radicalducati Chapter 827: Confrontation on the Snow Mountain
Chapter 827: Confrontation on the Snow Mountain
Vermouth opened her eyes with difficulty, her vision blurred.
Ryan's sneak attack was so tricky and brutal that it was completely beyond her expectations.
She expected him to ambush her, but she didn't expect him to break through the wall from the next room.
At the same time, she didn't realize that the wall was made of wood.
But it’s no use saying anything now, Vermouth is already in the tiger’s mouth.
She supported herself on the cold concrete floor with her arms and tried to get up. The severe pain made her groan: "Ugh..."
"Long time no see." Ryan bent down to pick up a heavy wooden stick at his feet, his voice cold, "Did you miss me?"
Before he finished speaking, a ferocious look suddenly broke out on his face, and his ten fingers gripped the stick tightly like iron clamps!
"Bang!!" The wooden stick whistled through the air and mercilessly smashed down on Vermouth's head.
Top of Snow Mountain.
The aerial chase between Baijiu and Mojito continues.
Mojito kept a tight grip on the shaky helicopter in front of him.
Every time he evaded danger, every time he escaped from a desperate situation, he gained a new understanding of the madness of liquor.
This guy's skills and mental qualities are simply inhuman.
If you say that white wine belongs to aliens, Mojito will definitely be the first to believe it.
Every escape was like a young boy who had just graduated from junior high school, single-handedly taking the head of an enemy general from a million-strong army.
It seems absurd, but it is actually happening before his eyes.
Baijiu squinted his eyes, and the strong reflection of the snow was like countless silver needles piercing his pupils.
Below is an endless and dazzling snowfield. If you stare at it for too long, even strange colored spots begin to appear in front of your eyes, just like staring at the grass of a football field.
He had to squint his eyes into slits and stare at the rearview mirror at the same time.
At the rear, dense ballistic trajectories were like the golden whip shadows of the god of death, constantly whipping around the fuselage, like two black-gold ropes hanging on both sides.
“Ding ding ding! Ding ding ding!!”
The shrill alarm sounded continuously from beginning to end.
This helicopter is already at the end of its strength. If the degree of damage could be displayed, it would definitely be over 90%!
The fact that it can dodge bullets at such an insane speed is a walking miracle in itself!
Suppose you let Macallan drive it?
Haha, I guess the grass on the grave is three inches high now.
The extent of this miracle is comparable to a person with all his limbs broken, bleeding from all seven orifices, and several knives stuck in his heart, but he can still sing loudly and complain about his fucked-up life!
This alarm may be the final countdown of the life of this "old friend".
From the moment it was taken over by liquor, its fate was doomed.
"Damn it! Why is it so difficult!" Mojito took advantage of the time to change the magazine, looking at the helicopter in front of him that was jumping up and down like a flea and could not be killed, and could not help cursing.
"Things have come to this..." In the cockpit, Baijiu took a deep breath, his eyes suddenly becoming as sharp as a knife, "This is the only way!"
He pushed the joystick forward all the way!
boom--!
The nose of the helicopter suddenly pressed down at a nearly vertical 90-degree angle, and it plunged headfirst into the surging sea of clouds below as if committing suicide!
"What does this lunatic want to do?!" the driver of the Mojito screamed in a different voice.
In his impression, only the Kamikaze Special Attack Force would fly like this!
"Your previous organization... had a rule that you can't die at the hands of the enemy?" The driver asked Mojito. In his opinion, Baijiu was clearly committing suicide out of despair.
"No." Mojito replied coldly and quickly replaced the ammunition belt.
He didn't want to waste time talking and was too lazy to pay attention to the driver. If he hadn't reacted quickly enough, the two of them would have turned into part of the iceberg and been buried here forever.
The propeller violently broke up the layers of clouds, and the airflow stirred up by the blades was like an invisible hammer, shaking the snow on the top of the mountain to roll down.
"No!!" The driver's pupils suddenly shrank into needle points.
A chill instantly rushed from his tailbone to the top of his head. When he finally realized Baijiu's intention, the helicopter was already like a ghost under the thick clouds.
Since it is impossible to discern the location of Baijiu, he is like a crocodile lurking at the bottom of the sea, which may burst out and crawl to the seashore at any time.
Looking at the huge, bottomless sea of clouds below, the driver instinctively felt fear.
He instinctively yanked on the joystick, causing the helicopter to climb rapidly instead of diving.
Under the unknown clouds, who knows if it is a valley or another snowy peak?!
"Hey! What the hell are you doing?!" Mojito jumped up from his seat, grabbed the driver's collar roughly, and almost lifted him out of his seat, his voice hoarse with rage.
"You're the fucking one!" The driver, on the verge of collapse, finally exploded. He shook off Mojito's hand, pointed downwards and roared, "What the hell is that place down there?! What if it's the top of a mountain?! Do you want to die in this godforsaken place?! Damn it!"
Mojito was choked and speechless. The driver was right.
He held onto the cabin door and leaned over to look at the churning white sea of death below. The strong wind ruffled his hair, making it look just like a Shamatte guy.
He pursed his lips, his eyes complicated.
"White wine..." He murmured in a low voice, with an indescribable emotion that was almost admiration, "Sometimes I really admire you... You are a complete desperate gambler."
Just as Mojito was feeling emotional—
The thick clouds below were suddenly torn apart by a violent force.
A scarred helicopter, like a black dragon lurking in the abyss, soared into the sky from a hole in the clouds with the force of thunder.
The nose of the plane pointed fiercely at them.
The speed was breathtaking! One second he was still beneath the clouds, and the next second the cold steel jaws were right in front of him.
Mojito's eyes had never been so wide in his life.
The whites of his eyes almost filled the entire eye sockets. He never dreamed that the attack of the liquor would be so direct, so crazy, and so... unreasonable!
It's like an apple that was originally placed on the table, but in the blink of an eye when you are thinking about how to eat it, it has turned into apple juice, filled in the cup, and placed in front of you.
His mouth opened unconsciously so wide that two fists could almost fit in.
He suddenly raised his hand and, with all his strength, hammered the driver's shoulder like a pile driver! Again and again!
In his opinion, the greater the strength, the faster the driver's reaction!
This is indeed the case. The driver originally wanted to react quickly, but because he exerted too much force, his brain prioritized the pain in his shoulders.
It was the first time that Mojito showed such an embarrassed and panicked expression. If you didn't know him, you would think he was a three-year-old child who was lost from his mother.
"Pull it up! Pull it up quickly!" Mojito's voice broke several times, piercing the ear. "Are you blind?! That lunatic is coming!!"
A close call!
The driver endured the severe pain of his shoulder blade almost breaking, and relying on the muscle memory engraved in his bones, he used up his last bit of strength to pull the joystick back hard!
The engine screamed its death whistle!
Although he behaved like a rookie before, a lean camel is still bigger than a horse.
After all, he is a veteran who has served in the U.S. Air Force for more than fifteen years, has flown countless advanced fighter jets, and is extremely experienced.
However, when faced with liquor, an "air gambler" that plays completely unpredictably, those textbook tactics and instinctive reactions seem to be ineffective.
He even began to doubt his life - could a helicopter be flown like this?!
It feels like everyone else eats with their mouths, but you see someone eating with their nostrils. It's ridiculous, but... they can actually "eat" something!
What’s even more ridiculous is...I can actually eat my fill. Don’t you think that’s ridiculous?
Baijiu lightly pulled the joystick, and the damaged fuselage drew a thrilling white arc trajectory, like the cold light of the Grim Reaper's scythe.
A clean U-turn—
He actually sneaked around like a ghost and appeared right behind the Mojito helicopter!
The offense and defense switched positions in an instant!
Mojito turned his head sharply and looked behind him. The helicopter that was biting his tail gave him a shocking shock! For half a second, he even wondered if a new enemy had joined the battle!
Holy shit! How is this possible?! A mouse actually turns around and starts chasing and biting a cat?!
This couldn't be blamed on Mojito's confusion. Ever since Baijiu boarded the helicopter, his worldview had been constantly being refreshed, shattered, and refreshed again!
Mojito instinctively raised his machine gun, and the black muzzle instantly locked onto the figure in the rear cockpit! Just as his index finger was about to pull the trigger—
His mind was like being struck by lightning! An even more terrifying thought exploded!
He suddenly dropped his gun, turned his head and stared at the helicopter that was approaching rapidly like a leech. Through the window, he could even see Baijiu's cold and resolute eyes!
"Damn it!!!" Mojito's roar tore through the cabin. "This lunatic son of a bitch wants to crash us to death!!!"
He grabbed the driver's collar and almost strangled him:
"If you want to live, drive as fast as you can!!!"