Living in North America, working from 9 to 5

Chapter 176 F-16 attacks!

After hanging up the phone, Roy looked at Guzman Jr.'s back, with a creepy coldness in his eyes.

Jonathan turned around and saw Roy's murderous eyes, and he shuddered involuntarily.

Little Guzman, wearing an orange prison uniform, ran through the grass, crawled through a dog hole in the barbed wire, and accelerated towards the Gulfstream business jet parked on the runway.

A white man in a suit and sunglasses walked out of the cabin and pulled Guzman Jr. onto the business jet.

The cabin door slowly closed...

The sound of the engine revving up was heard inside the police car.

Jonathan looked at the business jet slowly starting to taxi and asked, "I just heard you call to intercept that plane?"

Roy said, "Yes."

hiss--

Jonathan gasped.

He looked at Roy with shocked eyes: "Since you don't want him to leave, why don't you just arrest him?"

Roy said: "My mission was to rescue and escort him safely onto the plane. Now my mission is complete and he can die."

"..." Jonathan smacked his lips. "When he uttered the word 'master' just now, I knew he was dead, but I never expected that he would die in this way."

Roy smiled slightly: "He also said I was a dog."

Jonathan: "..."

The next second, Jonathan looked at the plane taxiing on the runway with great sympathy.

The Gulfstream business jet lifted its wheels off the ground and flew off into the distance.

Jonathan murmured, "To intercept a plane, either launch a surface-to-air missile or launch a fighter jet to intercept it. Does Irina really have this ability?"

"Let's wait and see." Roy turned his head and looked at Jonathan, "Come on, shoot me a few times with your M1911..."

Roy pushed the door and got out of the car. He looked around but didn't see anyone nearby. This was a suburb and the airport was surrounded by tall weeds. The police car was parked in the weeds.

According to Roy's plan, a few shots were necessary.

Jonathan followed Roy out of the police car, took out his M1911, screwed on the silencer, and aimed at Roy's chest.

"bring it on!"

Five meters away, Jonathan held the gun in both hands.

Taking a deep breath, he raised his pistol, aimed at Roy's bulletproof vest on his chest, pulled the trigger, and five bullets hit the bulletproof vest in five places.

Roy's body didn't even shake...

Afterwards, Jonathan drove Roy back to the city.

at the same time……

At Andrews Air Force Base in Washington, DC, District of Columbia, two bomb-carrying F-16 fighter jets taxied simultaneously, took off from the ground and soared into the sky.

Inside a Gulfstream business jet.

"Hahahahaha! I'm free!" Little Guzman laughed wildly, "Wine, any wine? I want to drink!"

The man in the suit winked at the stewardess.

The stewardess held out a bottle of whiskey.

Little Guzman pulled the stewardess into his arms, snatched the bottle of wine, and took a big gulp directly from the bottle.

Putting down the bottle, Guzman began to make advances towards the Mexican stewardess: "Fuck, I haven't had a taste of a woman in over two months."

The flight attendant knew the identity of the person in front of her. Not only did she not dare to resist, but she also had to try her best to please him, otherwise she would definitely not be able to land alive.

The next second, the stewardess knelt on the floor...

Little Guzman picked up the whiskey, poured half a cup into the glass, and said as he drank, "What a pity, that dog doesn't know his master. I gave him 100 million but he still refused to follow me."

Turning his head to look at the white man sent by his father, little Guzman continued: "Do you know who saved me?"

The white man sat in another seat and said to Guzman Jr., "Mr. Guzman said it was the White Widow."

"White Widow?" Little Guzman thought as he enjoyed himself, and then said, "Our consignee in France?"

The white man nodded: "Yes!"

Little Guzman narrowed his eyes slightly and said, "That woman is very good and very tasty. I want to fuck her. When I go back to see my father, I will go to France to fuck her. Hahaha!"

Thinking of the White Widow, little Guzman showed an evil smile on his face. In an instant, he suddenly felt that the Mexican stewardess in front of him was not attractive anymore. He kicked the stewardess away, turned sideways and looked at another young Angolan stewardess and hooked his finger at her.

The Angolan flight attendant did not dare to resist and knelt down in front of little Guzman. Little Guzman closed his eyes and fantasized about the White Widow in his head.

After a while, Guzman Jr. opened his eyes, grabbed the Angolan stewardess's head, pulled her up from the ground, and then pushed her onto her seat.

In the sky, two F-16s were flying towards this side at high speed.

"Thunderbird calling Honeycomb, it is estimated that the target can be visually sighted in two minutes, over..." The F-16 leader reported to Andrews Air Force Base.

"The Hive received it and will execute it according to the scheduled procedure."

"Yes!"

The two pilots pushed the throttle levers at the same time, increasing the propulsion power to 90%. The two F-16 fighter jets cut through the sky and flew straight towards the Gulfstream business jet.

Andrews Air Force Base Command Center.

Brigadier General Burns, head of the air force base, was standing in front of the radar monitoring screen, looking at the two F-16 icons on the radar screen.

"General, Thunderbird reporting, we'll be able to visually sight the target in two minutes." An Air Force lieutenant reported to General Burns.

General Burns nodded slightly to indicate that he understood.

In the sky, two F-16s are flying side by side at a speed of Mach 0.9.

The lead pilot turned his head and looked at his wingman: "Hummingbird, let's do something exciting first, what do you think?"

The hummingbird replied: "Scare them?"

Thunderbird said, "Follow me!"

One minute later...

"Beehive, I'm Thunderbird. I've sighted the target, altitude 26200, heading 75..."

"Hive received, executing standard interception procedures."

"Thunderbird received!"

Turning to look at his wingman, Thunderbird said over the radio: "Follow me!"

The two F-16 fighter jets tilted to the right and headed straight for the Gulfstream business jet flying at an altitude of 26200 feet.

Whizzing--

Two F-16 fighter jets flew side by side and quickly passed in front of the nose of the Gulfstream.

The sudden appearance of two fighter jets startled the two pilots in the Gulfstream cockpit. As their hands shook, the fuselage shook twice.

The shaking of the fuselage directly knocked little Guzman to the ground. The flight attendant grabbed the seat back tightly with both hands and turned to look at little Guzman lying on his back on the ground.

"Fuck, do you know how to fly a plane? I'll kill you two when we land." Little Guzman got up from the floor and rushed to the cockpit.

The next moment, he fell to the ground again.

When I looked back, I found that my pants were not pulled up.

"Horse riding!"

The angry little Guzman threw away his pants, rushed into the cockpit, and slapped the driver on the head: "Cabrón! (Asshole), do you know how to fly a plane?"

The pilot shrank his neck and pointed to the distance to the side: "Boss, look, two fighter jets just flew past us, so..."

Little Guzman half-crouched and saw through the cockpit glass the two F-16 fighters making a sharp turn. Then his face darkened: "What's going on?"

The driver shook his head.

The two F-16s made a large turn and disappeared in the blind spot of the Gulfstream cockpit. Guzman Jr. quickly ran out of the cockpit and tried to find the two fighter jets through the side windows, but he could not see anything.

Whizzing--

The Gulfstream fuselage shook violently again.

This time, the two F-16 fighter jets flew under the belly of the Gulfstream. When they passed the nose of the Gulfstream, they suddenly pulled up. The strong tail airflow disturbed the air, causing the small Gulfstream jet to shake violently.

Little Guzman lost his balance and fell again. This time his nose hit the armrest of the seat and blood slowly flowed out of his nose.

About ten seconds later...

Two F-16s fought, one on the left and one on the right, sandwiching the Gulfstream in the middle.

Little Guzman climbed up and entered the cockpit again. He bent down and held the seat backs of the pilot and co-pilot seats, and turned his head back and forth to look at the F-16s flying side by side on his left and right.

"What do you mean by asking them? Could it be?" Little Guzman suddenly felt a chill in his heart, thinking, could it be that they knew I was on this plane? Damn Cabrón!

The fighter pilot's voice came from the main driver's headset: "Gulfstream N11AF, adjust the communication band to the third emergency band."

The Gulfstream pilot quickly adjusted the communication frequency band.

The fighter pilot's voice came in again: "Gulfstream N11AF, we are the United States Air Force. We now suspect that there are fugitives hiding in your aircraft. Please follow me to Andrews Air Force Base immediately."

"repeat……"

"What are they talking about?" asked Guzman Jr.

The pilot took off his headset and said, "They spotted you and asked us to follow them to Andrews Air Force Base immediately."

"Damn it! No turning back!"

"But……"

"Cabrón! I say, no turning back! I don't want to go back to that damn prison..." Guzman Jr. roared loudly.

At this moment, the fighter pilot's call came again on the radio, still repeating what he had just said.

The pilot looked at Guzman and said cautiously, "We are now in American airspace. If we don't return as they ask, they will shoot us down..."

Little Guzman, who was not wearing pants, widened his eyes, which suddenly turned red. He pulled out the pistol from the man in the suit behind him, pulled the slide, and pointed it at the pilot's head: "I said, you are not allowed to return. Don't you understand?"

Beads of sweat gradually formed on the driver's forehead. At the same time, his throat rolled, he swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and nodded vigorously...

Guzman Jr. looked through the side window at one of the F-16 pilots: "Turn on the radio. I want to hear what they say."

The co-pilot turned on the cabin radio.

The F-16 pilot's voice came into Guzman's ears through the loudspeaker: "The warning is over, may God bless you..."

The next moment, the two F-16s flew away sideways.

"What are they going to do?" asked little Guzman in panic.

The pilot murmured, "They must have gone behind us. If we don't return, they will shoot us down..."

"damn it!!!"

The two F-16s met 300 meters behind the tail of the Gulfstream.

"Thunderbird calling Hive. Three warnings have been given, but the other party still shows no sign of turning. Waiting for the next instruction..."

(End of this chapter)