"You know nothing about us. What we've done? What we do so that people can live in peace. Of course, as police, you thought solving crimes and arresting people is a lot."
"Oh crap," Jiang Yu smacked her chin. "Here we go again. Major, I don't want to undermine you but you and your boys are spicy chicken. Period."
"You…you…" The Major's cheek reddened from anger. The soldiers also heard Jiang Yu referring to them as little spicy chickens and were furious. In contrast, Spirit Fox members trembled and held their laughter to avoid showing ugliness.
"What? Disagree?" Jiang Yu folded her arms. "Is there anyone among your subordinates or you, who ever has any combat experience? You better search what we dealt with in recent months and today. Ironically, we risk our lives more than you. Wanted criminals.
Gangsters armed with firearms. Rescuing hostages. Huge gunfight. So, please stop using military as the means to show off, I'm disgusted."
"I'm not talking more with bitch like you who doesn't understand our affairs. Military secrets, don't you know?" The major cursed.
"Of course, I do. I used to serve in the military for five years."
"Wait—what? You also serve in the military. You should understand us?"
"Like I said, I've seen both honorable and despicable acts during my deployment. Using the military's flag will do nothing to me. Major, as someone from the army, I hope you don't make my task difficult."
"I'm informing my superiors now. You'll be embarrassing yourself with the blockades. If you have any sense of shame, you better release us."
Threatened, Jiang Yu laughed. She and her subordinates cared little to none about the bullshiteries in the work politics. They were independent and only answered to Ling Qingyu.
Because Yang Qingyue was Ling Qingyu's close friend, they helped and served with dedication, in addition to their original desire to serve the country in another way and relieve their boredom. Kicking doors, and arresting criminals, saving people and fighting against injustice exhilarated every Spirit Fox.
Jiang Yu spread her hands and said. "Well, if you have the courage, why don't you draw your gun and bet whether I'll draw fast or you will?"
Jiang Yu's challenge went unanswered as the major remained silent. He knew what Jiang Yu spoke just now was likely the truth. Indeed, comparing his subordinates to hers, he lost. Combat literacy, experience, skills and even elite momentum. Spirit Fox leaned more toward military standards than the police.
Continuing to argue with Jiang Yu would only result in self-defeat. Although the five veterans inside the vehicle, couldn't hear from afar, they observed the major's depression.
They flashed thumbs-up secretly at the Spirit Fox's commander. This was the first time, they saw the major who relied on background and cunningness stumbled.
Unwilling to show defeat, the major's eyes shone as he waved his hand, signaling his subordinates. The soldiers cocked the bolts. Collective metallic clicks resounded like a drum to announce war had begun.
Jiang Yu narrowed her eyes and sneered. Since he wanted to play, let's play along. She elicited a command through the radio. After a dozen seconds, multiple footsteps wafted from the height.
On the two flanks of the military convoy, her operators, who were running from a distance, rapidly took position and aimed down at the soldiers. Their entry forced the soldiers to flare out and adjust the formation.
The major shouted and waved again. Above the armored jeeps, turret gunners opened the hatches and removed the clothing, which hid the machine guns.
They rotated the turrets in the direction of Spirit Fox, their hands on the triggers as if upon receiving orders, they would shred everything into oblivion. A naked threat, which Jiang Yu understood.
As usual, Spirit Foxes responded with simple action. Everyone switched on the lasers mounted on the weapon systems. Multiple red lines simmered through the air and burned slightly on targets. Turret gunners received more attention.
No shouts, no maneuvering, or showing off. They only displayed strength with confidence.
The result was immediate. The soldiers' morale dropped to the lowest. It was one thing to know the opposing party aimed roughly in their direction; no one knew for certain who might be hit but there remained a mysterious luck.
It was another when the soldiers knew they were targeted and for certain could die, particularly the arrogant machine gunners, who wiped their cold sweats above their foreheads, wondering whether the radiation increased the temperature.
The major gritted his teeth. He completely lost the war game. There wasn't a need to fight in order to discover who won. Everyone understood the art of warfare. Surrounded from all sides and ambushed from elevated positions, the military lost in terms of position.
The final straw came from the weapons' lasers. The disparity between equipments told the very likely outcome if battle erupted. Heck, the major expressed envy at Spirit Fox's equipment.
Only the special force units in the military enjoyed this rich treatment. Although he tried to ignore it, Spirit Fox's operatives used QBU-191, the latest assault rifle, entirely overwhelming and outclassing his QBZ-95. The war game ended with Spirit Fox's victory as the initiative tilted toward Jiang Yu's team.
Both sides competed for the balance of power during these formation maneuvers. Even if the two were aware, the situation shouldn't escalate to a huge firefight and a disaster, negotiation required threats and leverage.
In fact, these war games occurred frequently between nations like playing chess against one another. Many aspects and factors could be calculated for a sound prediction. Deployments, statistics and national morales were counted in the equation—if conflicts broke out, who won in a given situation? That would determine the nations' decision and future plans, either to respond or withdraw or draw out.
Frankly, aerial conflicts played the same game. Fighter planes scanned the opposing planes and locked with their radars. No missiles were launched but the other pilots attempted to evade to get out of lock and maneuvered to lock back at the enemy. This was a test of skills and both sides could see who won and lost.
Radar locking or tracking was similar to someone with a gun pointing at a person not yet pulling the trigger. Likewise, Jiang Yu and the major orchestrated a small battle simulation.
Naturally, if real conflicts occurred things might not go as planned or shown by the game. War is a tool for political means. As long as both came to an agreement, conflicts could be avoided.
"So, Major. What's your next move? I have further support coming here. In my eyes, You…lost. Please respect yourself." Jiang Yu chuckled.
"Hmph!" The major waved his fist and returned to his car, apparently seeking help and unwilling to admit defeat or couldn't do so.