Chapter 275 Let the Beauty See What It Means to Be Thick and Hard!

"We don't have ammunition reserves for your MP7, but I can provide you with some other weapons."

While everyone in the B2 team was sorting out their equipment, Leni took out a bunch of tactical equipment including bulletproof inserts from the warehouse in front of them.

During the combat mission in Tripoli just now, a bullet hit the chest of the Alloy Team truck. If the bulletproof inserts hadn't been strong enough and the enemy's ammunition was of really high quality, the truck would have had a few ribs broken off.

"Thank you, that's a big help."

Price didn't bother to ask what exactly Launcher's ability was. He knew very well that you shouldn't ask around about some things. Knowing too much was not a good thing.

Hassan on the ground is an example. His forehead is still green, and he shows no signs of waking up at all. He can't wake up no matter what.

"I suggest you concentrate on the 4.6*30mm caliber bullets you have. I can provide you with two 5.56mm assault rifles, including FN SCAR-L and M4 Sopmod Block1."

Leni took out two extra weapons from the warehouse that were specially prepared for Ward and Natasha before departure. Leni, who was always used to preparing with multiple hands, never lacked such combat equipment in the warehouse.

"But I think they alone may not be able to meet your firepower needs, so there is also an MK46 light machine gun and 400 rounds of spare ammunition, which should be enough for you."

Upon hearing this, the truck standing aside soaking in P90's eyes lit up. He hurriedly squeezed through the frost beside him and came to the front, taking the big guy from Leni's hand.

"Haha, this kind of big thing is suitable for me. A gadget like the P90 is too watery to use, and the bullets can even scratch the gaps between my teeth!"

The truck held the MK46 up and down for a while, checking it back and forth several times before returning safely.

Leni looked at him a little funny, shook her head and joked:

"Remember to return it to me when you're done with it. It's my private collection."

"Haha, don't worry, I know what beauty is capable of! Hahaha!"

The truck's laughter was very bold, and it also diffused a lot of the tense atmosphere in the cabin.

Sandman patted Truck's shoulder and told him to restrain himself. There were a lot of ladies here.

Truck scratched his head honestly, suppressed his smile and stepped aside to continue getting familiar with his big guy.

"We are about to arrive at the scheduled airspace, please be prepared!"

At this moment, Melinda's cold voice reached everyone's ears through the radio. The members of the B2 team quickly gathered their minds and began to prepare for the next battle.

Leni turned her head and glanced at the holographic screen, which was showing the image of the Benghazi port captured by the Quinjet at this time.

With the help of the thermal imaging system, everyone was able to clearly see the situation in the container yard at this time. In the huge yard, countless containers were listed there, and one of the containers marked by the system was the target of the operation. The ultimate goal - a mobile missile launch platform!

"Contact the AC-130 gunship and tell them we have arrived. Pay attention to Identification Friend or Foe!"

Melinda reminded Natasha in the co-pilot seat next to her, then slowly adjusted the fuselage of the Quinjet and began to think about lowering the height of the container yard area.

As soon as everyone decided on the action, Natasha took over Mestre's position and got on the co-pilot of the Quinjet.

After all, this mission is unusual, and the inexperienced Mester may not be able to cope with all emergencies, so it is more reliable to let Natasha operate the weapon system.

"Call the Angel of Death, this is Aegis 13, responsible for handling nuclear weapons, identification code *****, we are about to land in the port area, please pay attention to identification of friend or foe!"

Natasha skillfully sent the friend-or-foe identification code to the AC-130 gunship hovering in the sky so that the other party could determine the friend-or-foe attributes of the Quinjet.

"The Angel of Death has received it, the identification code has passed, and you can land, but I don't seem to see you."

The AC-130 crew looked at the sky outside through the hanging window for a long time, and checked against the radar system several times. As a result, they did not find the so-called Aegis 13 fighter.

Only when the Quinjet actually began to descend, did the AC-130 crew see what appeared to be a Quinjet through the thermal imaging system.

"This is unbelievable? Are their planes invisible?"

The co-pilot of the AC-130 exclaimed in amazement. This kind of super fighter aircraft that only exists in science fiction movies actually exists in reality!

The pilot on the other side couldn't help but sigh in his heart. If he could fly that kind of fighter plane once in his life, he would probably die without regrets.

The driver deliberately lowered his voice and said in a magnetic voice:

"I've noticed you. A large number of rebels are approaching from your south side. Please stay hidden!"

When Natasha heard this, a smile appeared on her lips. She knew that the other party was showing off her muscles, so she simply gave her enough face and gave him a chance to show off.

"Then it's up to you!"

After getting the answer they wanted, the two AC-130 pilots looked at each other and laughed.

"Don't worry, it will be done in minutes!"

After cutting off the communication, AC-130's internal communication channel immediately sounded a series of cheers:

"Let the beauty take a good look at our firepower! Let her know how satisfying it is to have something big and thick!"

"Woohoo! Fire, fire!"

"40mm guns ready! Fire!"

Boom, boom, boom!

The 20mm Vulcan guns in the air, almost in a line, quickly crossed the night sky, harvesting the lives of the rebel soldiers below like harvesting wheat.

During this period, several 40mm Bofors automatic cannon shells fell to the ground, giving the enemy no chance to hide in the bunkers, and even houses could be easily destroyed.

Of course, although the AC-130's air strikes made a lot of noise, the actual number of enemies killed was less than 10.

After all, the rebels are not all fools. Knowing that there are enemies in the sky, they dare to send infantry on a large scale. That is clearly sending people to die.

"Well done, you helped a lot."

Natasha did not hesitate to praise, after all, this was also a good intention.

"It's nothing, this is what we should do, the nuclear weapons are left to you."

The AC-130 pilot said modestly, then cut off the communication and bumped fists with the co-pilot next to him.

"Woohoo! It's great!"

"The voice on the other side is so nice, why don't you want a contact method!"

"You're right, it's hard not to support!"

Listening to the crew's howling on the radio, the pilot coughed lightly.

"Ahem! Concentrate on it! Look at you all, you have never seen the world, you are just getting started, do what you should do, and wait until the mission is over!"

"Oh~cowardly!"

"Cowardly as hell! There are still nuclear bombs below! Pay attention!"

Until the word nuclear bomb appeared, the crew members restrained their smiles on their faces and refocused their attention on the ground.

That's right, there is still a nuclear bomb that has not been resolved...