The flame of revenge was not extinguished by Morgan's death. Harold, Sterling, Eberhart... the list is still very long.
Ribbs stood where he was, his cold gaze sweeping across the governor's twisted body. There was no triumphant satisfaction on his face, only icy calmness.
He knew that the gunshots, explosions, and the forced landing of the helicopter had been like a boulder dropped into a calm lake, completely awakening the law enforcement forces of Chicago and even Illinois.
At this moment, police may be gathering from all directions of the city.
"Time is running out..." Ribs muttered to himself.
Morgan is dead, but Harold, Sterling and Eberhart, the three "big guys" involved in the planning, are still alive.
The next target must be Eberhardt! This man at the helm of the military-industrial giant was one of the key figures behind the scenes, participating in the profiteering, enjoying the "lesson," and intending to completely crush him.
Without a moment's hesitation, Reeves turned and strode out of the living room, which was filled with the aura of death. The corridor was in ruins, and the flashing red and blue police lights outside the window had cast a strange and distorted light on the night sky.
He walked towards the tarmac without stopping, with a clear goal in mind.
The "Nighthawk" MK-5 that had made great contributions was parked there quietly, its rotor still maintaining a low speed, emitting a low hum, and its fuselage was covered with bullet holes and traces of gunpowder, like a bloody steel behemoth.
Ribs nimbly opened the cockpit door again and got in.
He took a deep breath, quickly started the engine and checked the instruments.
Fortunately, despite its disheveled appearance, this crystallization of General Dynamics' top technology demonstrated its amazing toughness, and its core systems are still functioning normally.
He pushed the throttle lever up hard!
“Buzz——!!!”
A stronger airflow swept over the platform again, blowing away the thick smell of gunpowder. Like a ferocious beast awakened, the helicopter took off again!
This time, he controlled the machine to instantly rise to a height high enough to overlook the entire city.
Chicago was like a disturbed anthill under his feet, with countless police cars flashing dazzling lights rushing from all directions towards the glaring coordinate point of the Governor's Mansion.
But this is no longer his battlefield.
The radar warning device emitted a shrill beep, and the air control channel was filled with chaotic calls and warnings. It was obvious that an air unit was trying to intercept.
Ribs's eyes were sharp as an eagle's, his [Aircraft Mastery] skill pushed to its limit. Instead of clumsily climbing to engage the air force, he slammed the joystick down!
The "Nighthawk" is like a heavy spearhead, swooping down from a high altitude at an almost suicidal angle, using the city's complex high-rise buildings as cover to fly at an ultra-low altitude!
He instantly adjusted the plane's direction, the arrow fixed firmly on due east—100 kilometers outside the Chicago suburbs, the Silver Lake Resort on the shores of Lake Michigan! The flames of revenge burned in his chest. Next target: Eberhard! This military giant must be eliminated immediately!
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