Obama was sitting in the office, his brows were furrowed, and he was rubbing his aching forehead with his thumbs.
According to the intelligence sent by the Philippines, this time the military operation did not go well, and his pressure has been increasing these days. If such a high-profile military operation fails, how should he explain to the American people whether it is necessary to increase the number of troops? There is no problem with increasing the number of troops, but how can you convince those damn stupid members of Congress?
Just when he was frowning, there was a knock on the door of the office, and Obama sat upright and shouted: "Come in!"
The door of the office was pushed open by someone outside, and Rice, his National Security Affairs Assistant, walked in excitedly.
"Mr. President, good news!"
The corner of Oba Ma's eyes twitched: "What good news?"
Rice said: "Just received a report from the Pentagon that the military operation in the Philippines suffered heavy losses, but an hour ago, Beckwith captured the terrorist crime leader."
"Those terrorists caught it?" Obama suddenly stood up on the chair, and then paced back and forth with his hands behind his back. After a while, he couldn't hold back the excitement in his heart, and laughed.
He finally feels a little elated now, and this feeling is really wonderful. During this period of time, he was very aggrieved. Even if bin Laden bombed two buildings back then, he could only be said to have suffered a loss. But that damned terrorist played the United States, and even the whole world around. panic. As for how many people were lost, he had many reasons to explain. As long as the damned terrorist is caught, he can give the public an explanation.
"Immediately order Beckwith to take him back to the United States immediately."
"Okay!" Rice turned and left quickly.
There was a glimmer of light in the east. The Philippine government army completely occupied Baguio, and the whole city was full of cheers and celebrations from the government army, a scene of jubilation.
Aguino and the cabinet members all rushed to Baguio in person, stood in front of the bombed street, and looked at the collapsed TV station building that used to be the headquarters of the rebel army not far away. Thinking of this city that had been lost for almost two months, it was back in my hands today. No matter how many bones were buried in that building, a smile appeared on his face. Although it passed away in a flash, it couldn't conceal the excitement and joy in his heart.
"I want to meet that terrorist!"
Deputy Chief of Staff Viglari said: "Your Excellency, it is too late. The terrorists have been escorted to the airport, and the plane will take off in half an hour."
A trace of displeasure flashed across Aguino's face, and he snorted coldly. The terrorists were caught here, and even my master was not allowed to see him. It was an insult to me. But he didn't say anything, and he didn't dare to say anything. Although they are all his people here, who knows if what he said will reach the ears of the Yankees and cause him trouble.
At 6:30 in the morning, a light transport plane took off from Baguio Clark Airport. This plane is one of the few light transport planes in the Philippines that can still fly, and Yang Luo and the others are escorted by a 16-man combat team. Because almost all the transport planes of the coalition forces were shot down, and the few surviving transport planes were also injured and are still being repaired, so they can only use light transport planes from the Philippines, and then land in Guam, change planes at the military base in Guam, and fly directly to the United States .
In the cabin, the Ghost Fox, who had changed her appearance a long time ago, was wearing handcuffs. She tilted her head to look at the two Delta players sitting on either side of her, and then looked at the opposite man who was also handcuffed and sandwiched between the two Delta players. Yang Luo. I saw that guy sitting there with an old god, raising his hand to touch his chin for a while, opening and closing his mouth for a while, looking like an old man with dementia.
Ghost Fox blinked his eyes, and then looked at Li Tao and the others. The expressions of those guys were similar to Yang Luo's, they looked dumbfounded, and they didn't know what they were thinking. Only Han Weiguang was quite normal, sitting there with his upper body straight and his eyes shining brightly.
I don't know how long it took, but suddenly encountered a turbulence, the plane began to shake violently, and Yang Luo also returned to normal. His body swayed from side to side with the violently shaking plane, hitting the two soldiers beside him with anger. Just when he was about to get angry, the plane stabilized again, and Yang Luo no longer swayed from side to side.
"Fake squid, you yellow-skinned monkey!" The black ghost on the left raised his middle finger at Yang Luo.
Yang Luo grinned, showing her white teeth: "Fuck your mother!"
The nigger was taken aback: "What did you say?"
Yang Luo blinked: "Fuck your mother!"
 ??On both sides of the cabin door, Yang Luo turned around and smiled strangely: "Gentlemen, this trip is over, I wish you happiness in the next trip!"
The lunatic waved his hand: "I wish you happiness!" After speaking, he jumped down, and at the same time, a metal can slightly larger than a can flew into the cabin.
"Peng!"
There was a loud explosion in the cabin, and a pungent and pungent air wave slammed into the faces of every Delta team member. The pupils of the guys shrank sharply, and someone shouted: "Damn, whose gas They stole the ammo, damn it, hold your breath."
Although the entire cabin was filled with a strong smell of gas, Yang Luo and the others jumped off the plane, which made them all relax. After all, gas can't kill anyone, and with the cabin door open, the gas in the cabin will be drained by the strong wind outside in less than two minutes.
Yang Luo glanced back into the cabin, and vaguely saw the group of guys holding their breath and looking at the cabin door, with a cold smile on his face, he squatted down slowly, and gently pushed the grenade inside. Throw it, then fall outwards, the body rolls and falls sharply downwards.
"Gululu!" There was a sound of a round object rolling in the cabin. Although the aircraft engine roared outside, the rolling sound could not be concealed