Without Law 18 by Eric Vall (romance novel chinese novels TXT) 📕

Either that, or they figured that it didn’t matter if their enemy had plasma guns, if they didn’t want to level the entire area, they wouldn’t attack with them.

In my opinion, that gave their enemy too much credit. My team was smart enough to figure out that the plasma was incredibly volatile, but I wouldn't trust anybody else to do that, especially not my enemy. Any idiot could steal a plasma gun off a corpse, and all it took was one shot to accidentally kill everyone in the area, including themselves.

Luckily, we weren’t those idiots, but I still felt like it was ridiculous of them to drive around with such a large amount of an incredibly volatile substance on full display.

Once I could figure out a way for us to use the small plane we’d got from the Military aviation museum to drop plasma bombs without being sucked into the blast zone, I’d be able to take out entire groups like this in one go.

I pushed those thoughts out of my head, took a deep breath, and focused on the task at hand. My finger was ready on the trigger as I watched the vehicles slowly make their way down the road.

The sound of the MiG filled my ears again, but it didn’t come into sight. The plane had to be nearby, but the vehicles were continuing on toward the collapsed bridge, so the pilot either hadn’t noticed, or he hadn’t thought it important information to pass along.

Either way, our plan was working perfectly, now we just had to wait for them to get past the first bridge.

The peninsula was large enough that their entire convoy should fit, and they were driving close enough together that once the first group saw the bridge, everybody would have to wait for the last vehicle to turn around before they could do anything.

It felt like an eternity that the soldiers were headed toward us, but finally, they made it to the first bridge, and the vehicles started to go over it two by two.

The sun had dipped just below the horizon, and I looked around the sky to see if I could spot the MiG, but it was nowhere in sight.

Fuck.

We needed to take out the MiG before the howitzer could blow the first bridge, but if the front soldiers got to the crumbled bridge first, that could be a problem.

I watched as each vehicle slowly passed over the first bridge and continued forward. The evening sun probably made it difficult for them to see what was in front of them, so I could only hope it would block out the view of the bridge for a little while longer.

I could still hear the MiG nearby, but when I looked for it, I only saw a darkening sky above me.

I glanced over to the girls to see how they were doing.

Anna’s body was tense, and she held her M9 at her side while she stared out at the ground troops.

Paige was crouched down low so she could barely see above the sandbags, but she had her pistol at the ready, too, and Tara was in a nearly identical position next to her.

Bailey had one eye closed as she looked through the site on her Barrett, and her chest rose and fell with even, deep breaths.

When I looked over to where Donna, Joe, James, and Johnny had the M51 set up, I caught Donna’s eye. The dark-haired woman nodded at me, and I nodded back to acknowledge that I’d seen her.

I knew my group wouldn’t let me down, but it was still difficult to sit and do nothing. I wanted to make the call to blow the bridge, but we had to get that MiG taken care of first. That was our number one priority at the moment, and the entire plan hinged on it.

The whirr of the MiG hit my ears again, but this time it was closer, and it continued to get closer and closer as I listened.

The jet would be over us in a matter of seconds.

I glanced back to the road to see there were only three more large vehicles that needed to come across the first bridge. The damn semi trucks seemed to move slower than I could have imagined as the sound of the MiG got louder and louder.

“Come on,” I willed the semis to get across.

“Tav,” Anna breathed, and I looked up to see the MiG fly just overhead.

“Fuck,” I glanced back to the road.

The last semi was halfway across. The ass end of it wasn’t quite over the bridge, but the front of it was, and that was good enough.

I gripped my walkie so hard my knuckles went white.

“Now!” I yelled into the small device, but the civilians were already on top of it.

The M51 fired at the same time that I hollered into the walkie, and I couldn’t help the large grin that came over my face as I watched the machine fire and eject the shell.

“Fuck, yes!” Tara exclaimed as everything went according to plan.

As soon as Jeff and Ben saw the MiG get hit, they’d fire the howitzer to blow the bridge, then we could start picking off the soldiers.

Our plan was working.

Time seemed to slow down as the blast from the Skysweeper headed straight for the North Korean fighter jet. The pilot clearly didn’t see it, either, since it was coming from behind him.

The MiG was just above the road now, and if the blast hit the jet as it flew over the other vehicles, that was even better for us. The distraction of pieces of their plane barreling at them would make a great opening for us to start picking off soldiers and vehicles.

I adjusted my H&K MP5 so it was aimed at the first vehicle