Since there was no need to die or be captured, the two pilots of the FACR guerrillas were naturally happy to hear this.
They were not blind, and they could also see that Qin Fei was not interested in them at all. This killer with a face full of jungle fighting paint seemed to be targeting only the drug lord Garcia tonight.
The Skylark III helicopter tilted its fuselage in the air, turned, and flew in the direction of Cali City.
Qin Fei checked the flight direction on the GPS and felt that there was no problem. Then he stood up and walked to "Professor" Morris.
"Morris?" Qin Fei called out this guy's name, "Are you 'Professor' Morris?"
"Don't kill me, don't kill me... If you want money, I'll give it to you. I'm just a little guy, my life is worthless..." Morris held his head incoherently, not even daring to raise his head.
"David Morris is a computer genius. He broke through the firewalls of the CIA and FBI when he was a teenager. He was recruited into the CIA as a technical director right after graduating from high school. The person who designed Achilles' heel, you call him a bastard? You know
How many people are looking for you now? If I say I can buy you for 100 million U.S. dollars, I guess many people will pay for it. Your life is very valuable."
Qin Fei squatted down next to Morris.
"God, the thing I regret most is helping the CIA design that damn thing. That's not what I wanted to do. They forced me to do it... No, no, no, are you from the CIA?"
Morris suddenly realized that he might have said the wrong thing.
What if Qin Fei was from the CIA, wouldn't he be calling people evil in front of Mr. Bao?
"Morris, I'm not from the CIA." Qin Fei looked at Morris panicking like a poor quail, so he comforted him: "I am a friend of Red Ghost and White Ghost, understand? Yuri, you know them.
"
"Yuri? Red Ghost?" Morris froze and suddenly looked up at Qin Fei.
Slowly, he saw clearly the outline of the person in front of him. He was an Oriental!
"Have you received my distress message?" he asked.
Qin Fei nodded: "Yes, we did receive the last message you sent. We have been trying to ask you for help before, but you have been avoiding us. There is no way. If you had shown up earlier, you might not have suffered this kind of crime.
"Don't worry, I'm not here to kill you, I'm here to save you. I'm looking for you to help you untie Achilles' heel. Xiaolin and Yuri said they can't untie it."
After listening to Qin Fei's words, Morris knew that he was really safe now.
Before the accident, he sent a secret message to Yuri and He Weiming, whose pseudonym was Xiaolin. Only the three of them knew about these things. Since the person in front of him knew these things, he must be a friend of Yuri and Xiaolin.
"I told you earlier!"
Morris immediately blushed, peed his pants in front of his friends, cried and shouted, which made him feel very embarrassed.
Getting up from the ground and sitting back on his seat, Morris straightened his clothes and suddenly said seriously to Qin Fei: "Brother, can you do me a favor?"
"What are you busy with?" Qin Fei asked as he took out the communication headset he got from Angelil.
"Back to Cali City, I met Yuri, Xiaolin and the others..." At this point, Morris's lips moved a few times, as if it was difficult to speak.
Qin Fei looked at this hesitant guy and said impatiently: "If you have something to say, just say it, don't act like a bitch."
"Can you please don't mention the fact that I peed my pants just now?" Morris looked sincere, his little eyes full of pleading.
Qin Fei was stunned. Looking at Morris who was very serious in front of him, he felt that this guy didn't seem to be joking.
"Hahahahaha!"
Qin Fei finally couldn't help but laugh.
"Okay, why don't I promise you? I didn't expect you to really care about face..."
"Are we sure? Let's have a gentleman's agreement?" Morris, still not at ease, asked again.
Qin Fei said: "Okay, as long as you help me untie Achilles' heel, I can talk about anything. I have no interest in meddling in other people's affairs. Of course, if you need me to help you lie, say that you are facing a gun."
No matter how brave you are, that's fine. The only premise is that you help me and I will help you."
"OK! It's a deal!" Morris felt relieved after hearing that Qin Fei would not mention his embarrassing incident.
Qin Fei first took out the satellite phone. Since his earphone terminal was inconvenient to carry, he placed it in a sniper position with equipment such as the SR-99 sniper rifle. It may have been blown to pieces by this time.
He dialed Lao Yu's satellite phone, because Lao Yu always kept a satellite phone by his side.
Soon, Old Fish's voice came from over there.
"Qin Fei, what are you doing!? The headquarters said that it can't find your signal source and can't contact you at all."
"There was a little accident..."
Qin Fei told Lao Yu everything that had happened in the camp before, including the news that Morris was now in his hands.
…
While Qin Fei was talking to Lao Yu on the phone, in the jungle near Camp Garcia on the ground, several black figures kept moving closer to the camp.
Suddenly, the correspondent's voice came from the black shadow earphone of one of the team leaders.
"Boss, something's wrong. Angelil can't be contacted."
"What?" The black shadow raised his right fist, and everyone around him stopped and squatted on the ground on guard.
"Please make it clear, I was on the phone with him ten minutes ago."
"After that, I never contacted him again." The correspondent said: "Now I have calibrated his signal position, and there is no camp at all."
"where?"
"In Tell Mobile, it is impossible to achieve this speed in the primitive jungle. The only explanation is that Angelil got on the helicopter."
"I didn't order him to get on the plane. I told him to stay put. We will be there in fifteen minutes." The team leader was very surprised.
Suddenly, a violent explosion came from the direction of the camp.
A team member ran back from the front, stood beside the leader and said solemnly: "Boss, the camp is in chaos. There are explosions everywhere. It seems that there has been an attack there."
"Has it been attacked?" The team leader took a deep breath. He pressed the call button and kept calling Angelil on the channel.
"The man-eating shark is calling the killer bee! If you hear it, please answer!"
"The man-eating shark is calling the killer bee! If you hear it, please answer immediately!"
After several calls, the leading soldier seemed to realize that things had really changed.
"Angril is dead..." He suddenly said something.
The team member responsible for forward reconnaissance was shocked: "Boss, how come... Angril's skills..."
"Skills? He is not the most powerful person in the world. Besides, even the most powerful people will sometimes fail. I am sure that something happened to this guy..."
"Then who is the person running around with his communicator now?"
The team leader looked up at the night sky and murmured: "This is not simple. The person who killed Angelil was the one who took away his communication equipment. Our communication was monitored! Switch everyone to me immediately.
Go to the backup channel!"
Everyone immediately started to change the channel. This was not difficult. Soon, all the action team members switched their communication headsets to the new channel.
"Captain! There's a helicopter!"
A team member's voice came from the headphones.
The leader immediately ran towards a relatively open area and ran out of the dense forest. When he looked up, he saw the navigation lights of a helicopter flashing in the sky.
"Measure the distance! Take it down!"
"Captain, we don't have any anti-aircraft weapons with us!" The team member was a little embarrassed.
"Locke, didn't you carry a 95M sniper? Take it out, and if the flying height does not exceed 500 meters, use your best skills to shoot it down!"
The 95M sniper rifle the team leader refers to is actually developed based on the earlier Berta 90M model. It is the manual bolt model of the widely used Berta 8 gun family. In other words, he is a Brazilian
The simplified version of the Lite M95 anti-material sniper rifle is much lighter in weight, only a few kilograms, but the caliber is also 1.7MM, and it is powerful enough to penetrate ordinary light armored personnel carriers without any problem.
"Yes!" Sniper Locke immediately waved to his teammates behind him without even thinking about it.
"Luke, Anderson, come here and help me!"
The two team members immediately stepped forward and squatted down. Locke removed the 95M sniper rifle from his back and opened the tripod.
Team members Luke and Anderson each grabbed a tripod, one on the left and the other on the right. Locke quickly loaded the bullet and loaded it, loudly asking the neighbor to use the ranging observation scope to measure the Skylark III helicopter flying in the sky.
The observing companion said: "Report the parameters!"
"Target - Skylark III helicopter, distance 8, angle 5, temperature, humidity 9%, air pressure 75, no wind, target speed 45 meters/second, shooting condition is good!"
A series of parameters were reported, and Locke quickly adjusted the parameters on the scope, muttering in his mouth and repeating the data given by the observer.
The helicopter is always moving, which is the most urgent test for sniper Locke. As long as he hesitates a little or moves a little slower, he will quickly lose the target and opportunity to shoot.
After adjusting all the parameters, Locke took a deep breath, held his breath, put the sight on the helicopter, and then made corrections.
His aiming point was the upper and rear part of the Skylark III cabin. Two huge air inlets were tilted up at the upper and rear part of the cabin. About 50cm downwards from the air inlets were the most critical heart of the entire helicopter - the engine!
Only shooting there is the easiest place for the helicopter to lose power and cause it to crash. Moreover, there is no armor protection there, so it is a place where it is easier to be penetrated.
Bang——
The muzzle brake of the Berta 95M sniper rifle sprays out huge muzzle flash.
Even though they were wearing high-performance noise-canceling headphones, Luke and Anderson, who were holding the tripod, still felt their eardrums vibrate violently and were shocked.
Bang——
Then Locke quickly fired a second shot.
Bang——
The third shot!
Locke's sharp eyes like a falcon were fixed on the Skylark III light multi-purpose helicopter in the sky, and he felt that he had hit it. (To be continued)