Ultimate Firepower
Chapter 282 - 268: Squabbling

Chapter 282: Chapter 268: Squabbling

A meticulously crafted plan, executed with caution, treated with seriousness, and carefully completed, only to result in failure.

Despite taking utmost care, it still ended in failure, so what does that tell us?

It can only mean that Gao Yi was too strong, with no other reason conceivable.

Gao Yi held the man in the sunglasses by the throat and flipped the gun in midair with his right hand before seizing it by the handle, then without hesitation shot directly at a soldier who could hit him from the side.

Taking the man in sunglasses as a hostage to deter these soldiers from firing was an option, but that would mean placing his own life in the hands of the man in sunglasses, whose status and identity had to be significant enough to matter.

But Gao Yi didn’t want to entrust his life to someone else, so he chose to eliminate them all while they were caught off-guard, before they could react.

A headshot with one bullet, then a second bullet, another headshot.

Gao Yi’s shooting was too fast, too steady.

If skills were lacking, equipment would compensate; Gao Yi only needed to fully utilize the performance of his gun, rather than rely on his own skills to control the recoil, making each shot both quick and accurate.

Two soldiers fell in succession, and as the third soldier finally fired recklessly, Gao Yi used the man in sunglasses as a shield. The bullets hit the man’s bullet-proof vest, and with that moment of obstruction, Gao Yi fired a third round, another headshot.

Three shots, three soldiers gone, Gao Yi slightly turned his body and fired two more shots, successively headshotting the two soldiers who had just tried to handcuff him.

The situation reversed in an instant, effortlessly.

But Gao Yi wasn’t finished, he turned and aimed his gun at the driver of the ambulance.

It seemed to be an ambulance, but the driver was still a soldier. Seeing the man in front of him suddenly start a mass shooting, the driver found himself in a predicament.

Should he drive in reverse to escape, or should he take a shot from within the vehicle?

The driver chose to fire. He picked up his handgun, aimed at Gao Yi.

A foolish choice, Gao Yi raised his gun with one hand, shot through the car window, and immediately, the driver clutched his throat. Then with a second shot from Gao Yi, the driver slumped over the steering wheel.

Now the choice was in Gao Yi’s hands.

Kill this man in sunglasses, or take him with him?

Letting him go was out of the question, killing him seemed a waste, because Gao Yi could still use him as a human shield, and even extract useful information from him.

However, everything that transpired was being watched, eliminating any chance to blend in with the chaos.

Despite being injured, his left arm still held the dazed man in sunglasses. Gao Yi dragged him quickly toward the ambulance.

Opening the door, he pulled the driver’s body from the steering wheel, and then Gao Yi had to move around to the passenger side, opened the door, and said to the man in sunglasses in a deep voice, "Get in."

The man in sunglasses thought about resisting, but he barely moved when Gao Yi felt a murderous intent rise.

The only use for the man in sunglasses was interrogation; knocking him out meant that nothing could be asked, and killing him meant that, likewise, nothing could be asked.

Gao Yi’s goal was to escape the airport; he didn’t have time to figure out exactly what had happened, so if the man in sunglasses dared to resist, even if it meant a slight delay for Gao Yi, he would not hesitate to deal a lethal blow.

However, the man in sunglasses stopped resisting and obediently sat in the passenger seat of the ambulance.

Not even bothering to take the man in sunglasses’ gun, Gao Yi punched him hard with the hand that held his own weapon.

A punch knocked the man in sunglasses unconscious; Gao Yi then slammed the door shut and moved back to the driver’s seat.

Although in rush, his movements were still swift. After completing all this, Gao Yi returned to the driver’s seat, got in, and started the ignition.

Having commandeered a vehicle within the airport, Gao Yi could now drive to the wall and then abandon the car to scale the fence.

But there was another option.

Gao Yi noticed that four fire trucks and an ambulance had blocked the transport plane front and back.

But this was a plane, not a building. Although it was certain that people on the plane couldn’t escape, it wasn’t easy to get in, unless the people inside cooperated. Otherwise, it was impossible for them to open the aircraft door.

So far, there had been no exchange of fire with the ambushers on the plane.

The situation was a bit complicated, and Gao Yi was pondering whether he should drive over the perimeter wall to escape or turn back to pick up someone else.

Although he was alone, the main ambushing forces at the airport were Libyan soldiers, which honestly gave Gao Yi a lot of confidence.

It is well known that Libyans cannot fight.

The Libyans started off as lambs and were truly incapable of fighting; although they had survived through years of war and could be considered veterans, they were still of low caliber.

Even worse than the Iraqis.

Of course, that was just an average; it was expected that a few exceptions might occur in a large group, but encountering those formidable individuals was a low-probability event, so Gao Yi was not worried.

Even facing a group on his own, Gao Yi dared to charge in.

The vehicles surrounding the plane began to offload people—not too many, just over a dozen—Gao Yi felt that with only a few people, there might be a chance to forcibly rescue those on the plane.

"Five Libyans, one American, I’ve got the vehicle now, and I think there’s a chance to assist you all in getting out, over."

Gao Yi also had a radio; he needed to update the people on the plane about the situation.

"I see you, but taking out the enemies around the plane is going to be tough; it’s not the same."

Indeed, it was different. Gao Yi was now roughly three hundred meters from the plane; at this distance, those encircling the plane could easily open fire at him and potentially kill him before he got close.

Gao Yi didn’t have a rifle now, and even if he did, he couldn’t count on a single firearm to kill so many.

Within three meters, Gao Yi was unbeatable, but three hundred meters away, he was no different from a regular infantryman—in fact, he was even worse than a standard soldier.

Feng Biao continued over the radio: "Start driving now, don’t get distracted by other things; the next thing they’ll do is dispatch someone to take you out. You’re wasting precious time, move out!"

When it’s time to act, act. Retreat to rescue or run fast; staying put was the worst choice.

Without hesitation anymore, Gao Yi floored the accelerator and the ambulance sped towards the direction of the perimeter wall.

The people surrounding the plane didn’t send anyone after him, but several vehicles that had been parked in the emergency vehicle waiting area had started to move towards him.

Which way to run?

Climbing over the perimeter wall would mean abandoning the man with sunglasses; Gao Yi could kill the man, but he couldn’t possibly carry someone over the wall.

Drive through the wall to create a breach?

Gao Yi quickly abandoned that thought; he didn’t want to crash and kill himself.

While Gao Yi was pondering his next move, Feng Biao’s voice suddenly came through the radio again: "Those below are letting us leave the plane voluntarily; I can see clearly that most of them are Libyans; they dare not fire at the plane! We have time!"

Another piece of good news: the Libyans were wary of France; they really didn’t dare to destroy a large transport plane that was also valuable to France; moreover, this plane was like moving sovereign territory; the Libyans were hesitant to take drastic action.

If the Libyans didn’t dare, then even if the Americans did, they too lacked the manpower to carry out the task.

This was an American scheme devoid of termination means.

Feng Biao suddenly said over the radio: "Be bold, just crash through the airport entrance gate!"

Gao Yi was stunned; such a daring escape route was actually suggested by Feng Biao.

Raising his voice and speeding up his words, Feng Biao urged urgently, "These soldiers aren’t airport security; airport security may not cooperate with this operation; they might not even know about it. Climbing the wall to escape on foot doesn’t guarantee safety. Try going straight out through the entrance and exit for the airport’s service vehicles."

Indeed, it was a bold plan, advice from Wind Vane, the master of escapes.

Then let’s go.

With pistol in hand, Gao Yi began searching for the airport entrance and exit Feng Biao mentioned; that’s when Feng Biao urgently said again, "The exit is behind you, just beyond where the emergency vehicles were waiting for us, the northwest corner. Don’t turn around; circle around; stay close to the plane, I feel they won’t dare to hit it."

The airport had plenty of planes, and if Gao Yi just turned and drove close to those parked planes, he might actually avoid enemy fire.

Uncertain if it would work, but it was worth a try.

Gao Yi, like a mouse that had burst into a china shop, dashed wildly across the airport in his vehicle. The Libyans, as proprietors, were full of apprehensions, never daring to shoot. Even though the Americans might indirectly control the country, they didn’t directly control these forces. So even if the Americans didn’t care about smashing the china shop, it didn’t matter because no one listened to them.

The situation was now very delicate.

Gao Yi drove on; several vehicles were in pursuit behind him, but evidently, not even CIA personnel were directly overseeing those chases. The vehicles had closed in to within a hundred meters, but no one had yet fired at Gao Yi.

The man with the sunglasses radio was consistently quiet, without any sound.

Extending his arm, Gao Yi yanked the still-unconscious man with sunglasses toward him, pulling off his earpiece radio—the spring wire was extendable—so he placed the earpiece directly to his own ear.

"Target is trying to leave the airport, intercept, fire! Fire! Damn you!"

There was an angry and urgent shout in the radio, but immediately after, a heavily accented voice spoke in English: "I’ve said we need authorization; we’re just here to help with the capture, but we can’t attack a French plane."

"It’s not a plane in front of you! It’s just a damn ambulance! Fire!"

"We haven’t received the command to fire!"

"Damn you, Falke! Notify the airport guard troops, block the exit; don’t let him get away!"

"I’m unable to contact the airport guard troops; I’m only responsible for this operation. If you want the airport guard troops to cooperate, you need to contact them through the airport—I have no authority to command them."

This radio was the way the Americans and Libyans communicated and coordinated, and right now, they were bickering.

Perfect, hope was rising.