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Chapter 303 Death from the Sky
Flora rubbed her hands together excitedly: "I think the plan is indeed feasible... Honduras and Uganda are about the same level of abstraction, and the opponent we are facing is actually similar to the one Israel faced back then."

"But the problem is, we don't have that much training time."

Milton shook his head, pointed to Rio Amarillo Airport in Honduras on the map, and said, "Our objective here isn't that difficult... We don't need to rescue hostages, it's purely a destructive objective, we'll take them and leave."

The difficulty level will decrease significantly as long as the task does not involve rescuing hostages.

Pure sabotage missions can be carried out by brute force, using the most powerful weapons to attack the target, with a high degree of freedom of action. However, hostage rescue missions require precise control of the engagement range and intensity, and precise shooting is essential.

Once hostages are involved, the mission immediately becomes extremely passive.

Before the Entebbe operation, Israeli intelligence not only obtained the airport layout, but also knew the specific rooms where the hostages were being held and the guards' shift change times. Milton's pure sabotage mission only required him to know the location of the target facility and the defense deployment, so the intelligence requirements were not as high.

Milton added, "Moreover, we have better cover conditions than the Entebbe operation—our special operations troops went there by civilian airliner, not by disguised military aircraft, and we didn't have to risk being detected by the control tower."

“Okay… let’s discuss the specific details of the plan then.” Flora thought for a moment. “Most of the flights from Mexico to Honduras are E190 passenger planes, which can carry about 100 soldiers.”

"Now we must show the soldiers the layout of this airport so they can familiarize themselves with the internal environment."

"Fortunately, this airport is not very big. Once the plane lands, the soldiers should be able to easily spot the target on the runway."

Milton nodded slightly upon hearing this, and while mentally simulating the situation, he posed the question: "Very good... What if the soldiers don't spot the target immediately after disembarking from the plane?"

"That means the target is in the indoor hangar. With 100 special forces soldiers, it's enough to breach the hangar of an airport. The defenses there aren't very strong, and the Hondurans won't expect us to dare to cross the border and launch a military strike against them."

“Good.” Milton nodded. “The entire operation must be completed within 30 minutes. The operation team will be divided into three groups: A, B, and C. Group A will be responsible for cutting off the airport’s external communications, while groups B and C will be responsible for finding the ‘final weapon.’ Once the target is found, group B will be responsible for destroying it. Group C will leave immediately to find other valuable targets to sabotage. Any questions?”

The other officers shook their heads, indicating that there was no problem.

The simpler and clearer the plan, the more feasible it is.

Flora nodded and raised her hand, saying, "I have another question."

"what?"

Flora waved for the others to leave, and only after the door was closed did she ask, "Judging from your expression, are you planning to go there yourself?"

Milton nodded: "This is a very important special operation that requires a certain level of expertise."

He had almost maxed out his combat power on the panel, making him an extremely strong individual combat unit.

“I think you could try having one of your men carry out such a plan alone.” Flora rarely expressed her opposition. “I know you’re a good fighter… but you’re already the leader of a major warlord, and you’ll likely become the leader of a country soon. It’s a bit inappropriate for you to carry a gun and rush to the front lines as a lowly soldier.”

“This operation is too risky. The entire Pan Madre Group is actually being maintained by you alone. If anything goes wrong, the whole thing will collapse.”

"So I think it would be better to hand this operation over to me directly, and you can sit in Solora and be the commander-in-chief in the rear."

Milton listened carefully to every word Flora said, tapped the table with his finger, and after a long while asked, "Are you sure? Can you handle it?"

"You'll eventually have to get to this point eventually."

“That’s true…” Milton thought about Flora’s abilities carefully and nodded slightly. “Then you will be the commander-in-chief of this operation, and I will be responsible for planning all the things behind the scenes.”

"Ha!" Flora laughed. "Wait for my good news!"

“No need for that.” Milton shook his head. “I’ll hand over battlefield command to Brandon and Ismaila first. I’ll go to Mexico with you. Right now, you’ll be in charge of the operation, but I’ll handle the specific deployment.”

At this time, the internal struggle within the Mexican government had reached its peak. The old forces that had been "occupying" the presidency and refusing to leave, and the new forces that had won the election, were engaged in a final battle. The drug cartel, which had been crippled by Milton, took this opportunity to desperately recover its strength. The whole of Mexico was in chaos, and the federal government's power had been completely driven out of Chiapas.

Moreover, Chiapas was already under the de facto control of Milton's army.

“Okay…” Flora turned and left, waving her hand, “Then I’ll call the helicopter first.”

"..."

An hour later, Milton finished handing over command, turned around and walked out of the command room, and got into the UH-1 helicopter that was already waiting there.

Milton stepped forward, and only after settling in did he ask, "Have the special forces been selected?"

“They are the elite of the elite.” Flora could now say “elite” without any sense of strangeness. At least judging from their combat record, Milton’s troops could indeed be considered true elites. “A full 120 men, all of them are on tactical transport planes and are flying to the military airport in Chiapas. They will change their uniforms there, disguise themselves as passengers, and head to Tapachula International Airport.”

"The military aircraft flew at low altitude throughout the entire flight, so it would not be detected by anyone."

"The entire trip was kept secret until the special forces boarded the plane, at which point the crew of the commercial airliner would not know the truth."

"All other passengers' tickets have been refunded."

"Don't worry about passports and visas, it's a one-sided trip anyway, as long as we can get on the plane."

"We have contacted the airport and they will open a special check-in window for us. All our equipment can be safely transported onto the plane through this window."

"..."

beep...

As the helicopter took off, Flora's methodical arrangements were relayed to Milton's ears.

“Not bad…” Milton thought to himself with a touch of emotion, “The arrangements are very well done. It seems I really don’t need to go to the front lines myself every time. The arrangements are excellent.”

“We’ve been playing for so long, even an idiot would have made some progress by now,” Flora shrugged. “Besides, your system is very well-developed.”

To maintain stealth, helicopters also fly at low altitudes.

After leaving Solora, Milton clearly sensed that other places were different from before.

Traffic on the road has increased, and various construction sites can be seen in the distance, along with schools and railways that are being rushed to completion...

The power grid system built in cooperation with the state of Chiapas, and the oil resources that are still being transported by convoy.

In short, people are all busy and have things to do. As long as they have things to do, they will gradually become wealthier...

This impoverished little Central American country is now showing some signs of "prosperity".

Flora suddenly asked again, "By the way, have you thought about how we should build our own core competitive industries?"

This is a broad question, but Milton can understand it.

For example, the chip manufacturing process in Europe and the United States, the future complete industrial chain in China, and the extremely cheap and high-quality crude oil in Middle Eastern countries... No matter what it is, there must be at least one core industry to ensure global competitiveness.

Industrialization is necessary, but given Guatemala's size and the situation in Central America, competing with China is completely unrealistic.

Therefore, we must snatch a piece of meat from the mouths of Europe and America...

Milton thought for a moment and replied, "My current approach is to start with the healthcare industry... whether it's pharmaceuticals or medical devices."

The panel industry has a complete range of components, but the prices are too high, and it is difficult to manage the entire industry chain... At the same time, chips are a matter of the future, and talent cultivation should be gradually developed starting from the education sector. This is something that panel manufacturers cannot do, and we can only let nature take its course.

After much consideration, the industries that can take shortcuts through panels and have relatively high profits, and can serve as core pillars, are various medical devices and pharmaceuticals.

"You're really going down the path of offending the Americans," Flora chuckled. "The medical complex won't let you get away with this."

Milton shrugged: "Who cares? Send troops to attack me if you dare... Besides, it's too early to talk about this now. To accomplish these things, even if we take shortcuts, it will take at least a generation's effort and a great nation—I haven't even conquered the whole country yet."

"Too."

"..."

After a brief discussion about future plans, the helicopter arrived at the military airfield located on the border.

Even with the highest efficiency, such a large-scale operation still requires advance planning and arrangements. So the two rested at the airport for a whole day before changing into casual clothes and getting into a luxury sedan to arrive at Tapachula International Airport.

Upon exiting the car and entering the airport, several staff members dressed as VIPs greeted him. In less than 15 minutes, Milton arrived at an office specially prepared for him.

From this office, you can clearly see a commercial airliner parked outside, with ground staff constantly bringing luggage onto it.

A Mexican police officer said very seriously, “Reporting to ‘Father’ sir, the transport is going smoothly. All weapons have been safely put into transport and are being loaded onto the plane… From here to the Honduran airport, including takeoff, landing and taxiing, it will take about two and a half hours. Your soldiers need to complete the donning of their equipment and the assembly of some weapons within this time.”

"Father"... Do these Mexicans still use this term?

Milton's lips twitched slightly: "Hmm..."

The officer continued, "After boarding is complete, the control tower will inform the crew of the actual situation of the flight. At that time, the pilot you arranged will take over the aircraft, and they will cooperate with you."

To ensure the operation went perfectly, Milton also brought in two former Soviet pilots as a precaution.

The last remaining pilot took his seat in the cockpit of the F-5E fighter jet, ready to provide support in case of any unforeseen circumstances.

Flora stretched and yawned: "Then I'll go first... Hmm, not bad, they gave me a first-class ticket, I like it very much."

"..."

Thirty minutes after Flora left her office and headed to the departure lounge, the lounge's announcement system came on.

"Welcome aboard! We are now preparing to begin the boarding process for the flight to Rio Amarillo, Honduras. First Class passengers, Business Class passengers, and passengers with priority boarding rights are now invited to board."

"..."

"Passengers of... please proceed to the gate. For your convenience, please have your boarding pass and identification documents ready."

"..."

One hundred special forces soldiers lined up in a very orderly fashion and boarded the plane in sequence.

After all passengers have boarded, the aircraft doors are closed and the boarding bridge is retracted.

Almost simultaneously, a high-ranking airport official in the office suddenly took over the aircraft's radio, his voice very serious: "...Flight crew, this is Woven, I have an important message to give you."

"Your flight is serving a military operation. All the passengers on board are now special forces. They have been ordered to disguise themselves and board a civilian airliner to carry out a counter-terrorism mission."

"And you have only one task—to cooperate with them unconditionally."

"My identification code is..."

"The crew is allowed to confirm the authenticity of the operation with other senior personnel."

The crew of the commercial airliner were clearly shocked by the sudden news of the explosion. After a long while, the captain said in a daze, "Ah... yes, Mr. Woven."

Behind him, there were rustling sounds, clearly indicating that the military crew was taking over the entire cockpit, and that special forces soldiers were beginning to systematically retrieve luggage from the cargo hold and put on their equipment!

Next, it's a very simple, standard takeoff procedure.

Under the control tower's direction, the passenger plane lined up to enter the runway, slowly took off, and flew towards Honduras.

Everyone in the office held their breath.

Some people simply offered a prayer—the flight, which lasted less than two hours, felt like an entire day.

The flight went very smoothly, and no accidents occurred until the passenger plane transmitted back the message that it was about to land safely through military equipment!

As expected, the Honduran side never even considered the possibility that Milton might launch a surprise attack on their airport!
Flora's relaxed voice came through: "...Hmm, at a glance, it seems there are no 'final weapons'."

"The airport's defenses were quite weak, and it was unlikely to withstand a surprise attack by 100 people. I saw two guards who seemed to be taking something, completely unaware that death was about to fall from the sky."

"The aircraft is about to connect to the jet bridge and will proceed with its combat mission as planned..."

(End of this chapter)