Chapter 261

Suddenly, a huge explosion came from outside the city.

Vincent stopped his steps, quickly picked up the night vision observation mirror and looked in the general direction of the SA-3 launcher. Sure enough, he saw a huge fireball rising in the distance.

"God bless them! They succeeded!"

Sure enough, his men ran over quickly.

"Boss, he's done!"

"Old fish?! you've done it!?" Vincent excitedly held the microphone. Like standing on the Oscar stage waiting for the candidate to announce the final little golden man winner, he heard his rapid heartbeat and heavy breathing.

This is the moment to declare life and death.

"Done. Our location is about 7 kilometers northeast of the city. The map marks area 221. You will pick us up right away. It is estimated that we will be surrounded soon. Come quickly!"

The old fish's voice came from the radio microphone, like the sound of nature.

"God bless!" Vincent breathed a sigh of relief.

He immediately took out his satellite phone, dialed lieutenant colonel tapiva's number, told the other party the news of destroying SA-3 air defense missile, and asked for Mi-17 to land at the door of the hospital immediately.

Not long after I put down the phone, I saw the Mi-17 trembling from the air, and then landed steadily on the ground under the guidance of my men.

"Up! Up!"

Vincent and his mercenaries carried several bodies onto the plane, turned around and guessed to Kun standing next to the plane: "boy, you're lucky, go up!"

"Captain, can I take my cousin's body?" Kun guessed.

Vincent refused: "no, the location is limited, or you can not go. I'll take your cousin's body out."

Kun guess stood in place, hesitating.

Vincent said impatiently, "the plane doesn't have much oil. Your cousin is dead. The dead people are a pile of rotten meat in Africa. They are no different from those animal corpses in the field. Dust to dust and earth to earth. Are you going or not?"

Kun guessed that he was still hesitating.

"Well, since you are willing to accompany your cousin, don't blame me for breaking my promise." Vincent turned and left. He didn't intend to guess with Kun at all. After a few steps, he said, "your friends are still waiting outside the city. If you don't want the plane to run out of gas, they can't get on the plane, the best thing is to hurry up!"

Kun guessed that he had finally made up his mind.

Vincent is right. People are dead. The most important thing in Africa is bodies.

He ran, caught up with Vincent and jumped on the plane.

Mi-17 soon took off, pointed its nose in the air and flew out of the city.

"Captain!" Vincent got to the nose, stretched out the map and pointed to the SA-3 launch position above: "fly here, three of us are still on the ground."

The pilot was a black captain. He took off his headphones, looked at the map, looked at the fuel indicator, and shook his head like a rattle.

"No! We don't have enough fuel. I don't know if we can fly back to Waterloo Airport. It will cost me a lot of fuel to land and take off again. No!"

"Damn it! They blew up the missile launcher, or you won't get in!" Vincent said. "Can you try it!"

"The fuel meter won't deceive people. I won't take this risk! If you insist, I'm afraid it's easy for everyone to make a forced landing. Now all the areas leading to Freedom City are unsafe. The latest news is that the rebels have attacked rockell area. If we make a forced landing near there, I'm afraid we will be surrounded by the rebels!" the black captain refused to agree to Vincent's request.

Rokel is located on the back of Bo City, less than 200 kilometers away from Liberty City.

Since the rebels have attacked there, that is, within a few hundred kilometers from Bo City to Freedom City, except for the two hundred kilometers outside Freedom City, other places are not safe areas.

Once the plane makes a forced landing in the enemy occupied area, the thousands of rebels swarming up are simply beyond the resistance of the dozen mercenaries.

"You have to make a choice!" said the black captain. "And I won't risk two or three of you! There are more important people on the plane!"

He pointed to Juliet.

"For God's sake!" Vincent looked up and closed his eyes.

The helicopter flew out of Bocheng in the twinkling of an eye. If it doesn't turn, it will soon completely fly out of this area. It seems that the plane is as simple as raising and lowering at a distance of 7 kilometers.

Whether to land or not is a matter of life and death.

Finally, when he lowered his head again, he said to the pilot, "change the way! We won't go to area 221 and fly directly to Freedom City!"

Vincent made his own decision.

It was getting brighter. Through the porthole, he looked at the green and yellow mud land outside. The huge smoke from area 221 was still there, and the location of SA-3 launch vehicle became a raging fire.

"Old fish, it's not that I Vincent is unkind, it's your bad luck."

Old fish's call came from the radio.

"Vincent, I see the plane. You can descend! I'll guide you!"

Soon, a red smoke bomb appeared on the ground. It was obvious that someone threw a red smoke bomb at the ground. That was where Lao Yu and Qin Fei were. It was the landing site where Mi-17 should have gone.

He looked at Vincent with his radio men behind his back. Vincent turned his head and pretended not to hear.

Kun Chai, sitting opposite the radio soldier, suddenly ran away and rushed up. He punched the radio soldier on the jaw and hit him straight. Before he reacted, Kun Chai grabbed the microphone and pressed the call button.

"Boss! They're going to abandon you! They don't land, they fly straight..."

Before he finished, Kun guessed that he was directly hugged by several tall mercenaries and pressed on the floor of the aircraft cabin. He didn't understand, but he still cursed unclearly: "I grass mud horse, m national guy, you have no fucking credit! You are a scum, and you don't deserve to be a man!"

On the ground, Qin Fei looked at Mi-17, which was about to exceed the landing range, and his heart was covered with a shadow.

He said to the old fish beside him, "something's wrong. They seem to be flying over."

The old fish picked up the radio receiver and called Vincent.

"Vincent, we have marked the landing area with red smoke bombs. Please land immediately..."

There was no response on the radio.

Qin Fei looked around. The ground was covered with the bodies of rebel soldiers. There was a platoon of rebels here, but now they are all dead.

There was also a row of Indian peacekeepers who were captured by the rebels and operated SA-3.

Raytheon Eric pointed a gun at these guys. He didn't intend to be too polite to these curry soldiers, because if it weren't for these pigs, I'm afraid the first Mi-17 wouldn't fall. Indirectly, these people were also accomplices of the rebels.

The Mi-17 has flown out of the range it should have landed.

The old fish's face changed. He seemed to realize something. As soon as he picked up the microphone, he heard Kun guess's cry.

"Boss! They're going to abandon you! They don't land, they fly straight..."