Luke waited for a moment for the helicopter to fly dozens of meters ahead of him.
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!
He emptied his clip as he aimed precisely. The helicopter had barely flown away from the convoy when blood splattered in the cockpit as the pilot was shot dead.
It was clear that this pilot wasn't wearing a bulletproof vest.
The helicopter spun and crashed somewhere in the distance.
Luke didn't spare it a glance. He quickly reloaded his M4A1.
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!
The criminals' last helicopter was still hesitating, when it was hit by a series of bullets. It instantly fled in fear, trailing smoke.
"This is Falcon. The criminals' helicopters have been taken care of." Luke pressed the walkie-talkie and spoke into it.
The convoy finally caught a break.
