In the weaponized helicopter, Fario's second-in-command kept a weathered eye on the developments of the battle. At the same time, he instructed the pilot to lower the altitude to unleash a greater scale of suppression fire on the the crimson sedan. He wanted to end the battle as soon as possible.
Boom! Ta-ta-ta!
The Black Hawk swirled in the air, raining missiles and bullets at its zig-zagging prey. Victory was near.
At that moment, Fario's second-in-command suddenly yelled. His voice was full of terror and panic, as though he had witnessed something unbelievable.
"Quick! "Dodge!""Go higher!" Brusque and hurried orders were barked in a shrilling voice, as though he saw the monster known as Death approaching!
The pilot obeyed the orders instinctively. Just as he was about to make a maneuver, he realised that the numbers on the instrument panel had gone haywire. The helicopter momentarily lost control and stopped midair.
