"Qiang~"
The sound of bullets colliding with metal was clearly transmitted into the cabin.
Johnson looked inside the cabin and saw that there was no extra hole anywhere. He thought the bullet had been deflected and was about to secretly rejoice.
The result is the next second.
"Didi dididi..."
Urgent alarm sounds echoed throughout the cabin.
The helicopter that was flying smoothly suddenly began to shake violently.
"What's going on? What's going on?" Johnson yelled at the pilot.
Charles, who was screaming in pain from being hit by the iron fragments and who had been doing various Fake, Shit, and Bichi, was also frightened by this turn of events and couldn't care less.
He grabbed the seat and handles tightly with both hands and looked at the pilot in the cockpit.
"The rotor is damaged and broken. There is no way to provide lift. I am trying to find a way to make an emergency landing. You two hold on and hold on."
The pilot was immediately sweating profusely and began to frantically operate various levers and buttons.
at this time.
"Bang~"
Another bullet flew over.
It once again penetrated the fuselage of the helicopter, and coincidentally passed through the back of the pilot's seat, and connected with the pilot in a gourd.
The bullet punched a hole in the front windshield with blood spurting out.
The terrifying lethality of the .50 sniper bullet left a big hole in the pilot's stomach and almost cut him in half.
The pilot wanted to say something, but when he opened his mouth, all he spat out was blood, and fragments of internal organs that flowed from the wound into the trachea and were left behind by breathing.
I wanted to do something with my hands one last time, but found that I didn't even have the strength to move my fingers.
Johnson and Charles looked at the large piece of flesh and blood sprayed out on the front windshield, and their faces suddenly turned as pale as paper.
At this moment, the two of them knew very well that they were really finished now.
Less than 5 seconds.
The helicopter, which was already out of control, flew crookedly for a while without the pilot's control, and crashed into a mountain.
"Boom~"
A ball of flame shot into the sky.
The fuel explosion caused by the helicopter collision caused the flame temperature to be extremely high. The surrounding sprite melted instantly, and the ignited smoke was as black as thick ink.
"No--"
Charles and Johnson only had time to shout before they were completely engulfed in flames.
The zombies waiting for the two of them were burned to death, and finally burned to a pile of charcoal, ending their sinful lives.
"Good job, man."
Memphis shouted excitedly on the radio when he saw the big fireworks rising.
Marcus, who survived the disaster, held his wife Anna, who he almost lost, tightly in his arms, and said with lingering fear: "Dragon, you saved me, thank you."
"I think my sniping skills are better than yours, especially when it comes to masturbating, haha." Long Zhan joked humorously.
"Quick, another helicopter is coming."
Memphis suddenly shouted at Infinite Power, and Long Zhan and Marcus looked over immediately.
I saw the helicopter that Charles was riding over. Perhaps he saw the big fireworks that exploded from the helicopter, and he was too frightened to stay here any longer.
At this time, the helicopter also started to start, and the rotors began to rotate.
"As long as I'm here, he can't leave."
Long Zhan immediately adjusted the direction of his sniper rifle and quickly locked onto the face full of panic in the cockpit of the red helicopter.
"Bang~"
"Pfft~~"
Guns go off, heads explode.
For a dragon that can hit high-speed moving targets, hitting a fixed target less than 150 meters away is simply not easy.
"Okay, it's all done. I'll withdraw first, and you can continue as planned."
After Long Zhan defeated all the enemies, he did not disband from the three disbands and join together. Instead, he said something on the radio and turned around and left.
"See you in Washington, DC."
Marcus replied to Long Zhan, waved to Memphis and said: "Let's go, let's get on the helicopter, it's time to meet your colleagues."
Memphis curled his lips, said nothing, and walked to the helicopter with Marcus.
He tore the pilot out of the helicopter and threw it on the snow, then started the helicopter and flew out of Glacier Park.
On the way, Memphis called Howard and said that he had already thought about it and was going to hand Marcus over to the FBI headquarters for processing.
When Howard heard that there was such a good thing, he immediately reported a location to him——
Bozeman General Airport!
The FBI swarmed in to arrest the Memphis group before, but ended up paving an empty space next to the highway, and finally set up a temporary headquarters here.
Memphis doesn't know how to fly a helicopter. Fortunately, Marcus has learned special driving and can drive all means of transportation.
A private small helicopter was no difficulty for him.
Marcus drove the helicopter straight to the airport. As soon as he parked the plane on the tarmac, a large group of FBI agents who had been waiting here swarmed up.
As soon as Memphis opened the hatch and came down, several guns were put to his head.
Even if Memphis shouted that I was Memphis and that I was also an FBI agent, it was useless. He could only raise his hands obediently and his whole body was searched.
Marcus' treatment was similar. He was held down as soon as he got off the plane.
Only Marx's wife Anna was better off. She was not pushed to the ground with a gun to her head, but was pushed to the side and dealt with separately.
From the Sharp helicopter being pointed at by a bunch of guns, to being put into a police car with handcuffs on his hands.
Marcus was calm from beginning to end.
Because this is part of his plan, as long as there are no gangsters like Charles behind to cause trouble, he will be able to wash away his grievances.
What Marcus and Long Zhan didn't know was that they left less than half an hour ago.
Two Black Hawk helicopters flew over.
One of them stopped at the location where the plane crashed, and a group of soldiers wearing combat uniforms without any army armbands or ranks walked out of it.
After they extinguished the burning helicopter fire, they lifted out three charred bodies.
He took the body aboard the Black Hawk helicopter, then rummaged through the helicopter and found several confiscated cell phones and some identifying items.
The Black Hawk helicopter took off again and took the lead to leave the distance it was flying to.
The heliport has not yet been processed.
Another helicopter parked on the mountaintop platform and moved all the bodies killed by Marcus and Long Zhan into the helicopter cabin.
The blood stains on the ground were not treated in any way, and then disappeared on the snow-capped mountains.
It's like it never happened.
The entire process was very much like Beechburg Farm. No body was left behind, only blood and remains, turning it into a strange scene.
This resulted in the sight of thick smoke from the helicopter, followed by the arrival of police and the FBI.
After searching the scene for a long time, no useful clues were found, and it turned into a strange incident that they could not understand just like the farm.
(End of chapter)
