chsdbacks Chapter 824: This kind of scenery should be better with Vermouth
Chapter 824: This kind of scenery should be better with Vermouth
Fortunately, Mojito reacted quickly! The moment his vision was engulfed by the huge shadow, he leaped from the back seat like a cheetah, grabbed the joystick and pressed it hard to the right!
The fuselage made a harsh metallic groan and instantly tilted sharply to the right!
The huge spherical payload whizzed past the left porthole, and the violent airflow it brought up caused the helicopter to vibrate violently!
They were just a hair's breadth away from diving into the icy lake and taking a boiling water bath "heated" by the helicopter engine.
Baijiu stared down intently.
Huge splashes of water exploded on the calm lake surface, and the torn ripples spread wildly in all directions uncontrollably like the hideous roots of an ancient tree.
The scenery is breathtakingly magnificent.
But this was definitely not the scenery he wanted to see.
If he really wanted to appreciate the beautiful scenery of the lake and mountains, he should bring Vermouth with him, and the two of them should sit side by side in the shade of the trees, feeling the gentle breeze from the lake.
Let her hair with the fragrance of sandalwood fall into my palm and watch the fallen leaves dancing beside me.
But what about now? Damn it! Not only did he fail to knock Mojito down, but he completely exposed himself!
Baijiu looked at the ripples on the lake that lingered for a long time. A surge of anger rushed to his head, and he clenched his fist and smashed it hard on his thigh: "Fuck! Damn it!"
This is the best opportunity, and maybe the only opportunity!
It just slipped away like that!
Mojito, still in shock, half leaned out of the cabin door, staring up at the hovering helicopter above him, and ordered the pilot in a hoarse voice: "Climb! Fly over it!"
"Yes! Yes!!" the driver responded in a crying voice, with tears of surviving the disaster still hanging in the corners of his eyes.
Baijiu did not choose to continue raising the price, but instead pressed the joystick down suddenly.
The helicopter dropped rapidly in altitude like a diving falcon.
He turned his head, his cold gaze piercing through the porthole, accurately piercing Mojito who was also leaning out below.
Two helicopters hovered side by side over the clear blue lake.
Mojito looked at that familiar yet heart-pounding face, the corners of his mouth involuntarily curled up a little, and his eyes revealed a complex and indistinguishable expression...admiration?
The two of them nodded slightly across the void.
Putting aside the life-and-death stance, Mojito had to admit in his heart that he had an almost pathological appreciation for white wine.
This opponent always breaks the limits of his imagination.
After many years in the industry, Baijiu is the only man he truly admires.
He also gradually understood Ryan's feelings.
Often, the people who appreciate you the most are not your lover or family.
There are more of your enemies, your mortal enemies.
He really couldn't imagine how this guy managed to get on another helicopter without anyone noticing.
But Baijiu is just like that - the more bizarre the thing, the more likely he is to do it.
Mojito doesn't think he would be too surprised if one day he transformed into Ultraman and fought monsters.
There is no such feeling of mutual appreciation when it comes to liquor.
He bit his lower lip viciously, his eyes like knives: "That's right! Fuck your grandpa! It's your grandpa! You son of a bitch! Look at your mother!"
There was no appreciation, only the most primitive and coldest anger and cursing.
Mojito watched Baijiu's lips move through the glass and even managed a faint smile: "It seems that among the strong, there really is... well, mutual respect?"
He misunderstood the silent lip movements.
Baijiu's lips opened and closed faster, and the silent curses were like a torrential rain.
Mojito touched his chin and smiled even more deeply: "Oh? You have so much to say to me? That's fine..."
He shrank back, bent down, pulled out a long-prepared M249 machine gun from the back seat, and held it heavily in his arms. "... Speak now, otherwise, there will be no chance."
He murmured to himself: "Ryan, you are right..."
Before boarding.
Ryan personally handed him the heavy machine gun: "Take it with you. I think the liquor will definitely come up."
Mojito frowned: "Why?"
Ryan gave an enigmatic smile: "Based on my understanding of him."
"It seems..." Mojito placed the cold barrel of his gun against the hatch, his scope fixed firmly on the figure in the cockpit opposite, "...I still don't know you well enough."
The corners of his mouth curled up into a cruel arc, "But it doesn't matter..."
Keep your finger steady on the trigger.
"Why would I bother trying to understand a...dead man?!"
“Da da da da da——!!!”
Dazzling tongues of fire suddenly erupted! A dense rain of bullets, like a metal storm, instantly tore through the air and poured madly towards the cockpit where Baijiu was!
"Damn it!" Baijiu's pupils suddenly shrank, and he pushed the joystick to the bottom!
A strong feeling of weightlessness instantly gripped my whole body, and my internal organs seemed to be thrown out of my throat.
But after experiencing the real life-and-death fall in Hanguan, this bit of weightlessness seemed as gentle as riding an old man's car.
Baijiu displayed an almost demonic talent for driving.
The propeller screamed like a tearing tear, and the fuselage slid and rolled sideways at an incredible extreme arc.
Bullets as dense as a rainstorm whizzed past the belly and rotor of the aircraft, and shot into the hard snow mountain wall below in vain, stirring up snow dust all over the sky and falling into the lake.
"Tsk," Baijiu even had time to laugh at himself, "It seems I'm more suitable to be a driver than that guy Vodka."
Mojito stopped his futile strafing and retreated into the cabin with a gloomy expression. Reason overwhelmed his anger - if he continued to spray bullets pointlessly like this, the ammunition belt would be empty in half a minute.
"Fuck your ancestors for eighteen generations!" The roar of the liquor seemed to penetrate the roar of the engine! He suddenly pulled the joystick back all the way!
The helicopter seemed to be lifted by a giant hand, its engine roaring, and the fuselage climbed violently at a nearly vertical 45-degree angle, instantly crossing the snow-capped mountain peak!
"Heh." Mojito sneered and followed calmly.
In his eyes, liquor is a trapped beast.
He was a fully armed hunter, wearing level three armor and a level three helmet, while the opponent was just a prey struggling in vain.
"Ding-ling-ling! Ding-ling-ling!!" A shrill alarm suddenly sounded in Baijiu's cockpit!
"Oh my god..." The violent vibration made Baijiu's jaw tremble uncontrollably. "It's too strong... Is it too much?!"
"It's over!" He discovered in despair that no matter how frantically he shook it left and right, or pushed and pulled the joystick back and forth, the helicopter seemed to be grabbed by an invisible giant hand, stubbornly maintaining a downward posture, like an out-of-control rocket, plummeting towards the icy lake below.
His vision blurred instantly, and the world spun! The entire world seemed to be drawn into a giant vortex, and his helicopter was rapidly falling towards the center of the vortex that swallowed everything!
"Pull up! Pull up!!" The harsh synthetic alarm sound overlapped with the sharp alarm bell, madly attacking the eardrum.
"Ground barrier! Ground barrier! Please pull up immediately!!" The system's warning sound became more and more urgent, and the volume almost broke the eardrums.
"Please raise the price! Please raise the price! Please raise the price!!!" The cold mechanical voice was like a death warrant.
"Pull it again! Pull it again!!" Baijiu's face was ferocious, his teeth were clenched, veins on his hands were bulging, and he used all his strength to pull the joystick back, his body almost lying on the seat.
He was like a doctor facing a dying patient. Even though he knew there was little hope, he still refused to give up the last heartbeat.
Mojito leaned forward, frowning as he watched the helicopter plummeting like a meteorite. "What's this guy... up to?"
Just as the belly of the plane was less than a meter away from the surging lake surface, and the cold water vapor was almost hitting his face—
The miracle happened!
The nose of the aircraft suddenly lifted up! The engine roared loudly! Like a phoenix rising from the ashes, the entire helicopter clung to the water's surface and dangerously darted out from the narrow gap between two snow-capped peaks!
"I knew you could do it..." Baijiu let out a long breath, as if soothing a frightened horse.
Until the last moment, he did not choose to jump out of the plane.
This is a huge gamble, a gamble that the giant steel bird still has a breath left, and a gamble that his own technology can create a miracle!
During the previous mission in France.
Baijiu: "Vodka, what if the joystick fails? Or stalls."
Vodka: "No way, I am absolutely confident in my skills."
Baijiu: “I mean hypothetically!”
Vodka: "It's impossible to assume..."
Baijiu: "If you keep talking nonsense, I'll shoot you. Tell me, what should we do if we lose control?"
Vodka: "...lightly move the stick in the direction of the stall, and when you feel you have some control back, just...pull the stick with all your strength to climb!"
With Baijiu's kind communication, this burning formula saved his life at this moment!
However, before I could catch my breath——
"咻咻咻——!!"
In the rear, deadly rain of bullets tore through the sky again!
Mojito's machine gun spitted out flames, and bullets whizzed past the fuselage!
He glared fiercely at the helicopter in front of him that had just escaped, his eyes like a hungry wolf choosing its prey.