Spy-x-War Showdown
Chapter 1326 - 1331 A Bit Disgusting

Chapter 1326: Chapter 1331 A Bit Disgusting

Aaron really went all out for that cross this time.

Absolutely went all out.

This time, Aaron did something beyond his authority, because mobilizing a military aircraft is definitely not something Aaron can decide alone. Therefore, Aaron had to have a very big reason and excuse, and through a connection outside the military, press the Pentagon to get the aircraft Yang Yi requested.

Doing it once would be fine, but he did it twice in a row, and it’s the kind of operation that can’t be hidden.

So Aaron must have an explanation for Congress, explaining what reason he had to use an AC-130 to bomb Mosul and then directly fly a transport plane from Baghdad to the United States.

The most crucial point is that Baghdadi also died, right there in Mosul, and it was closely related to this AC-130.

But this has nothing to do with Yang Yi, right?

In other words, Yang Yi doesn’t need to care about Aaron’s life or death because he now has the biggest bargaining chip.

The cross is extremely important to the Grey-cloaked People, and it seems to be equally important to the Cleaners. Therefore, just having the cross is enough to prove Yang Yi’s loyalty to the Grey-cloaked People. Even if it cannot prove Yang Yi’s loyalty to the Convention, it certainly proves he isn’t a Cleaner undercover.

Hence, Yang Yi now has leverage, and he can do as he pleases.

The AC-130 landed, and Yang Yi hurried off the plane, greeted by Jason.

"Is the plane ready?"

"It’s ready, but... I have some questions."

"Now’s not the time for questions, are you sure the plane is suitable for transporting the wounded?"

"Yes, absolutely sure, because this plane has transported wounded back home before, but with an external helicopter landing here, and with unknown wounded being sent back, uh..."

"Is the order clear? Does the base commander agree to cooperate?"

"The order is very clear, and the base will cooperate with all your actions as required. However, the base commander is asking for an explanation. Even if an official reply cannot be given, a personal explanation would suffice, uh, I think, still..."

Yang Yi shook his head and said to Jason, "Buddy, just tell him one thing: this is a Homeland Security, CIA, and White House special task force joint operation. If he insists on knowing the inside story, he should be prepared to be called back. This is not a situation where friendship allows for private divulgence. Ask him if he still wants to know?"

Jason immediately shook his head and said, "Forget it, he’ll understand. How long until the helicopter transporting the wounded gets here?"

"Half an hour, it’ll be here in half an hour. I need to prepare for flight."

Having just exited one plane, Yang Yi had to board another, a C-17 transport plane ready to fly him back to the United States.

Jason spoke urgently, "I’m taking off with you. Uh, that’s the requirement from above, I need to fly with you, but of course, you know I won’t interfere with you."

"I refuse."

"Huh?"

Jason was stunned. Yang Yi firmly said, "I refuse to let you accompany me to the United States."

Jason looked somewhat awkward and appeared a bit angry. Although he wasn’t the one exerting effort to help Yang Yi, he had been tirelessly assisting Yang Yi at the base, taking care of everything. Now Yang Yi directly refused his task assigned by superiors, which would naturally make Jason feel indignant.

Yang Yi patted Jason on the shoulder, speaking sincerely, "Buddy, trust me, it’s for your own good. If you don’t want to be... put on ice, I can only say this much. If you leave with me, even if you’re lucky enough not to get killed, you’ll be put on ice. So if you don’t want that, don’t participate in this mission."

Jason was still puzzled, but after thinking for a moment, he said, "Alright, uh, then I’ll just say you refused. But if you refuse to take me along, then..."

"Report it to the higher-ups like that. Just say I refused, and if there are additional instructions, we’ll discuss it then."

Jason didn’t hesitate. He immediately went to the side to make a call, and without a lengthy explanation, he soon returned saying, "Everything will go according to your wishes, it’s up to you."

Aaron didn’t even ask Yang Yi why.

Now it was a matter of waiting. The transport plane was being refueled and was almost ready for final preparations for takeoff. The rear cargo door was open, just waiting for the wounded to be directly boarded after arrival.

Yang Yi and Reggie entered the cockpit, while Grevatov and the others waited in the plane’s cargo hold.

Besides the ground staff responsible for refueling and inspecting the plane at this airbase, no unrelated personnel appeared near the transport plane.

After half an hour, two helicopters were guided to land on the field not far from the C-17. Then the helicopter doors opened, two people carried a stretcher, and quickly transported four wounded into the cargo hold.

The cargo hold already had fixed beds with basic first-aid facilities. Since it’s common for U.S. Military stationed in Baghdad to use this transport plane to take injured soldiers home for treatment, flying missions like this were not uncommon.

After the two helicopters left the wounded and took off again for less than a minute, another helicopter landed on the ground, followed shortly by another one.

The rescued personnel from Mosul who could endure a long-distance flight had all been transported onto the transport plane by this time.

Grevatov appeared a bit nervous.

"Close the rear cargo door, ready for takeoff."

Grevatov seemed a bit tense, with Yang Yi in the main pilot seat starting the plane. As soon as the cargo door was closed, he increased the throttle, using the plane’s own power to begin taxiing.

"Can it handle a tactical takeoff?"

Yang Yi asked a question, and Grevatov replied without hesitation, "Yes! As long as it shortens the time, you can fly any way you want!"

Yang Yi, unwaveringly, implemented a rapid tactical takeoff, the kind that could disorient those unaccustomed in one go.

Tactical takeoff is for avoiding attacks during takeoff, so it minimizes taxiing distance and climbs to altitude as quickly as possible. Flying like this isn’t something ordinary people can handle—getting airsick isn’t inevitable, but it’s highly probable. Fortunately, none of the passengers, whether wounded or doctors, were ordinary travelers.

With the flight stabilized, Yang Yi set the plane to autopilot and let Reggie watch while he headed to the rear cabin.

These wounded couldn’t just fly directly to the United States. Even on the plane, they needed continuous medical treatment, not just care, so as soon as the flight stabilized, they immediately resumed their work.

Although interrupting them wouldn’t be ideal, Yang Yi couldn’t help but find Gong Yang, asking the person treating him, "How is he?"

"This guy’s belly is split open, intestines are out."

Yang Yi nodded, took a glance, and shook his head again, saying, "Looks a bit disgusting, hmm, a bit disgusting."