If it had been before, Gao Guang really wouldn't have been able to use a thick rope to descend from a hovering helicopter, but now, carrying nearly twenty kilograms of combat gear, he controlled his descent speed with one hand and easily landed on the ground.
At two-ten in the morning, the temperature was minus sixteen degrees Celsius, at an altitude of one thousand six hundred and sixty meters, with a wind speed of five.
He glanced at his watch, confirmed his position with GPS, judged the direction, got the basic data, and Gao Guang looked up to see Laura releasing the handle and standing by his side.
The selected sniper position was one thousand two hundred meters away in a straight line, but actually walking there would probably require three thousand meters, at least two hours had gone by.
These mountains did not offer shaded trails where one could walk with ease and pleasure.
