Chapter 676
You Hit My Heart
Luther took a helicopter and was the first to arrive at the cliff.
The helicopter flew around the parking yard at the end of the road.
Several vehicles were all crashed together and there was an old Ford
in front. The windshield of the Ford had been shattered completely and
the car itself was apparently hit by many bullets and currently looked
like a sieve.
Judging from the number of the other vehicles, he thought there should
be more than a dozen of killers following Joyce.
Could it be that the old Ford was the car Joyce was driving?
Luther's heart jumped as he peered down the window. Fortunately
there was no one in the car.
He breathed a sigh of relief.
The pilot turned his head to Luther and said, "Mr. Warner, there's not
enough room for us to land. Let's go further up.â
"Good."
Luther responded.
The helicopter climbed up gradually, looking for a suitable landing site.
"Mr. Warner, there is a small clearing in the middle of the bushes and
stone forest in front. We should be able to land there. Let's try, OK?"
The pilot slowed down and gradually approached the spot he talked
about.
Yet this was where Joyce confronted the Killers earlier.
It was empty, but the emptiness also made them an easier target.
Not to mention the helicopter they were riding in.
One of the killers heard the sound and suddenly appeared from behind
a boulder, firing several shots at the cockpit.
The killer was also a good shot and the bullet went straight to the pilot's
head.
"Stay low!"
Luther noticed that something was wrong and hurriedly pressed the
pilot's body downward with force to avoid a fatal blow to his head.
The glass on the side of the helicopter was shattered as a result. The
pilot was still unfortunately shot in the arm and the severe pain directly
affected his ability to maneuver the helicopter.
The helicopter shook violently in the air.
The pilot hurriedly pulled the helicopter up in a straight line and left their
shooting range to avoid another attack.
Luther knew in his heart that the helicopter he was riding in today was
merely a commercial pocket helicopter, not a military one. It came with
no ballistic protection, let alone any firepower.
Light and thin as it was, it simply could not withstand their attack. Just
now if the Killer was professional enough and shot the helicopter's fuel
tank, the helicopter would simply explode in the air.
"Mr. Warner, I'm afraid we're not going to be able to land. Once we get
close to the clearing and within range of their fire, we can be attacked
at any time."
The pilot gritted his teeth and endured the pain of the shot, his face
white and lips shivering.
Luther understood in his heart that the pilot was not a soldier, nor a
SWAT, and he was just an ordinary commercial pilot. He just got shot,
and it had not been easy for him to hold on.
He couldn't force his idea on him.
âYou drive to the parking yard just now. Keep the altitude as low as you
can, and let me get down with a rope. You can then go straight back,
find a place to land, call an ambulance, and don't worry about me."
He calmly commanded.
"Yes, Mr. Warner."
The pilot responded. Apparently, right now, this was the best way to go.
Just now Mr. Warner saved his life, and he would keep that in mind.
Moreover, Mr. Warner was known for his generosity for his employees.
He forced himself to endure the pain and sworn inwardly to complete
his job.
The pilot flew the helicopter back to the parking lot, lowered the rope
ladder, and with all the skill of his life, he kept himself as close to the
ground as possible.