The UH-1H helicopter swiveled its nose again and began to lower its altitude, it had to coordinate with the machine gunner inside the cabin.
Striking from the air to the ground was almost like a downgrade in dimensions.
It was obvious that the five guys desperately fleeing on the ground were on a path to their own death.
Meanwhile, sniper Rock, who had been lying in ambush at the vantage point without moving, was waiting for the right moment.
He had to wait for the helicopter's nose to point in his direction.
And the direction Wilson and his team were running was enticing the helicopter into the trap, if it fired at Wilson and the others, the cockpit windshield would be facing his direction.
The night vision was already set to thermal mode.
As the helicopter turned to pursue Wilson and the others, Rock saw two huge colorful blobs on the infrared thermal mode—the two pilots sitting behind the windshield.
Distance: 214 meters...
Wind speed: 3
Wind force: 4
Wind direction: crosswind
Bang—
Just as the helicopter's machine gunner aimed and started firing at the ground, Rock fired the first bullet.
He was truly a member of "Watcher".
This shot hit the pilot on the left precisely.
Although it was just a 7.62 caliber sniper round, it was steel-cored.
Crack—
A small hole appeared on the windshield.
The chief pilot's chest burst out a string of fresh blood.
The helicopter shook for a moment.
The copilot hurriedly took control to stabilize the aircraft.
The machine gunner inside the cabin was jolted violently, the aim was off, and the first burst of bullets missed.
Through the night vision, the bullets could be seen flying towards a distant hillside.
"There's a sniper!"
The copilot shouted, yanking the control stick to make a sharp turn.
Bang—
The second shot came.
Crack—
Another small hole appeared on the windshield.
The copilot's head tilted to one side, his body twitching.
The helicopter now was completely out of control, wobbling in the air like a drunkard, and eventually, it crashed into the side of a mountain.
Boom—
The wreckage rolled down the hillside, with bodies and debris scattered everywhere, flames rising, and immediately starting to burn fiercely.
A slight smile appeared on Rock's lips.
"Boss, I've taken care of the helicopter."
"Come join us right away, we have to retreat, we can't stay here any longer, we have already contacted headquarters, we have to make it out of the no-fly zone on our own, someone will meet us there."
"OK, I'm on my way."
Rock quickly packed up his sniper rifle, gathered his equipment, his movements very swift.
After he was ready, he started to run down the mountain, chasing after his team.
He had just reached the bottom of the mountain area and had only run a few steps.
Suddenly, he stopped.
"I've been careless..."
Cold sweat seeped out from under the rim of his bunny hat, dripping...
A strange feeling surged from the bottom of his heart.
Rock gave a bitter smile.
That was the sensation of a master hiding behind him.
He let go, dropping the sniper rifle.
Then he raised his hands.
"May I turn around?"