Taxes are only within machine gun range!

Chapter 304 Can we steal the decisive weapon?

Wow…

Ground staff are working hard to prepare for the plane's landing.

The original crew of pilots returned to their positions and were responsible for communicating with the control tower and other airport staff.

Flora then gave herself a final check, waved her hand briefly, and said, "The cargo hold will be opened in 10 seconds. Over."

"receive."

"……receive."

Groups A, B, and C were deployed. One group entered the terminal via the jet bridge to control as many hostages as possible and to cut off as much of the airport's external communication equipment as possible.

One group disembarked through the rear hatch, and the last group disembarked through the cargo hatch.

Flora's squad, Group B, which operates through the cargo door, is the combat team with the most challenging mission, whose ultimate goal is to find the "weapon of the final battle."

"10..."

"3..."

"1! Open the door!!!"

boom!
Almost simultaneously, all the doors on the plane were opened, sunlight streamed in, and Flora saw two ground staff members chatting and laughing as they prepared to unload the luggage.

The two men were stunned when they saw several fully armed special forces soldiers jump off the plane with M16A1 rifles and point their cold gun barrels at them.

No, wasn't this a passenger plane just now?

Was the plane hijacked?

That's impossible! Why would people with that kind of equipment hijack a plane? A single piece of their gear could buy a life in the slums!

Flora didn't care what these people thought. She waved her hand, and two soldiers rushed forward, skillfully binding the two of them with restraints and confiscating all communication devices that could be used to contact the outside world.

"Seize the car!" Flora glanced at the team members charging towards the terminal from the jet bridge and nodded slightly. "Snipers, take your positions and prepare to eliminate all high-value targets!"

Soon, the special forces soldiers of Group BC boarded two jeeps and a shuttle bus.

The machine gunner with the PKM immediately found the best firing position, and the other special forces soldiers quickly loaded small-caliber mortars and various individual firearms onto the vehicles.

The commotion here may seem significant, but it actually lasts only a few minutes. Moreover, the airport runway is long and wide, so unless someone happens to be looking over, it's unlikely to attract much attention.

Flora glanced around: "Let's search the hangar over there first... Be careful of the guards there. I didn't see many civilian planes there; they've probably been temporarily requisitioned by the military."

"Yes!"

Da da da!
At this moment, silenced gunshots could be heard coming from inside the terminal!

The gunfight inside has already begun...

"Half an hour. The timer starts now." Flora's voice was steady. "Target: the first hangar by the north wing stairs. Proceed."

After approaching 500 meters, two men with little equipment, only carrying Type 56 assault rifles, suddenly emerged from the hangar, smoking as they walked.

The guard had barely caught a glimpse of the speeding jeep when he actually turned around, waved to Flora, flicked off his cigarette ash, and continued walking, chatting and laughing.

Two full seconds later, the two guards suddenly realized that something was wrong!

They frantically grabbed their Type 56 assault rifles, trying to raise them to stop the oncoming cars.

"Fire! Suppress the enemy!" Flora's command was short and forceful.

"Thump thump thump!" The PKM machine gun on the jeep roared first, the ammunition belt jumping wildly, and a dense line of fire instantly splashed over, tearing the two guards and the metal door of the hangar behind them, sending sparks flying.

The two men fell to the ground before they could even raise their guns.

Boom boom boom!
The vehicle screeched to a halt in front of the massive hangar door. Flora and another soldier jumped down, quickly taking up positions on either side of the door to stand guard, while the rest used breaching explosives to secure the door locks and hinges.

"Three, two, one, explode!"

Boom!

Amidst the billowing smoke, the twisted gate was violently blasted open, and the entire iron gate collapsed with a crash!

The red dot of the infrared indicator swept across the dimly lit hangar.

When the smoke cleared, Flora saw two reasonably well-maintained aircraft—two F-5E fighter jets in the hangar!
The intelligence was correct; Honduras was indeed assembling its air force.

“Logically, these planes should be concentrated at field airfields further forward. Why are they here? Are they protecting something?” Flora frowned, but she didn’t think too much about it and calmly gave the order, “Demolition team, come up and blow up these two planes!”

"Yes!"

Watching the soldiers go up and install bombs in the engine ports, Flora breathed a slight sigh of relief—two F-5s, this victory was already quite substantial.

"Evacuate and continue searching for other hangars."

Flora glanced at the two enemy planes behind her that were about to be destroyed, then turned and left the hangar without giving them another look.

With a loud bang, two huge fireballs exploded behind her!
The loud explosion echoed throughout the entire airport!
Flora didn't look back at the explosion. She picked up the walkie-talkie and said, "Team A, report on the terminal situation."

"Team A reports! Terminal communications center suppressed! External lines cut off, main antenna destroyed, power cut off within the airport! Minor resistance eliminated! Over!" A calm report came through the headset from Team A.

Flora spoke rapidly: "Eliminate any possible scattered guards, take control of the control tower, and ensure no planes take off or land. Occupy the high ground, and use the loudspeaker to inform everyone in the airport that they must lie down and not move. Tell everyone that if anyone is seen trying to leave the airport, shoot them on sight without warning or identification."

"receive."

"..."

Just then, the voice of the deputy commander of Group B suddenly came through the radio.

"Report to 'Bottle,' multiple pickup trucks and SUVs are approaching us! And one is attempting to approach our passenger plane!"

The loud explosions and gunfire finally drew attention...

Boom boom boom!
The airport guards were already firing, and the 10 soldiers left to defend the passenger plane also raised their guns at the same time, unleashing a barrage of fire at the approaching enemy!
Flora found cover as quickly as possible, stretched out her right hand, and shook her finger at a soldier holding a tube next to her: "Give it to me."

The special forces soldier was a little confused, but he still obeyed orders and handed over the AT-12T rocket launcher.

This rocket launcher is equipped with electro-optical aiming and has an effective range of over 200 meters!
As Flora released the safety and took aim, she said, "Machine gunner, suppress the left flank of the first vehicle on the right, force them to the right, and prevent them from making any irregular movements."

"Roger that!"

The next second, a fierce barrage of fire swept towards a bulletproof jeep, forcing it to turn right!
The car entered Flora's field of vision.

After calculating the lead time, Flora decisively pulled the trigger!

call out!
A 120mm armor-piercing rocket was launched at extremely high speed. A muffled yet violent explosion came from the front of the jeep. The scorching fireball instantly engulfed the car's engine, and various engine parts and car fragments were sprayed out like shrapnel.

Shrapnel and shockwaves engulfed the entire car in an instant, turning the soldiers inside into human-shaped charred remains within half a second.

too fast!
The enemies in the car didn't even realize they had entered effective firing range before being suppressed by machine gunners. Before they could even make two maneuvers, they were launched into the air by rocket launchers.

boom!
Another explosion rang out, and the rocket launcher on the other side missed its target, narrowly evaded by an enemy jeep with a drift. However, this also exposed the armored vehicle's vulnerable flank!

Boom boom boom!
At this moment, the machine gunners operating the PKMs fired a salvo at the vehicle with perfect coordination. After taking several bullets and being dented with several deep cracks, the bulletproof glass finally reached its physical limit.

With a full magazine of ammunition and no worries about barrel life, the machine gunner almost never stopped firing!
Wow!

When the bulletproof glass shattered, it looked exactly like ordinary glass. A massive amount of machine gun bullets poured into the jeep's cargo compartment. One of the men had his neck broken by bullets, and one of his temples was hit, causing his head to explode. Only his chin remained hanging forlornly from his neck.

Boom boom boom…

Under the overwhelming firepower, the airport guards' attack was quickly thwarted, and the Honduran soldiers died tragically one by one.

“Half of Group C will go to guard the hangar, the rest of you follow me to continue searching the next hangar,” Flora said, glancing at her tactical watch. “We have 20 minutes left, hurry.”

Wow…

The special forces soldiers, dressed in heavy bulletproof vests, ran in groups of four, following Flora toward the second hangar.

"Two A37 'Dragonfly's, the third squad leading the charge will stay behind and bomb them, then follow the main force to cover the rear."

"Yes!"

boom! boom! boom!
Flora calmly searched every hangar, and without hesitation, destroyed anything that had even the slightest connection to military equipment.

"Strange, why is there not a single person in these hangars... Logically, if there were important equipment here, there should be some technicians and soldiers, right?"

Flora frowned and waved for her men to follow; she was going to continue searching every hangar.

"Hangarorie 4, demolition team, prepare..."

boom!
After the gate was blown up, a large transport plane came into view.

Flora peered through the smoke and immediately recognized it as a C-130—the Honduran military did indeed possess a C-130, perfectly matching the intelligence.

What puzzled her a little was that there was a large number of weapons in the hangar—a 40mm Bofors cannon, a 30mm GAU-8 seven-barrel Gatling gun similar to the A10 "Warthog," and some weapons that were shrouded in smoke and could not be seen clearly for the time being.

In the distance, a dozen technicians dressed in ground crew uniforms and military uniforms stood frozen in fear, huddled in a corner with their heads in their hands, still holding tools or parts in their hands.

An officer in the corner seemed to have realized who the newcomers were, and he yelled as he reached for his pistol at his waist: "Enemy attack! Take them out!"

Boom boom boom!
As soon as he finished speaking, gunfire erupted, riddling the officer with bullets.

"Everyone, take off your clothes, turn your backs to me, and raise your hands." Flora looked at the technicians, showing no intention of taking action, but coldly warned, "Any unnecessary movement will be considered an act of hostility, and there will be no warning. Our great Guatemalan National Defense Force soldiers will deliver the most just verdict on you."

"..."

No one dared to speak, no one dared to question Flora's words; everyone obediently took off their clothes and raised their hands against the wall.

Flora looked at the C-130 without any particular thought, issuing the standard orders: "Time is of the essence, focus on destruction. Plug the engines and avionics core with explosives... Wait! Don't move, don't move anything!"

Because they were familiar with the route, some soldiers were ready to move out before Flora could finish speaking.

But Flora suddenly stopped them from doing so.

At this moment... the smoke from the explosion had dissipated.

Flora's attention was completely drawn to the lone C-130 in front of her.

As a former NATO special forces member, she was very familiar with this type of transport aircraft—the standard four-engine design, high-mounted wings, and large cargo door at the rear; everything looked so normal.

But when Flora walked around to the left side of the plane, her gaze froze!
Something's not right. The port landing gear bay of this C-130 is noticeably more prominent than the right side, and its outline is more irregular.

This C-130 is asymmetrical!

It looks rather strange from the left...

Behind the port landing gear bay, there are several raised fairings and some square doors that shouldn't be on a transport aircraft.

All of these modifications cannot be completed in a short time, nor can they be done simply by modifying the C-130. They require time and effort, as well as a design team and workers with sufficient technical expertise, and can only be completed in a professional factory.
Flora held her breath, gripped the M4A1 tightly in her hand, and took a few steps forward.

There is also a 105mm howitzer on the ground.

"Fuck me..."

"Damn it, this isn't a C-130!"

"This is an AC-130 with its weapons removed!!! An 'airborne gunship'!"

"I know what Arsu's secret weapon is. It's not a single weapon, but hiding the AC-130 and relying on the Honduran Air Force to gain a certain degree of air superiority so that this hidden AC-130 can suddenly appear on the battlefield!"

The AC-130 is a true weapon of mass destruction. If it can't be brought down, it can remain airborne for several hours to conduct direct close-range attacks. Its firepower is as fierce as its name suggests: "gunship"!
It could completely negate Milton's artillery advantage on the battlefield, and even suppress Milton's troops.

The extent of the damage caused by such an aerial Grim Reaper suddenly appearing over an army preparing to cross the river is unimaginable!
At this moment, a soldier noticed Flora's brief moment of hesitation and whispered a reminder: "Sir, there are still 15 minutes left. Should we destroy it immediately and start the evacuation plan?"

Flora really wanted to contact Milton right now, tell him what was going on here, and let him make the decision.

I should have known better than to persuade Milton not to come to the front lines... He only has himself to blame.

After a brief hesitation, Flora took a deep breath and made a decision: "Groups AC will proceed with the original plan and prepare to evacuate... Group B and I will carry out Plan C."

"What is Plan C?" someone asked, puzzled. "No, are there only Plans A and B?"

"Plan C was a last-minute decision... This plane can't be destroyed. Call over the two pilots from the civilian airline and have them take this AC-130 away! Tie the ground crew over too. Even if it kills us, we have to refuel it and get this plane to Quetzaltenango!!!"

Even these battle-hardened elites, who had survived countless battles and crawled out of piles of corpses, were shocked by this order!

So, the frontline commander changed the battle plan at the last minute?

Flora said coldly, "I am the highest commander on the front line. I have the authority to make any arrangements. This is the authority that the 'Hell Tax Collector' has given me. Listen to my orders and execute Plan C immediately."

At this point, Milton's respect for the frontline commander's decisions, his refusal to micromanage from the rear, his lack of accountability even for mistakes made by the frontline commander, and his reputation for being a "wise man after the event" allowed Flora to act freely and make what she believed to be the most correct choice.

It was at this moment that Flora once again personally experienced what a "good leader" truly meant.

It is only at the most critical moment that you can truly appreciate how good this kind of leader is.

"Roger that!" The special forces soldiers immediately forgot about Plan A and B and asked, "Should we load this equipment onto the plane?"

“It’s too late.” Flora shook her head. “The overall frame of the plane is already complete. We can fly it back and install it. It’s not difficult at all—the most difficult and expensive modifications have already been done for us by Arsu.”

As soon as he finished speaking, two former Soviet pilots arrived by car—behind them were ground crew members with guns pointed at them. To ensure the two pilots wouldn't cause trouble, they would also be taken onto the plane later.

When they saw the AC-130, a look of shock flashed across their eyes.

Flora was relieved by Milton's extreme caution in requesting two crews, one civilian and one military, and asked, "Can it fly?"

"...Yes! It's not difficult if you get used to it a little."

“Very good.” Flora nodded. “Come with me to board the plane, and we’ll fly this AC-130 home…and give the ‘Hell Tax Collector’ a big surprise.”

(End of this chapter)