Mini World Game ConsoleEvil Dragon Crazy Soldier King

Yang Fei and over ten Evil Dragon Soldier Kings were crouching in the palm grove near the airport, taking a temporary rest.

The Three Swords and Fan Yi, who were responsible for reconnaissance, had already infiltrated the military restricted area of the airport to scout for enemy forces.

Gradually, the sky darkened, and from there, the airport was brightly lit, like daylight.

Soon, Fan Yi's voice appeared in the public communication channel.

"Chief Instructor, there are only two squadrons guarding the airport forces, your plan is feasible."

Yang Fei nodded: "Very good, Fan Yi, control the main control room, Three Swords, take down the power supply room, stop the power to the main control room, we act immediately."

As he spoke, he waved his hand, signaling everyone to gather around him.

Yang Fei explained the battle plan in detail, his eyes fixed on everyone, revealing a blade-like chill.

"This time, we've clashed with the Americans, don't flinch."

Mad Blade chuckled, shrugging his shoulders nonchalantly.

"I've disliked the Americans for a while, this time, let's give them a harsh lesson."

Everyone laughed, and Long Xia and others were both excited and thrilled.

Yang Fei snapped his fingers, and everyone moved stealthily towards the military airport like raccoons.

Not far off was a three-meter-high high-voltage electric wire fence, with warning signs of high voltage danger.

However, at this moment, the power supply room had already been sabotaged by Three Swords, rendering the high-voltage fence useless.

Yang Fei easily broke through the wire fence, and a group of Evil Dragon Soldier Kings slipped into the airport, shadows flickering.

The power supply room had been sabotaged by Three Swords, plunging the entire airport into darkness, while Fan Yi took control of the main control room, disabling all surveillance equipment.

Within the airport, only dim emergency lights stretched everyone's shadows long.

Yang Fei led the group towards the tarmac, where thirteen fighter jets were arranged in neat rows.

And these fighter jets were the target of the Evil Dragon Squad for this operation.

Under the dim lighting, Yang Fei waved his hand, and everyone moved towards the fighter jet group.

Each Evil Dragon Soldier King carried a large amount of timed plastic explosives.

These were purchased by Yang Fei through the internal channels of the Red Shirt Army, and these plastic explosives were enough to destroy the fighter jets.

Ghost Wolf, Shen Feng, Mad Blade, and others expertly installed timed plastic explosives in the engine compartments of each plane.

The installation process was simple, as these yellow plastic explosives had superglue on the bottom, allowing them to be attached to the engine compartment before activating the timer.

In an instant, all but five of the fighter jets were rigged with plastic explosives.

Bombing the Aventi Spy Base depended entirely on these five fighter jets.

At this moment, Colonel Thomson, the highest commander at the airport, was resting in a lounge.

In his arms, he held a fair-skinned and beautiful Sang Country woman, petite in stature.

She was a trophy Colonel Sir brought back from the night scene, and this kind of petite yet voluptuous Asian woman was Thomson's favorite.

The woman's face still showed a trace of blush, nestled in Thomson's arms like a lamb.

Just then, Thomson's private phone suddenly rang, the urgent ringtone tearing apart the serene and gentle atmosphere in the room.

Thomson opened his eyes and turned on the bedside lamp, only to find out that the power was out.

He couldn't help but curse, the guy in charge of the power supply room was an idiot, cutting off the power every few days.

He picked up the phone, only to hear Lieutenant Georgeson's panicked voice.

"Honorable Colonel Sir, our A-team patrol squad has disappeared without a reason, it's been over fifteen minutes without the routine report."

"I also can't get in contact with them; I feel something's not right..."

Awoken from his sleep, Thomson felt somewhat annoyed. Before Georgeson could finish, he coldly interrupted him.

"Surely you're not saying that group of Red Shirt Army guerrillas dares to assault our American airport?"

"If so, the electronic automatic anti-explosive machine guns scattered throughout the airport will teach them a lesson about biting off more than they can chew."

Thomson spoke with a didactic tone, laced with arrogance.

Just a week ago, the entire airport had been equipped by headquarters with the most advanced modern anti-terror explosive devices.

This batch of anti-terror equipment included as many as thirty-two electronic automatic heavy machine guns, set in hidden corners all over the airport.

In other words, even if the entire Sang Country Self-Defense Forces came, attempting to break in would be but a moth to the flame, seeking their own demise.

This was the proudest creation of Thomson since becoming the airport's highest commander.

Georgeson picked up on Thomson's displeasure, his voice taking on a flattering tone.

"Yes, Colonel Sir, under your wise leadership, the entire airport is as solid as a rock."

"However, the A-team patrol squad has indeed exceeded the fixed time without reporting their whereabouts to headquarters. I need to report this to you, it's the rule."

Right then, the woman in Thomson's arms shifted, her arm entwining around Thomson's neck like a serpent.

Her soft, elastic body resembled some kind of vine.

The fire in Thomson's abdomen easily ignited.

He impatiently cut off the call with Georgeson.

"Lieutenant, I admire your dedication spirit, but you must understand I've many things to attend to."

"I don't have time to deal with the missing patrol squad; I trust you'll handle it well, right?"

Georgeson nodded reluctantly.

"Yes, honorable Colonel Sir."

Thomson ended the call; the woman's subtle movements had already ignited his flames to a peak.

Thomson roughly turned the woman over and then jumped on her like a wolf.

On the airport tarmac, the cargo bay door of a fighter jet was already open. Ghost Wolf and Shen Feng were stuffing the bodies of five soldiers inside.

Shen Feng clapped his hands, casually closed the cargo door, and installed a timed plastic explosive, swiftly turning on the timer.

"Let these damn Americans go meet their maker, hopefully, they'll remember what I look like when they pray."

Ghost Wolf rolled his eyes at him, expressionless.

Ghost Wolf glanced at his watch, frowning slightly.

"Not sure if the others are done; if we kill this patrol squad, it might alert them immediately."

Shen Feng chuckled, making a gesture to reassure Ghost Wolf.

"The main control room is already in our hands; even if we alert them, it'll take time for them to mobilize troops; no rush."

As they spoke, Yang Fei's voice came through the public communication platform.

"Attention all teams, the timed plastic explosives are installed, the first step of the plan is complete, proceed to the second step immediately."

Shen Feng and Ghost Wolf exchanged a glance, and the two swiftly boarded a fighter jet.

Shen Feng sat in the pilot's seat, starting the engine, while Ghost Wolf sat in the observer's seat, tensely watching the surroundings.

Nearby, Georgeson was rushing over with a team of patrol soldiers; the bright lights of the fighter jet made it hard for him to keep his eyes open.

Georgeson took one look and couldn't help but shout.

"What are you doing?"