Chapter 157 I’ll Give You 10 Seconds!

"No other heavy firepower weapons were found. You can hover and keep control!"

Meister, who was sitting in the co-pilot seat, spoke in a cold tone. He did not look like a researcher who had never been involved in field missions.

"Understood, ready to deter!"

Melinda, who was sitting in the main pilot seat on the other side, did not feel anything wrong. She controlled the Quinjet to turn around in the air, and then slowly hovered not far from the transport helicopter.

"CH-148 Cyclone transport? Are they Canadians? Why did these guys come to trouble us?"

When Melinda saw the paint and number on the fuselage clearly, she confirmed the other party's identity.

Reaching out to open the loudspeaker of the fighter, Melinda shouted at the scrapped transport plane on the ground whose engine had stopped.

"Give you 10 seconds to get off the plane, otherwise we will attack the transport plane indiscriminately! 10!"

Leaving no room for the other party to bargain, Melinda started counting down as soon as she finished the last sentence.

SHIELD, never negotiate!

At the same time, Meister in the co-pilot seat also operated the fire control system to warm up, and the six barrels of the Gatling gun under the fuselage that had just stopped rotating again.

It seemed that he was frightened by Melinda's tough attitude, or he was forced to keep the Gatling gun on standby at any time.

The co-pilot of the transport plane hurriedly stretched out a hand from the hanging window on the side. In a hurry, he couldn't find anything to replace the white flag.

He could only use the flight manual printed on white paper as a white flag and waved it in the air twice to show their surrender.

"I said get off the plane!"

Melinda's tone was still cold, but she didn't count down again.

Before this matter was figured out, they had to leave two people alive.

When circling just now, she saw the two pilots in the helicopter cockpit, but she didn't know the situation in the cabin.

Although the machine gun had been destroyed by Meister, who knew if a guy holding an RPG would come out of it.

"Scan that helicopter!"

This sentence was said to Fitz. Melinda couldn't spare her hands to do the inspection for the time being. She had to be ready to avoid unknown attacks at any time.

After all, the beam that just shot up into the sky was no joke. Melinda was very sure that the Quinjet she was driving could not withstand that thing.

"No other personnel and weapons were found. The cabin was empty."

Fitz had already completed the infrared thermal scan when the fighter was hovering. The situation in the cabin had been "seen" clearly by him at this time.

As he was talking, a figure with his hands raised came out of the open side door of the CH-148 Cyclone transport.

Looking at the pilot's helmet worn by the other party, it was obviously the pilot of the helicopter.

"Check if they have any hidden weapons."

After the two pilots got off the helicopter one after another, Fitz gave Melinda a positive answer.

"They are not carrying weapons. Should we go down and control them?"

Melinda was silent for a while, and did not answer Fitz's question immediately.

She thought the little guys would vomit if they saw the bloody mess below.

"No, let Lainie take care of it later."

Trying not to show any abnormality, Melinda adjusted the angle of the fighter plane lightly.

Fitz nodded and didn't ask any more questions. In fact, he had already seen the bloody mess when he scanned the helicopter just now.

Maybe because the SAN value did not drop significantly when observed through the monitor, the few people in the cabin did not show too strong discomfort.

Only Skye's face turned pale, and she was trying not to look in front of the cockpit.

Simmons's face was also a little strange, but she was used to biological research and had dissected many mice and rabbits, so she didn't react much.

"Good job, it's really a big help!"

After learning the situation outside through the radar system, Lainie was relieved. To be honest, the Gatling machine gun posed a great threat to her.

With such a dense rain of bullets, Lainie could not use the void containment to capture all the bullets.

In just a dozen seconds, at least a hundred bullets were embedded in the ice above Lainie's head.

If she hadn't reacted in time, retracted her body and jumped back into the cabin, she would have been shot to pieces!

"Huh, it's solved up there, Melinda and Mester are in control."

Hearing this, Coulson nodded. He had also heard Mester's voice after the communication channel was connected.

So he could roughly guess what was going on on the ice at this time.

He walked over to Lainie and took a look. He was sure that the girl was fine except for the ice chips on her body. Only then did Coulson put his heart back into his stomach.

"It seems that these things you prepared are useless."

After returning the Victor submachine gun to Lainie, Coulson turned his head and looked in the direction of the bomber cockpit.

"If the guys outside are really Canadians, then this matter may not be that simple."

Coulson frowned. The mission was kept secret throughout the whole process. They only announced to the public that they were searching for the crashed plane and the pilot.

The only people who knew the truth about the mission were the members of the investigation team and Captain Atef Morgan, a veteran agent of S.H.I.E.L.D.

Could it be that his old friend had betrayed him?

But that didn't make sense.

This old friend of mine has been in the backline for many years. Apart from driving ships, he has rarely been involved in frontline missions of SHIELD.

If it weren't for the fact that his destination this time was the Arctic, he probably wouldn't have remembered that he knew such an old agent.

Or was it because of the last rescue operation that the group of people were targeted?

Did this group of Canadians set their sights on the Quinjet?

Coulson didn't jump to conclusions. After all, this involved a senior SHIELD agent. He decided to wait until the investigation was clear before reporting to Nick Fury.

"You go up first. I'll go to Mr. Rogers to see the situation."

He was more worried about Steve Rogers' "body". The enemy's machine guns had affected the cockpit just now.

Lainie nodded and had no opinion. She knew very well how important Captain America was to Coulson.

But she knew very well that the man was fine now and was still lying in the ice coffin.

But just when Lainie was about to repeat the same trick and climb back onto the ice, a series of gunshots interrupted her movements.

…

“Get down! Hold your head with both hands!”

Under the threat of the M-134 Gatling gun under the Quinjet, the two helicopter pilots both raised their hands and held their heads.

However, before the two of them could get down, there was a sudden movement in the center of the "bombing zone" not far away.

A bloody big hand suddenly stretched out from the "ruins" made of ice, which looked very much like the scene in some zombie movies.

Noticing this scene, the two were so scared that their legs went limp, and they looked at the back of the Quinjet with incredible faces.

Bang, bang, bang!

Accompanied by a series of gunshots, the two unlucky pilots slowly fell to the ice with fear on their faces.