Chapter 2: The focus is on participating in

Layer clouds are a very common type of cloud. The clouds of this kind are very low, and generally rare in the desert. No one expected that Ye Zhiqiu and the others would encounter such trouble on the eve of landing.

Just as Ye Zhiqiu narrowed his eyes and looked for the gaps in the clouds like a reconnaissance pilot in World War II, Carlos pushed open the cabin door and walked in. This time they were riding on the new type of ac-130u, and the lower limit of the rated crew was thirteen. According to Jill and others, in such a promising mission, the more soldiers they carried, the better. Even if they were not oversold, they had to collect the maximum organization of twenty-one people. But in fact, in a month, it was really true that Ye Zhiqiu found twenty-one suitable soldiers.

It was difficult for him. Moreover, he positioned the nature of this mission as a search behind enemy lines. Not to mention not using human-sea tactics, even the A-130 was redundant. This model was designed for ground fire support. Ye Zhiqiu was going to find information on the epidemic, not to destroy the financial field opened by the Americans. Why do you need so many people? So including him, there were only fifteen people on the plane this time. When he was not there, the plane would be driven by Mike, and Carlos was the second order commander of the entire team.

Jill had a lot of opinions about this arrangement, but unfortunately, she was injured in the Sandel's manor. Although it was not serious, the hole in her arm did not grow so quickly, so she could only stay in the control area to sulk. In addition, Isabel left her with another meaning. After the control area merged, the top leaders came in Ding Feiyu, Neil and Christina. Among them, Christina directly entered the military power system of the control area and was very close to Ding Feiyu. Neil's economic mind was indispensable. Isabel needed enough strength to maintain the stability of the power structure, so Ye Zhiqiu could not bring out more backbone forces.

Hearing the sound of the cabin door sliding, Ye Zhiqiu turned to look at Carlos and nodded to him. Carlos looked at the thick clouds outside the window and asked, "How is the situation?"

"A good news and a bad news." Mike replied: "Which one do you want to hear?"

"Good news." Carlos said: "I think I need this." This was the first time he had separated from Diana for a long time after the disaster broke out. He always felt a little uncomfortable in his mind, so he was actually not very good.

"We have four hours of fuel left," Mike said. "Maybe more, enough support until these damn clouds spread out."

Carlos whispered: "It sounds pretty good, so what's the bad news?"

Mike knocked on the flight manual in his hand: "The bad news is that if we can't find an airport or a long enough road in time after the clouds spread out, we can only skydive."

“How likely is this?”

"In fact, I think we'll be parachuting deep in the desert with the greatest possibility!" said Mike. "If there was no deviation in the flight, then we should be over Las Vegas now, but you see, the ground radar did not find any echoes from the city buildings, and we flew away."

Hearing this, Ye Zhiqiu snorted: "You can try it. Just give you a starting point and angle, and draw a ray on the map. Can you pass through another point 4,000 kilometers away?"

"Then you have to look at the scale of the map." Carlos replied immediately: "If it were a globe, I think I could shoot the moon."

Mike was not very interested in this joke. Among the fifteen people on the plane, only the two people in front of him had experience in parachuting before the disaster. When he was in the cabin, there was a former parachuting enthusiast. Mike was born in civil aviation and had no pressure relief chamber. Parachuting was not very reliable. Naturally, he was afraid of the word parachuting, especially thinking that it was likely to land in the depths of the desert, which was simply a nightmare. He pointed to the map and said, "I suggest flying forward, at least we can be sure to fly out of the desert area."

"I don't think this is a good idea." Carlos shook his head: "I would rather skydive in the desert than the Atlantic Ocean."

"I don't want to skydiving at all." Mike answered honestly.

"Okay." Ye Zhiqiu interrupted the conversation between the two: "We can't wait for the clouds to dissipate, as there will be too little time for us, and we must find a way to determine the location. Carlos..." He said: "Tell everyone to prepare for emergency landing and parachuting, and we will lower the altitude again. Mike pays attention to the radar display. I don't want to enter from the top of a casino building."

"I understand." The two of them answered very simply. Carlos felt a long-lost excitement about the order of putting his head on his belt, but Mike didn't think so. After Carlos closed the hatch door, he couldn't help but whisper: "There are many mountains nearby."

"I know." Ye Zhiqiu said: "So I want you to stare at the radar."

The ac-130u is equipped with synthetic aperture radar, but no one in the control area has the operation experience of such radars, and Ye Zhiqiu has never done such a meticulous job, so he cannot judge the geological type from radar echo, otherwise they can at least judge whether they are in the desert.

Ye Zhiqiu pressed down the nose of the aircraft and looked at the numbers rolling on the altimeter, a hint of nervousness flashed in his heart. This was different from Yunxiao Speedway. There were rolling clouds around the plane, and there was no reference to choose, so he could not feel the pleasure of high-speed descent. Moreover, he had to believe in the correctness of the instrument and be sure that he would not hit the ground head-on in the next second.

Nine hundred and fifty meters, the light flashed in front of Ye Zhiqiu. He immediately pulled up the machine head and entered the curved circling state. Then he was surprised to find that he had successfully crossed the clouds. The flash he had just seen was the sunlight exposed on the horizon.

Mike, who had been staring at the radar screen, also noticed the change and immediately cheered. Ye Zhiqiu glanced at him and reminded him: "Don't be too happy too early. We haven't determined where this is yet." As he was saying, suddenly another flash appeared in his sight. He was stunned for a moment and asked subconsciously: "What is this?"

"I hope someone is setting off fireworks." Mike also saw the flash and murmured.

"Are you saying someone is opening a New Year party?" Ye Zhiqiu said, "Then we can find a group of happy people." He put away the accelerator, pulled the nose a little, and let the plane slow down against the clouds to fly towards the flashing spot. Although neither of them explained, in Ye Zhiqiu's experience, the flashing could certainly be fireworks and firecrackers. There is only one thing that can produce such an effect, that is, the muzzle flames of a large number of automatic weapons. Obviously, a local war with modern weapons is going on on the ground. Although there is no powerful weapon, it is also intense enough. Ye Zhiqiu saw this scene not long ago, that time was over Anchorage. Like this time, all the muzzle flames pointed in the same direction, and on the other hand, it was boundless darkness.

Ye Zhiqiu was very happy to find that he really had the talent to cause trouble. Every time he flew to a new place, he would see a war. The decision he needed to make was whether to participate.
Chapter completed!