Chapter 676


    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 shatteredpletely 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 tond. Let''s


    go further up."


    "Good."


    Luther responded.


    The helicopter climbed up gradually, looking for a suitablending site.


    "Mr. Warner, there is a small clearing in the middle of the bushes and stone forest in front. We should


    be able tond 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 ss 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 amercial 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 tond. 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


    He couldn''t force his idea on him.


    "You 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 ce tond, call an ambnce, and don''t worry about


    me."


    He calmlymanded.


    "Yes, Mr. Warner."


    The pilot responded. Apparently, right now, this was the best way to go.


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    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 toplete his job.


    The pilot flew the helicopter back to the parking lot, lowered the ropedder, and with all the skill of his


    life, he kept himself as close to the ground as possible.