Chapter 269: Airport Melee
"Your guy's name is Marvin Boggs, right?" Ron asked in surprise. "Tell him that after this incident, if he's interested, he's welcome to work at the IRS."
This sixth sense was incredible, far more reliable than anything Ron had ever known. Honestly, Ron hadn't noticed a single flaw until the woman pulled out her phone.
"I think Marvin would be very pleased," Joe replied with a nod.
Meanwhile, Frank and his group rented a car after leaving the train station and headed for the cargo airport. With the woman, who was adept at concealing herself, leading the way, Ron carefully observed the traffic and finally discovered something suspicious.
At almost every intersection from the station to the airport, a car would follow Frank and his group for a short while, then turn at the next intersection and be replaced by another car.
However, perhaps due to a shortage of personnel, by the fifth intersection, the license plate numbers were already duplicated, meaning there were only four cars following them.
Ron's smile grew, and things were becoming increasingly interesting.
As everyone knows, the CIA is a well-funded intelligence agency, so there's no shortage of personnel. If a certain operation still appears to be understaffed, it can only mean one thing: this operation wasn't assigned according to formal procedures, but rather was the work of a few powerful individuals within the CIA!
Ron sensed a hint of conspiracy.
"Did you put the listening device I asked you to put on Frank?"
Joe shook his head. "No, Frank and Marvin are too alert. It would have been discovered if I put it on them, so I put it on Frank's new girlfriend, Sarah."
"Then I think it should work well," Ron said, pulling over and turning on the receiver.
"She has a camera in her bag, so we have to kill her? What's going on?" Sarah's voice came through immediately.
"We'll talk about that later," Frank said, lowering his voice. "Are you Gabriel Singer?"
"What's wrong?" A strange voice joined the conversation. Ron peered through the binoculars and spotted the man named Gabriel.
"Guatemala, 1981, San Benito." Frank succinctly stated the subject. Gabriel's expression changed, and he pushed Frank away.
"I can't talk about this with you."
Gabriel's hand was halfway extended when, as if by magic, a knife appeared and slashed towards Frank's neck. However, someone was quicker than him. Even before Gabriel reached out, Marvin had already noticed something was wrong.
Before Gabriel could put the knife to Frank's neck, Marvin's pistol was already pressed against his forehead.
"Two against one, fine, you win." Gabriel wisely dropped his knife and raised his hands. "This isn't the place to talk. Follow me."
Gabriel led the three to the control tower where he worked. After briefly explaining their purpose, he paced around the room anxiously. "What do you think a retired Navy pilot with two Distinguished Flying Crosses would say to that New York Times reporter?"
"I don't know."
"I didn't say anything!"
"That reporter is dead, and everyone she talked to is either dead or dying soon, including you." Frank's words made Gabriel realize his predicament.
"Oh my God!" Gabriel lowered his head in thought for a moment, then looked up again, finally revealing everything he knew.
"The CIA sent me to fly someone over there in the dead of night. He took off from a remote airstrip. He was a CIA agent, dressed in a suit, and looked a bit nervous."
"I remember that guy. We escorted him there after he got off the plane!" Marvin recalled.
"He picked up another person there, and I flew them back."
"Person? Who was that person?" Frank asked eagerly, feeling he'd finally grasped the key. Gabriel was about to speak when he was interrupted by a frantic Marvin.
"Frank! Look over there! It's that helicopter again!" Marvin shouted, pointing to a helicopter outside.
Sarah was a little confused, unsure what was going on. "We're at the airport, so it's normal to see aircraft..."
"It's the same helicopter! N9748C!" Marvin pulled a crumpled piece of paper from his pocket. "See, Frank, that's it!"
"Let me see." Gabriel leaned over the window.
"Rat-a-tat-tat..." A barrage of bullets erupted from the helicopter, one piercing his chest.
"It's an attack!" The two veteran agents, one grabbing their bag while the other protected their companion, quickly took cover by the window.
Outside the airport, in the CIA's makeshift command vehicle, the commander in charge of the operation wore a smug smile. "Yes, that's it! Suppress them with overwhelming fire. Don't let that old man get away again."
"Don't worry, sir! I..." the subordinate's reply was only halfway through the headset.
"BOOM!" A massive explosion echoed through the commander's headset. When he looked again, the helicopter had plummeted to the ground in a fireball.
"Sir, our helicopter's been shot down by a rocket. What do we do now?"
"F**k! That old bastard has backup!" the commander angrily shouted. "Everyone, move in! We can't let them get away again!"
Meanwhile, standing in the pickup truck's cargo bed, Ron admired his handiwork with satisfaction. He casually tossed aside his empty, still-smoking rocket launcher and kicked the front cab.
"Move!"
With a roar, the pickup truck's engine blasted through the airport's fence and sped inside. Ron, clutching the guardrail with one hand, aimed his pistol with the other, targeting the man positioned atop the container.
"Bang!" The man was shot and fell from the container's roof. Taking advantage of the truck's slowdown, Ron jumped out. "Meet at the back door later!"
He then pulled another revolver from his waistband. Holding both weapons, he headed towards Frank. He'd only taken two steps when he encountered an old acquaintance.
The female agent who was being interrogated by Marvin at the train station was currently firing her submachine gun at the other end of the container, and she hadn't noticed Ron's arrival at all.
"You guessed it right, old man, I'm the agent!"
"She actually called me old man? Frank, can I eliminate her?" Marvin shouted angrily.
"Yes." X2
Marvin's question actually elicited two responses, one from Frank and the other from Ron.
"Go to hell!" The female agent immediately turned her gun around when she saw someone else nearby, but Ron was already too close to her, less than six feet away.
At this distance, close combat is more effective than firearms.
"Crack!" Ron swung the butt of his gun at the female agent's face: "OK, you can shoot now, Marvin."
(End of this chapter)
[+100 Power Stones = +1 Extra Chapter]
[+5 Reviews = +1 Extra Chapter]
If you enjoyed this chapter, leave a Review!
P*atreon/Soulforger (80+ advanced chapters)
Buy me coffee - ko-fi*com/soulforger01