Marvel Space and Time Administration Growth Log

"John? What kind of damn trouble have you run into?" Lancer asked. Perhaps it was because Lancer had just poured a bucket of gasoline on the firewood pile that was already emitting sparks, the atmosphere in the whole Ukraine was quite tense. On the way back, Lancer could already see the police and the army setting up checkpoints for inspection. However, Lancer and his team relied on some green papers mixed in with their documents to have a smooth journey.

That’s right, the level of corruption in Ukraine’s bureaucracy, police, and military systems shocked later generations. Look at the bureaucrats, my sister, who is also good at this.

"The man you went to meet a few days ago has delivered the goods he prepared, but he has a request and can only wait for you to come back." There was a sense of relief in John's tone.

"I've only been away for two days, how can the efficiency be so high?" Lanser felt a little bit unbelievable.

"Yes... he is very anxious to see you and is in the restaurant now. Oh, and he is not the only one coming." John's additional words made Lanser frown and he had a very bad feeling. Obviously, the other party was going to give him a difficult problem.

"Okay, I'll be right up." Lanser nodded and hung up the call. "How are all the surveillances?"

"Basically, there are no problems." M4 frowned. Obviously, things were not that simple.

"Just tell me what the situation is. I think I can bear it as long as the boat can still be sailed." Lanser's face began to become ugly. As expected, luck is conserved. He had just eaten two such big gift bags, and now he had to spit something out.

"Well, the other party obtained three Mi-3 Hind armed transport helicopters and one Mi-24 transport helicopter in accordance with the commander's request, and they are in very considerate disassembled parts. There are a lot of packaged ammunition boxes." M8 said quickly.

"So the request raised by the other party will definitely not be a problem that can be easily solved." Lancer shook his head. He thought about where to ship these helicopters in a second. The Syrians will definitely like them, or those poor Iraqi National Defense Forces.

"But there are 50 people in the restaurant! Their specific purpose is unknown."

"50? Are you sure?"

1-76 The Fugitive

"What's going on, Mr. Balkinkov? It seems that this is not a damn inn." Lancer looked at the person in front of him with a grim face. Behind him was a group of women and young people who were looking at the two people who were answering quickly in English with a confused look on their faces. They could see that Lancer's attitude was obviously very bad.

"Man... man... listen to me, I know this happened suddenly, but now you have to help me this time. As a price, we won't charge you a penny for all the planes and ammunition!" Balkinkov took a deep breath, "We are finished, Ukraine is finished, so we have to let our families leave Ukraine, but now, they no longer have a normal channel to leave Ukraine, and all air and road routes have been blocked."

"..." Lanser sighed. If the price was this high, he would be willing to help. "Listen, I can send you to Crimea or Syria, but I can't take you to the United States."

"Crimea? No, we can't go to Crimea. Syria... Okay! Let's go to Syria, and then we will find a way ourselves!" Balkinkov pondered for a moment and selected the place proposed by Lancer.

Of course, he understood what the Crimea mentioned by Lancer was about. Crimea naturally belonged to Ukraine, but there were several Russian military bases in Crimea, including Sevastopol, one of the most important naval bases of the Russian Navy and the military base of the Russian Black Sea Navy.

As a theoretically pro-Russian faction, they should be protected after arriving at the Russian military base, but there is no doubt that their position will still be exposed to the attention of the pro-American faction. No one knows whether they will be handed over as a condition of the transaction. Once they take this wrong step, they will be finished.

Going to Syria, although it is not much better, it is still Russia

Although they were not part of the Russian sphere of influence, they had at least left Ukraine. Even if they wanted to use them as a bargaining chip, they had to find them first! Anyway, they had enough wealth in their accounts in Switzerland opened with fake identities, so they could live freely no matter where they were.

"I suggest you go a little further. Syria is unstable and the Middle East is not a good place." In Ukraine, these people are local tyrants, but after leaving Ukraine, they are just a group of foreigners who are completely in the dark. They have no decent channels to obtain consultation. To put it simply, they are fish on the chopping board. For them, too much wealth may be a curse.

"Let's take a look at the situation when we get there. Even though the situation is very bad, it doesn't mean that we have no chance of turning the tables!" The spirit of Balkinkov in front of him was obviously much different from before. According to what Lancer knew, it seemed that the previous actions of Lancer and his men had seriously stimulated both sides. Currently, the Ukrainian army was being bribed by both sides. Once the army has taken sides, it is very likely that both sides will not be able to wait until the end of the presidential election!

So, now is the time for both parties to compare prices, and when it comes to financial resources... Let's not talk about anything else, just look at what Lancer gave when he bribed people this time, besides gold...

How can Russia, whose national strength is less than half of that of the Soviet Union, compare with the US dollar, which can directly print money? So the final result is completely foreseeable! The balance of power will be completely unbalanced, which is why these people are in a hurry to flee from their homeland.

"I hope you can get what you want." Lancer smiled. He had no intention of contacting the person who contacted him from the CIA, because Sasov had given Lancer a very bad impression before. The other party had hinted to him several times, hoping that he could provide more practical support. This was completely beyond the agreement between them. This gave Lancer a very bad impression. He was afraid that the old man BookMan was plotting against him again.

In this situation, if he still wants to take the good things in that big warehouse, it is conceivable that what conditions the other party will offer are definitely not what Lanser wants to know!

So although Lancer was very tempted before, he immediately stopped his greed after discovering that the situation here had become so chaotic. This had absolutely nothing to do with the fact that Feima's storage space was full after picking up the Soviet Union's doomsday warehouse! Lancer could swear on his conscience.

"Looks like we have reached an agreement?" Balkinkov looked at Lancer. He was a little surprised at the sharpness of the young man in front of him. He was a veteran with more than ten years of experience, but he was only planning to arrange for his own people to escape.

"Okay, I can help you send them off, but you have to make it clear to them. First, there will be no more luxurious food and fine clothes. After arriving at the place, I will use my connections to help them buy a new identity, but you have to pay for it yourself, and it's not a small amount of money." Lansher sighed, "After that, please forget about my existence, otherwise, you will be at your own risk for all the consequences. I believe you found me because I'm popular with both sides, right?" Lansher looked at the person in front of him with a sharp look in his eyes.

"I understand that human life is fragile and worthless." Balkinkov said with a wry smile, "Hey, help me take good care of them... Is there any vacant space on the ship? If there is anything else you want, I'll give you some more!"

"Then...what ammunition can the Mi-24 use?" Lanser was not polite. He tapped his earphones and signaled his girls to do a quick count. "It can probably hold a few hundred rockets and missiles. As for bullets, just replenish them as needed."

"No problem. I'll arrange for someone to deliver it to you right away. It should be available in the nearby base and should arrive in about 4 hours. Don't you need the other guns and ammunition?!" Balkinkov looked at Lancer as if to say, I've opened the world's largest military warehouse. Don't you want to take some more?

"No need. I think I can still get the goods next time I come." Lanser shrugged and said that three points were enough.

"...I understand! Thank you very much for your help. I will go and transfer the goods as soon as possible." Balkinkov glanced at a woman and two young men not far away, turned around and prepared to leave.

"Wait, you're not going to leave?" Lanser suddenly realized something, stopped the old man who was about to get off the boat, and took out a cigarette and lit it for him.

"They can only leave if I don't." Balkink smiled. "Everything has a price. I've enjoyed what I should have enjoyed. Now it's my turn to pay. Man, if possible, let them arrive in Syria safely. As for the identity change you mentioned, please help them find a reliable one."

"..." Lanser looked at this man, and a very confused feeling came over him. For Ukraine, this is a rat! He embezzled state-owned assets, just because of the remains of the once huge empire, and the amount of these assets was so large that they couldn't sell them all even if they sold them at a low price. And in this process, what kind of life did the Ukrainian people live? They became the womb of Europe, the largest black market organ supplier...

But the warmth and affection he showed at the moment were genuine. He was very worried about his family and hoped that they would be

He wanted to live comfortably in the future. Moreover, he resolutely went back when he knew that he might not be able to come back, just to save his family.

Is he a good man? To his family, perhaps, but to Ukraine, he is a demon who is pushing the country into the abyss.

"Don't worry, they will arrive in Syria safely, and then I will contact four or five different countries for them. These days, in some small countries, you can spend a little money to get a complete set of identity documents, but after that, they will have to rely on themselves." Lanser shook his head. He himself had a thick stack of passports, and when necessary, he could change his identity and get away quickly.

"Okay...your method is very reliable." Balkinkov and Lancer shook hands tightly, waved to his wife and children with a smile on his face, turned around and went downstairs.

"Ah, this is the complexity of human nature." Brother Sixteen came to Lancer's side, rummaged in Lancer's pocket, took out a cigar, lit it for himself, and then handed it to Lancer.

"Human beings are just that complex." Lancer and Brother Sixteen stood side by side, smoking cigars one after another, and watching the people busy at the dock below the ship. Although the political situation was turbulent, the dock was still in good order. Several large grain ships had just left the dock, apparently to deliver Ukrainian wheat to Egypt. "But one thing is certain, that is greed. Is SOPII online?"

"Hey~ Hey~ Hey!" SOPII responded in the communication, "Commander, is there anything I can do for you? Can I keep these Mi-24s?"

"Impossible, there's no cargo in the cabin? The Mi-8 will stay. See if there's a good spot at the bow. This thing should be easy to keep alive." Lanser smacked his lips. He was somewhat satisfied with the other party's straightforwardness. After all, he had made the offer and the other party hadn't bargained, and went straight to the point.

"Commander, there is a small problem." SOPII said quickly, "This is not a Mi-8, it should be a Mi-14."

“所以？”蓝瑟有些意外，米14？米24我倒是知道，14是个啥？8和24的中间型号？

"Navy-type Mi-8." Brother Sixteen at the side made the final decision with a simple statement, not giving SOPII any chance to make a move.

"Oh! What's the difference?" Lancer turned around and waved his hand. "John, have you finished the count? Take them to the cabin first, separate the men and women. If anyone is acting arrogantly at this time, ask them to get off."

"Okay, boss. I just did some statistics. They are very cooperative. They hope to set sail as soon as possible."

"That's no problem. We'll set off at night! Unless something changes on the shore. I almost forgot. SOPII, turn on the monitoring equipment and release the drone. If any troops approach, we'll leave immediately."

"okay!"

1-77 Attacked

"Take your new IDs and memorize them. Don't make mistakes. From today on, you have nothing to do with Ukraine! Live your new life well." After saying that, Lancer opened the small door of the cabin. "The bus outside will take you to the main city area. You will then find a hotel on your own. If you meet each other, don't talk or hug! From today on, you are strangers. If someone asks you where you are from, it's best to say you are from the former Belarus or somewhere else in Ukraine! Finally, I remind you that you are strangers!"

While Lancer was talking, Chuntian and AR handed over a pile of documents one by one. There were four passports from Algeria, South Africa, Madagascar, and Sudan. All the information on the passports was fake except for the photos. But in a sense, these passports were all real! Because these countries have limited control capabilities and there are loopholes everywhere. Once the key people are found and the money is in place, everything will be in place.

A group of people got their passports and glanced at them briefly. Most of them put them away quickly. Only a very few people seemed to find them very novel and looked at their four passports like fools.

"I'll remind you that if you reveal that you have four passports, you will basically be arrested immediately. I don't need to tell you what will happen next." Lanser looked at the group of people in front of him and briefly explained the final points to them. "Say goodbye to your past and wish you happiness in your next new life."

A group of people nodded silently and hugged each other. A few girls even cried. Then a group of people got off the boat silently. There were three buses parked under the boat.

"Okay, it's done. Have you pumped out the sewage? Once that's done, report to the Port Authority and prepare for sailing." Lancer leaned on the deck and looked at the setting sun, then turned around and said to his girls. After all, for him, all the tasks had been completed.

"Apply now, we will be leaving our post in about an hour! Commander, do you want to take a rest? After all, we just finished our shift." AR15 beside him whispered. This group of people are a bit of trouble. Lancer is afraid that these lawless second-generation rich people will not be able to control their emotions and make a big noise. If they don't listen to advice, he may have to teach them a lesson. But he didn't expect that these guys were very honest along the way.

"Okay, call me when it's time for dinner." Lanser nodded and prepared to go back to his room to rest. But he didn't expect that after dark, Lanser would be

Wake up,

"What? What happened?" Lanser wiped his face with the towel handed to him by Springfield, trying to clear his confused mind as soon as possible.

"The lookout reports that a helicopter seems to be approaching, but because it is raining heavily outside, visibility is very poor." Chuntian said concisely.

"Helicopter approaching? And low observability?! These idiots from SHIELD can't hold it in anymore, right?" Lancer sat up from the bed and quickly put on his combat boots. "All units, deploy for battle, seal all hatches, and prepare to welcome special visitors. Mom, I need combat uniforms."

"I'm on my way here." Lansher heard Fei's mother's voice coming from the aisle.

"Boss, request to open the armory." John dropped the poker in his hand. It seemed that the SHIELD guys had been causing trouble again and again, which had irritated his boss. This time, the boss was really angry.

"Who's on duty in the command cabin?" Lancer asked quickly while pressing the headset. Fei Ma and Chuntian had already started to help Lancer put on his combat uniform.

"It's me!" Brother Sixteen snapped his fingers, "Commander, maybe we should really consider installing an anti-aircraft radar, otherwise this kind of thing will be quite embarrassing."

"Let's talk about it when we get back! Confirm to open the armory!" Lanser narrowed his eyes. Brother Sixteen was right. If it was a ship, there would be little trouble. But if it was an airplane approaching quickly, it would be really annoying. Maybe he really needed it?"

Following Lancer's command, Brother Sixteen reached out and quickly clicked a few times on the smart platform, turned off the game he was playing with SOPII, and then pressed a button on the panel next to it to complete the authorization of the armory.

The locked weapon cabinets in the room where John and his companions lived were unlocked one by one. John and his companions opened their respective weapon cabinets, began to take out equipment from them, and put them on quickly. They needed to transform themselves from a resting crew member to a killing machine armed to the teeth and proficient in shipboard combat in the shortest time possible.

Basically everyone's equipment includes a complete set of things including level 4 bulletproof plates, a bulletproof helmet, combat uniforms pre-installed with stun grenades and flash grenades, HK416C short assault rifles, 4 magazines, and helmet-mounted equipment including night vision goggles or thermal imaging.

Of course, not all of them were equipped with HK416C assault rifles. There were two weapon cabinets in Marco's cabin, which had already talked to John. One of them contained a PKM light machine gun, and the other contained a thick IV bulletproof shield. Next to it was the most powerful pistol on the Lancer ship, a masterpiece presented by Smith & Wesson for all high-powered revolver enthusiasts, the M0.5 using 500-inch Magnum bullets. Yes, this thing has a caliber of 12.7 mm. It is a monster gun with excessive power for hitting people. Except for the fact that there are only 5 rounds of spare bullets, if you hit someone, you will be disabled if not killed.

"Commander, you are dressed. Please go to the internal command cabin and take command." Fei Ma helped Lancer put on his helmet, her eyes full of doting. This so-called internal command cabin was converted from a safe house on the ship by SOPII. It was the safest place. Lancer could still command from there.

"Okay, let's go!" Lanser looked at Fei Ma who was always by his side, and began to regret putting on such a heavy combat uniform. Why would he stay in the safe house anyway... What? Where was he originally planning to go? It's all just a passing cloud!

"Be good!" Fei's mother winked at Lanser. The obedient child will be rewarded in a while! The three of them walked towards the safe house in the direction of the bow. It was more than a hundred meters away, which normally would take only a few minutes.

"Boom...Boom..." Just before Lancer reached the safe house, two dull explosions echoed in the ship.

"Fuck..." Lanser's face darkened instantly. He actually planned to break the door without warning? What the hell?! And there was no doubt that the other party was not a simple attacker at all. He used a helicopter and explosives to break the door. This was simply the style of special forces.

"Prepare for battle!" Lancer said without hesitation, and at the same time he was wondering in his heart, this style is a bit unlike SHIELD, more like the style of the military, could it be that the CIA's action team really intends to silence us! ? This is not a good story. But no matter what, we can know one thing: the other party actually successfully landed. "SOPII, where is your remote-controlled machine gun tower?"

"It's ready to fire at any time." Lanser heard the clear sound of the bolt being pulled. It was obvious that his girl was indeed thinking too much. "Besides, if the other party didn't attack, it would be difficult for us to explain self-defense."

"Then let's shoot down that helicopter first, or else this guy will dare to suppress it with firepower in a while!" Lanser rolled his eyes. That was indeed the case, but he should have opened fire after the other party had surrendered. "Did the other party invade the ship?"

"No, they underestimated the explosion-proof doors we replaced, and the small piece of explosives didn't explode." M16 took a sip of coffee leisurely while watching the surveillance. Although it seemed speechless at the time, it now seems that SOPII's modification of a series of things on the ship did have some effect.

"Boom boom boom..." With the sound of the motor running slightly, the man below was preparing to try again.

The soldier who tried to open the hatch heard the sound of the motor running from above the ship's tower with a horrified look on his face, and a series of 14.5mm machine gun bullets were fired at the CH53 Sea Stallion helicopter hovering over Griffin in the night sky.

The pilot was the first to be hit by a 14.5mm heavy machine gun bullet that penetrated the bottom plate from below. The entire front windshield was covered with broken flesh and blood. The CH53 Sea Stallion immediately spun and fell to the side, while the 14.5mm anti-aircraft machine gun continued to chase and shoot relentlessly, making the entire plane full of bullet holes. The machine gunner's blood was sprayed all over the cabin, and finally it crashed into the sea with flames all over its body. Everyone on the plane was killed.

"Attack Group 1 and Group 2!" At this time, a female voice was clearly heard on the radio. It was obvious that this was intentional. A sense of oppression instantly descended upon the hearts of each of them, and a feeling that something bad was going to happen immediately broke out.

"We've encircled them!" John and his team, who were divided into two attack teams, responded immediately.

"Commander, permission to attack has been given, action begins!" Following M4's command, a series of figures poked their heads out from behind the hiding places on the ship and began to move quickly. They were much more familiar with the terrain than the invaders, and they went straight around the bow through the passages inside the ship. The other side was completely unaware of their actions, and now the attackers were attacked from both sides.

"Damn it, there's something wrong with the intelligence! The other side has heavy firepower, what target are we attacking!" At this time, there was no need to worry about the communication line being invaded, and the other party shouted loudly on the radio.

"You don't even know who you attacked? Are you kidding me? Where did this piece of trash come from?" Lanser sneered coldly.

1-78 Task Force 141 hits a wall

"Eagle's Nest! These are the little birds! We're in an emergency! We need support! Damn it! Which bastard got this information! This is a trap!" A burly man was screaming frantically in the communication. At this time, they had encountered a sudden attack from behind. The other side was obviously a group of veterans who had fought on the battlefield. They advanced in their direction alternately without any hesitation. When one group of people advanced, the other group would suppress them with firepower if they failed to break through the door.

"This is the Eagle's Nest, what happened?" Many people seemed surprised by the sudden news. They immediately started asking questions. After all, the task force they sent out was composed of elite troops. It should be no problem for them to fight against the enemy!

"The Eagle is falling! Repeat, the Eagle is falling! The other side has..." Just as the task force had just spread the news that the helicopter had been shot down, Eagle's Nest suddenly could not hear the sound in front.

It’s not that the person who had been communicating with the headquarters was shot, but that the humanoids have completed a comprehensive invasion of the other party’s communication data, and are now starting to use the data that has been collected and are ready to start a dialogue with the other party.

"The other side has more than 40 armed personnel, well-equipped with heavy equipment! The helicopter was shot and crashed!" Brother Sixteen, holding an M16 rifle, easily climbed over the guardrail, kicked the wall in mid-air, and landed on the platform behind.

"Little Bird, what did you say?" The command center was obviously stunned. This was completely different from the situation in the intelligence. There was no doubt that their action team had hit a wall. A group of 40 well-equipped people who could suppress the task force they sent out, had they run into a Russian KGB action team? Or was it the Russian special forces?"

"I'm telling you! I'm going to chop off the guy who gave you the information, and stuff his head into his ass, and then stuff my gun into his ass, and take out his intestines." A long series of roars with full energy, like a stun bomb, exploded in the ears of the Eagle Nest communicator. Let the people at the scene have a new definition of "there are no swear words in English". "When I fight back, I will do this! Keep my word!"

RO635 on the boat looked speechlessly at SOPII who was sliding down the ladder and spouting vulgar words. SOPII made a V sign to her, then smiled and let out a few silent laughs.

"Damn it! Damn it! Who are you! Those who have such technology can't be a bunch of damn terrorists! Who are you!" He hid by the guardrail, dodging the bullets from below, while listening to someone constantly sending wrong messages to Eagle's Nest with "his own" voice. It was obvious that the other party had completely taken control of their communication system. No matter how he switched channels and emergency communications, he could not stop the other party from continuing to talk nonsense to the headquarters.

"Puff, puff..." A few light sounds were heard not far away, and then a soldier next to the bearded uncle was shot to the ground, followed by bursts of bullets that kept coming. Unlike the turbulent environment in the Atlantic Ocean, although there was heavy rain in the Mediterranean, the wind and waves were not that strong.

"Shit!" Price immediately realized that the enemy's flanking force had arrived at the location and they were surrounded. "Meet up!" Ghost, Soap, Xiaoqiang, get closer to me, the enemy has begun to encircle us! We just saw their speedboat, we have to seize that thing and leave!"

"Bang..." There was a crisp sound, and then Xiaoqiang felt his left shoulder go numb and lost intuition, followed by an overwhelming pain. "I'm shot, damn it!" As soon as he finished saying this, he immediately heard the sound of a rapid charge coming from the escalator next to him. He immediately threw away the M4 assault rifle that was unstable to control with one hand, pulled out the British Army's standard SIG Sauer P220 from his waist, and continuously pulled the trigger at the figure rushing up.

"Ding!" If Lancer was standing nearby, he would probably add a sentence "We failed to penetrate the armor." The 9mm Parabellum pistol bullet had no way of penetrating the heavy level shield in Marco's hand.

Instead, he felt the impact of the shield in his hand, which aroused Marco's savagery. He completely forgot all the tactics taught in his teachings, and directly fastened his shield and crashed into Xiaoqiang. The violent force directly knocked Xiaoqiang away.

"Xiao Qiang!" A man nearby looked at his teammate who was knocked away, and immediately shifted his gun to shoot at Marco who was holding a shield. Marco had to give up the idea of ​​shooting the person again. It didn't matter to him, but he had to protect his brothers.

Marco held the M500 in his hand and fired several shots at the 141 Special Forces soldiers in front of him. However, the M500 was not an easy firearm to control, and all the shots missed. However, the shotgun-like sound still forced people to maintain fire suppression on him.

I have to say, if Marco's second hit had hit him hard, Xiaoqiang, who was already leaning against the iron wall, would have been almost dead. It would have depended on how many ribs were still intact. Now at least he had maintained basic mobility and was pulled behind cover by his teammates.

"Damn it! Price! Looks like I'm going to be unlucky here today." Looking at the commandos that had already started to shoot at them from the side, Xiao Qiang cursed, "They are right. I will definitely fuck up those bastards in charge of intelligence when I get back."

"Wait... This is Task Force 141, please stop attacking! I repeat! Please stop attacking!" Price was about to say something when he glanced at a corner of the deck and saw the spare helicopter blades tied to the deck. He immediately realized that something was wrong. Their target was not a transport helicopter, but another ship. "Are you the Griffin of Azure Shipping Company?!"

"..." The gunfire paused for a moment, allowing the members of Task Force 141 to immediately pull the wounded to their side.

"Put down your weapons. I'll give you two minutes to talk." Lanser frowned. Task Force 141? What the hell? Are they going to fight World War III?

"I refuse, and you just listen to me like that! I see a helicopter on your ship?! We have received intelligence that someone is smuggling the latest batch of new weapons from Stark Industries and preparing to use them for terrorist attacks. Someone has swapped the position of your ship with the real target. Do you just want to let others use you like that?" Price leaned against the metal baffle and signaled his men to pull the injured team members to the side as soon as possible to stop the bleeding. He looked around and saw that there were only two or three people left who were not injured.

And as soon as the ceasefire was announced, John and his two teams immediately rushed to the two sides of 141 and confronted them. There was no doubt that once Lancer ordered to open fire again, John and his team could fire a huge amount of bullets and end the battle in an instant.

"I already know." Lancer answered very directly. Under the voice guidance of his girls just now, the "Eagle's Nest" as the operation command center has just begun to re-examine its own sources of intelligence. Although it has not yet been compared with the intelligence, it has roughly sorted out the context. Someone has used the method of using Lancer's ship to cover up their own ship. It seems that there is no need to find someone to blame. In all likelihood, Hydra will just choose one head to hit.

Originally, after 141 boarded the ship, the most likely thing was that they found out that they had killed the wrong person. Then they would evacuate as if nothing had happened, and then look for who had tricked them.

But now it is different. Several members of Task Force 141 have been killed, and almost all the remaining members are injured. Moreover, they are surrounded and in a desperate situation. They have no choice because the 5.56mm bullets will help them choose.