Miss Beautiful C.E.O and her system

The airport security guard leading Lin Fan and the rest didn't trust them easily. He remained vigilant even after hearing their identities.

Somehow, his suspicion grew stronger when he realized why so many special forces members, ex-military personnel, and agents were gathered at the airport at this time.

Coincidence?

If the others heard his inner conflict, they would nod nonstop, lamenting the strange fate.

However, despite following Lin Fan's lead, none of them were prepared to listen solely to his orders.

He wasn't the leader, but as the first responder, he had the moral high ground and appeal.

It depended on his charisma to facilitate further cooperation. The temporary team needed a capable leader to withstand the coming onslaught.

Despite having weapons in their hands, they weren't certain they could repel the attack. The only option was to hold out for as long as possible—given the sheer number of enemy combatants, as indicated by the sounds—until reinforcements arrived.

None of them had realized the terrorists weren't what they had expected. The foes were far beyond their worst overestimation.

Usually, airport security wasn't as tight as today, with military vehicles and soldiers standing guard.

The entire operation was meant to ensure Ling Qingyu's safety, orchestrated by the government. Her visit was a secret among the higher-ups.

Who would have expected a complete disaster to unfold? When reports of a terrorist attack reached their ears, nearly everyone suffered myocardial infarctions.

The higher-ups quickly scrambled to launch a rescue operation. It would take at least 45 minutes for the QRF to reach the airport—already the fastest possible response time.

Under normal circumstances, without pressure from superiors, the delay could extend up to two hours, a testament to corruption and their disregard for ordinary citizens.

Those inside the airport weren't aware of these matters. They only received the message that reinforcements were on the way.

"I know it's hard for me to convince you all. We have our pride, but cooperation is the only path to survival." Lin Fan began his speech after equipping everything he needed.

An AK-74, a vest, a pistol, and a few magazines. He was slightly taken aback by the thorough preparedness of the airport security.

Country E wasn't a powerful nation to begin with. It was rare to see such equipment available—especially AK-74s, as AKMs were preferred by the military.

Since he was visiting Country E to meet with his comrades, he understood the complexity and limitations of the country's military strength.

"I know my men still have some doubts, but we're the only hope here," Lin Fan addressed the security guard's concerns.

"Let's find the best-barricaded positions and fight from there, dragging it out until the QRF arrives… Any ideas?"

He was direct and didn't bother to sugarcoat the unpleasant reality. It was better to resolve misunderstandings before the fight began.

As for why Lin Fan and the rest weren't rushing to rescue the panicked crowd downstairs—they weren't in a movie script with plot armor, though Lin Fan's existence was debatable.

A handful of enemy fighters would have been manageable, but the current number was estimated to be over a dozen. If Lin Fan proposed a rescue operation immediately, he would lose all respect.

Not to mention, they knew nothing about the terrorists. In warfare, a lack of intelligence always led to extremely dangerous outcomes.

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The others agreed and quickly put forward their suggestions. Within a few moments, a defensive plan was formed, and the group sped toward their designated positions.

The accompanying security guard also bolted toward his comrades to relay the message.

Six minutes had passed since the attack began. A few officers downstairs had managed to resist valiantly despite being suppressed.

Once the element of surprise wore off, further attacks required precise timing and tactical competence. Unfortunately, the terrorists seemed to possess both advantages.

Resistance, apart from prolonging the battle, seemed futile, but it bought precious time for Lin Fan and his group to establish a proper plan.

More people flooded into the room from downstairs—both civilians and staff—adding pressure on the guards.

The only fear was that terrorists might disguise themselves and infiltrate the circle. Though the possibility was unlikely, the risk was still there.

Two FBI agents planned to hold the entry points from the arrival terminal with the available guards.

Fortunately, every exit from the aircraft merged into a single path, making it easier to defend for a while.

The rest guarded the path from the departure terminal gate. Even though the airport wasn't comparable to those in top nations, it was still vast relative to their small group, making it difficult to fend off intruders.

When Lin Fan returned and saw his beloved stewardess still ushering people into the aircraft, especially those who escaped later, he complained.

His scolding was soft, but it showed his concern. "Why aren't you inside the aircraft already? It's dangerous here."

His temporary teammates ignored the banter and continued with their tasks. The alluring chief flight attendant explained, "I want to help as much as I can. It's the least I can do."

"Alright, go in now. Don't linger around. If possible, ask the pilots to reverse and taxi away from the airport. It'll buy you time."

"We only have pilots available for two aircraft," the stewardess said with a frown.

"Anyway, staying inside the plane is the safest option right now."

The woman was about to nod when a loud explosion drew their attention. Flames lit up their surroundings.

They saw a parked transport propeller aircraft in the open field blown in half from the middle. Fire spread, slowly engulfing the structure.

Lin Fan: "…"

Beautiful flight attendant: "…"

Special forces members: "…"

Airport security guards: "…"

Onlookers who heard Lin Fan's assurance: "…"

The corners of their lips twitched. Sometimes, words could backfire. Setting up an early flag really followed Murphy's Law.

Boom!

Right before their eyes, a projectile with a trail of smoke flew straight into another aircraft. Another explosion followed.

This time, they spotted the culprit—RPGs. Small figures fired at the staff members on the field.

Apparently, the staff had been hiding, thinking they were safer outside than confined inside the building.

"Okay, you can stay wherever you like," Lin Fan sighed and added. Anyway, the inner circle was still the safest.

He hadn't expected the terrorists to waste precious RPGs destroying aircraft. How much resentment did they hold?

Now, the back was completely exposed. One group attacked from the terminal, wreaking havoc inside, while another popped up to flank the exterior.

There was no way to defend the exterior. The worst had happened. Why did the terrorists seem so adamant about exterminating everyone in the airport?

Just then, they saw another projectile heading toward a larger plane in the distance—an Airbus A380.

Oh, no! This should belong to a big boss, possibly an important dignitary. The flight just arrived not long ago. There are people inside!

This was the collective thought of everyone, bracing for another explosion.

On the other hand, Lin Fan wondered why on earth such a massive aircraft was even in Country E, where it usually had no business. Was the airbus the terrorist's target from the beginning.

Before the projectile reached its destination, in contrast to their expectations, it exploded mid-air, stunning the onlookers.

What happened?