Ultimate Firepower
Chapter 625 - 599 Three People

Chapter 625: Chapter 599 Three People

The headquarters here couldn’t make this decision, and the Indo-Pacific Command didn’t dare to take on this responsibility either. So, sending fighter jets to escort and granting them permission to open fire could only have been authorized by the Pentagon.

One against four, but the American fighter jets clearly had more confidence.

After timidly retreating in the first suicidal confrontation, Ben’s four fighter jets clearly lost both the courage and the reason to continue the dogfight.

Unable to attack or collide, and ignored when issuing warnings, Ben’s fighters could only stay in the air to escort the transport plane.

So the four of Ben’s fighters had to leave, and two United States Navy jets arrived to escort the transport plane, now with three fighter jets as escort.

Nevan returned to Gao Yi’s side with a look of satisfaction. After sitting back in his chair, he said relaxedly, "Now it’s good, no one will disturb us anymore."

Gao Yi had no idea what was happening outside. He only knew that it seemed Ben had sent planes to intercept them, but he hadn’t seen anything, so he had no direct impression.

"What, you drove them away?"

"Yes, we drove them away."

"Where are we flying to land, and how long will it approximately take?"

Nevan whispered, "We’re flying to Anderson Base in Guam. After landing there, a private jet will come to pick us up. The flight will take about four hours."

Gao Yi asked puzzledly, "Aren’t we directly flying to the mainland United States?"

"Guam is the closest U.S. territory, and reaching Guam is safe enough. Currently, Ben’s situation is quite bad, with a shortage of transport capacity, so this plane can quickly carry out the second evacuation task. More importantly, this plane isn’t safe enough."

Pointing to the noisy passengers in the cabin, Nevan said helplessly, "The time was too tight to check everyone. Many people on this plane carry weapons; someone even bringing a bomb is possible. Fortunately, Ben is currently in a communication blackout, making communication inconvenient. Otherwise, I suspect someone would have infiltrated, and if a bomb were casually detonated on the plane, it would be trouble."

"Enough, stop talking, Guam is fine, let’s just go to Guam."

Gao Yi had experienced an aviation accident before; the plane arranged by the French had an incident, forcing him to make an emergency landing once. Now, he only hoped to reach Guam safely.

Nevan nodded and once again called over his subordinates, whispering, "Closely monitor all the passengers in the cabin, especially the ones of Ben’s nationality. Embassies are key targets for espionage infiltration, so watch everyone’s actions closely, and immediately inspect if you find anything suspicious."

The subordinates received the order and left. Several CIA staff were scattered throughout the cabin, continuously monitoring all passengers without stopping.

Gao Yi couldn’t help but hold Lucy’s hand, then whispered, "Don’t worry, nothing will happen."

"I’m not scared."

Lucy responded confusedly, then said in a way without much understanding, "Are you the one who’s scared?"

What could Gao Yi say? He just felt that when someone is up in the air, they completely lose their ability to control their destiny. If the plane crashes, everyone is doomed, so feeling a bit nervous is natural.

Gao Yi turned to look at Yuri sitting behind him.

Yuri smiled slightly and nodded.

Yuri looked extremely relaxed, making Gao Yi feel much more at ease as well.

It should be fine. The biggest advantage of the communication cutoff is that Ben’s instructions cannot be timely delivered to their spies.

The flight continued, as time passed bit by bit.

The flight altitude was about nine thousand meters, reaching Guam in about three or four hours. For now, this flight seemed stable.

Once they reached Guam, they would switch to the CIA’s private jet; at that time, there would be no strangers on the plane, making it completely safe. It indeed would be much better than flying this noisy and uncomfortable military transport directly to the mainland United States.

About halfway through the flight, just over the Pacific Ocean, suddenly, someone stood up from their seat.

"Banzai!"

An Asian face abruptly stood up from the chair, raising his arm in a high shout, then suddenly turned to point at the area where Gao Yi and the others were seated, shouting loudly, "Heaven’s Punishment!"

Nevan shouted in alarm, "Control... take him down!"

Among Ben’s employees working for the Americans, many are American-born Japanese. It’s normal for these American employees to be evacuated quickly, and one can’t be too sure about how many Japanese spies are among these employees.

There wouldn’t be many, but mixing in one or two could be very troublesome.

Like now, when forced landing seemed hopeless, suddenly someone from Ben stood up, shouting Banzai, launching a suicidal attack, which is indeed hardly defendable.

Nevan didn’t hesitate to give orders, and his men were already focused on the few passengers of Ben’s nationality; when that Ben stood up yelling, at least three guns were pointed at his head.

But while someone was shouting, a caucasian-looking passenger quietly pulled the pin from a hand grenade in his bag, then nonchalantly tossed it aside.

One hand grenade couldn’t destroy the plane but could damage it, and it wasn’t just one hand grenade that was thrown, but two.

The second hand grenade was thrown backward, targeting the area where Gao Yi and his group were sitting.

Bang bang—four consecutive gunshots sounded. The shouting passenger’s head splattered with blood and collapsed back into his seat without a sound.

As for the passenger who threw a hand grenade against the side cabin wall, his first action of throwing the grenade was very concealed, not being killed in time. However, while throwing the second grenade, he needed a large turning movement for accuracy.

It was at this moment that another Asian suddenly stood up behind, just as the caucasian passenger let go of the hand grenade while throwing it backward, and this Asian passenger caught the hand grenade at once.

The caucasian passenger was quickly shot dead by CIA operatives, and the passenger who caught the grenade looked around as if in despair and said, "Damn it all...

With a grief-stricken despairing curse, he suddenly clutched the grenade to his chest, bowing like a shrimp.

With a boom, the first grenade exploded, detonating beside the cabin wall.

Another boom, the second grenade also exploded, in the arms of some inexplicable Asian.

Blood and gore didn’t fly everywhere as Gao Yi couldn’t see the scene, but he heard that all-too-familiar national curse.

The passengers were in chaos, the cabin wall was blasted with small holes, and a sharp whistling filled the cabin as cold air rapidly flooded in.

Three people did different things, and three people died.

It seemed utterly bewildering.

But Gao Yi knew what happened because he was Mr. Gao.