various bizarrely shaped large rocks.

Such formations provide the only cover for their vehicular infiltration.

The Revolutionary Guard’s supplied all-terrain vehicles perform reasonably well, the group drove onward—flattening grass, crunching stones, ascending continuously.

As the sun descended steadily, ambient light grew dim.

Both vehicles adhered to Gu Ji’s briefing requests in the meeting room, switching off all lighting, driving until reaching halfway up the mountain; tire slips became frequent, signaling excessive slope, reaching vehicular limits.

"Cut engine, alight, prepare to advance on foot!"