Lake Michigan is as vast as the sea, and it glows a cold leaden gray under the gray sky.
The "Nighthawk" MK-5 was close to the surface of the lake, and the strong wind from its body plowed a brief white mark on the water.
All Ribbs could see was the flashing red dot coordinates on the screen - Eberhart's Silver Lake Resort.
Suddenly, the radar warning sounded! The cockpit was blinded by a blinding red light.
It's radar lock!
Reeves pulled the lever, swerving sharply to the right! The aircraft practically brushed against the surging waves. A string of tracer bullets, shrieking with death, brushed past the tail rotor, sending up a column of murky water several meters high across the lake!
The Chicago Air Police interceptor arrived late.
Reeves had no desire to engage them; his goal lay ahead! That private peninsula, ablaze with lights, like a pearl by the lake, was the Silver Lake Resort! Within this beautiful and tranquil scene lay a dangerous threat.
With the extraordinary maneuverability granted by [Mastery of Aircraft Driving], he left them behind and rushed directly into the luxury villas in the resort!
Just as the Nighthawk flew towards the core buildings of the manor like an arrow—
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
The resort's carefully disguised hedges, garage roofs, and even the attic skylights of the cabins suddenly flew open! Dazzling flashes of fire flashed!
The portable "Stinger" air defense missiles took off into the sky like a swarm of hell bees, weaving into a deadly fire net and covering the "Nighthawk"!
Eberhart was clearly prepared! How could the president of General Dynamics, a major figure in the military industry, be afraid of a small helicopter?
Boom! Boom! The explosion of the anti-aircraft missile sounded like fireworks.
Eberhart sat half-lying in the command room, his arm around a half-naked blonde beauty, slowly blowing out a smoke ring.
"Did you hear that, honey?" Eberhart's voice was filled with a controlled laziness as he flicked off his cigarette ash. "You Chicago police toys don't even have the right to approach my estate. Dared to barge in? This is what happens."
His eyes swept across the surveillance screen that flashed with cold light, which clearly divided every corner of the resort: hidden anti-tank rocket positions, automatic weapon stations hidden in trimmed bushes, open areas full of infrared and vibration sensors, and more elite security personnel lurking in the shadows.
This is his kingdom of Eberhardt. The defense system here is so strong that he is confident that he can turn even a small special forces unit into a sieve, let alone a Reeves.
The Chicago Police Department called, and an anxious voice warned Eberhart, "Mr. President! We just received a call from security. Governor Morgan has been murdered! We estimate the murderer's next target is you! Please protect yourself!"
Eberhart scoffed. "Morgan's dead? Ha, he's still too young and naive. I'm not surprised at all. Politicians like that rely on smooth talking and votes. As for their true strength, they're paper-mache."
After saying that, he hung up the phone, extinguished the cigarette, and relit one. His eyes looked through the curling smoke, as if they had penetrated the walls and the distance.
"Does Reeves really think he can challenge General Dynamics by killing an unarmed politician?" Eberhart muttered to himself. "That's pure mad dog stupidity. I'm waiting to collect his head as a decoration, and it'll save Harold some trouble."
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"Missiles locked! Multiple missiles incoming!" The electronic alarm sounded sharp and piercing.
Reeves' pupils shrank! The Nighthawk, in its dive, executed an extreme maneuver that defied common sense! The nose of the aircraft suddenly lifted, and with the tail rudder and engine power adjusted dramatically, the aircraft spun and rolled violently like a gyroscope out of control!
A Stinger missile nearly grazed the tail rotor! The high-temperature gases made the tail rotor blades sizzle! Boom! The other two exploded in mid-air less than ten meters to the side of the aircraft!
The violent shockwave slammed into the side of the aircraft, and the bulletproof portholes were instantly covered with spiderweb-like cracks! The aircraft shook violently, as if it had been hammered by a giant!
Sizzle! A ball of scalding liquid splattered onto the windshield. It was hydraulic oil! On the alarm panel, the hydraulic system failure warning light lit up glaringly!
Misfortunes never come singly! Below, the hidden heavy machine gun positions and automatic weapon platforms finally opened fire! A metal storm composed of countless lines of fire tore through the tranquility of the lakeside!
Dadadada——!!!
The violent bullets bit the flying beast fiercely!
Sparks flew across the fuselage, leaving behind hideous bullet holes. The rotor blades groaned under the weight! The expensive viewing glass beneath the fuselage was instantly shattered! Seat fragments and instrument parts flew across the cabin!
Puff! Puff! Ribs felt his left shoulder and forearm go numb at the same time!
Although the heavy bulletproof vest blocked his vital parts, the kinetic energy of the high-powered bullets at close range, coupled with the stray bullet fragments that penetrated his body, still injured him instantly!
"Fuck!" A roar came out from between Ribbs' teeth. His eyes were red and almost spitting fire!
The tachometer plummeted! Multiple critical systems on the dashboard flashed red lights! The fuselage trembled violently, and a heavy sluggishness came from the control stick!
The helicopter can no longer hold on and must make an emergency landing!
Ribs forcibly maintained the last bit of control over the out-of-control machine, staring intently at the open lawn in the manor below, using all his strength to pull the heavy joystick and push the throttle to the bottom!
The out-of-control "Nighthawk" was dragging thick smoke and flames, like a burning meteorite, moving crookedly but with a determined momentum as it plunged towards the lawn!
The lawn in my field of vision rapidly expanded! Trees and fountains twisted and swept past in the flames! Deafening alarms rang out!
Bang—Crack!!!!
Finally, the completely out-of-control aircraft spun and crashed into a tall ornamental bush in the distance!
A second before the plane touched the ground and exploded, Reeves tried his best, using the explosive power granted by [Strengthening the Body] to break free from the seat belt and rushed out of the cabin.
The "Nighthawk" behind him made a loud bang and turned into a fireball!
He rolled on the ground several times before he came to a stop. His whole body was covered with mud and grass clippings. The bulletproof vest helped him to offset most of the impact and blast fragments. Fortunately, he did not suffer any fatal injuries.
As soon as the plane exploded, Eberhart's bodyguards swarmed in from all over the manor.
Ribs struggled to raise his head, wiped the blood and soot off his face, and only the cold murderous intent from hell remained in his eyes.
The dense sound of footsteps came from far away, crushing the grass and rolling over the gravel - Eberhardt's elite security team, they were well-trained and coordinated tacitly, the cold muzzles of their automatic rifles were looming in the flickering firelight, and they quickly formed a tight cross-fire network, targeting the only living thing in the smoke and dust.
"Target down! Target down! Fire!"
"Group A, left! Group B, suppress the right! Group C, advance and confirm the kill!"
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