If you want to ensure that you can overturn the helicopter with one shot, the most effective method is to stop the helicopter, even if it only stops for 0.5 seconds.
If I want the helicopter to stop, the method is actually very simple.
That is, if Marcus runs out and moves in any direction in the open area, the helicopter will definitely stop moving and hover in the air.
Because only when the helicopter stops, the gunman can hit Marcus to the maximum extent.
It's like riding a horse and shooting an arrow.
When riding a running horse and shooting a moving target, the hit rate is very low when moving in both directions. As long as the horse can stop, the accuracy will increase several times.
It would be a long night and many dreams, so Long Zhan decided to take the risk.
"Hey, Marcus, I've locked it, but I need you to hold it steady for 0.5 seconds." Long Zhan called over the radio.
"What should I do?"
Marcus's answer was crisp and clear, which also represented his absolute trust in Long Zhan.
"Run out and go wherever you want."
After Long Zhan finished speaking, he added: "The risk of doing this is very high, but the benefits are also very high. It is up to you to decide whether to do it or not."
"Be prepared, three, two..."
Marcus gave the best answer with his actions.
As the last number counted down, Marcus, who was very decisive in his actions and very nervous in his heart, with beads of sweat already appearing on his forehead, took a deep breath and rushed out.
He didn't care about anything, he just rushed forward and unleashed every ounce of power in his body.
Marcus ran in front of the helicopter. There were only two gunners who could fire, and they fired from the side. The color and warning were very limited, and the accuracy was not good enough.
In order to increase the shooting accuracy, the helicopter hovered horizontally in mid-air.
In this way, two gunmen can shoot from the front, the color circle has been expanded from 90 degrees to 180 degrees, two-way movement has become one-way target movement, and the pillow has been greatly improved.
You only need to give the gunmen a few seconds, and Marcus, who is running on an empty farm without any cover, will be beaten into pieces by them.
The two gunmen on the helicopter thought so too, and even the corners of their mouths curled up.
Marcus was sentenced to death in advance!
But let them aim at the target well in advance, prepare two guns to fire at Marcus at the same time, and beat Marcus to mincemeat on the spot.
"Bang~"
There was an explosion in the woods.
Then a clearly audible whistling sound came into my ears, followed by a crisp and loud bang, as if a steel plate or something had been smashed.
The Bird Helicopter, which was originally stationary in the air, began to shake violently with a loud noise.
It was also accompanied by a harsh clicking sound.
It's like gears are rubbing, it's like two metal rods being twisted together, or it's like a piece of iron flying into a fan blade.
Various sounds were heard, and black smoke suddenly rose above the helicopter.
Then it began to spin violently, falling towards the ground as it turned.
The maximum centrifugal force under the rotation of the helicopter caused the four militants on the helicopter to be thrown out of control and had no time to escape.
Even if you want to take off your seat belt and jump out, it won't work.
He only had time to shout in horror, "Oh, Shet" and "Oh my god" before the helicopter exploded as it hit the ground.
Under the blazing flames, the four armed men and two crew members would have been burned alive even if they had not fallen to death.
"Good job, man."
Marcus looked at the burning helicopter, and while praising it on the radio, he also gave a thumbs up in the direction of Long Zhan.
"It's fun to shoot fixed targets. Once you're done, you can call it a day and meet up at the same place."
Long Zhan felt a little relieved. After speaking, he raised his gun with one hand and walked out of the woods.
…
Two hours later.
FBI headquarters.
The boss of the Violent Crime Investigation Division was on vacation at home, but was canceled even by a phone call from the boss.
Ganhuo ran into the headquarters in a hurry, but was stopped by his subordinates on the way to report: "Sir, there was an incredible gun battle at the Beechburg Farm in Virginia.
The ground was filled with the smell of shell casings and explosive gunpowder, and a helicopter burned down on the farm this time.
Bloodstains and even pieces of flesh could be seen everywhere, but there was no identifiable corpse, and everything above the thumb was missing.
Our men collected some of the bullet casings, and the fingerprints extracted from them show.
The first group is related to wanted Marcus Trall, the second group is former FBI agent Nadine Memphis, and the rest involves more than 30 people.
But none of these people’s fingerprints have been stored in the database, and there isn’t even any matching information. It’s as if they appeared out of thin air.”
Long Zhan wore gloves and left no fingerprints, so the FBI did not extract his information from the bullet casings and did not know that such a person existed.
Memphis and Marcus could have worn gloves without leaving any traces.
But Marcus didn't do that.
In order to complete other subsequent steps of the plan, Marcus must deliberately leave his fingerprints in order to achieve what he wants.
"What? More than 30 people didn't question the information? Is there a mistake?" The boss of the Investigation Section took the document and read it carefully.
Through various channels, the FBI has collected the fingerprints of almost all U.S. citizens and even recorded the fingerprints of many illegal immigrants.
If a few fingerprints cannot be found, they are still within the normal range.
However, there are no fingerprint records for more than 30 people. This is indeed impossible. It is no wonder that the boss of the Criminal Investigation Department is so serious.
After looking at it for a long time, there was no result, which only made me more confused.
The boss of the investigation department couldn't help but cursed: "A world war broke out at the scene. There were traces of dozens of people, but there were no corpses.
Who the hell can tell me now, what the hell is going on?"
All the employees in the office looked at each other, but no one could give an answer.
…
Shooting range outside Washington DC.
Congressman Charles gathered a group of old guys and were leisurely hitting the dart board with spray guns. Johnson came over eagerly.
The two returned to the rest area and sat down, and Johnson reported to him in detail.
Using Solotov as bait, a dragnet was laid in advance, elite armed forces were dispatched, and even helicopters were used.
As a result, the helicopter crashed and everyone died, and almost all the army of more than 30 people was wiped out.
Only four survived.
This made Charles feel very bad. He said with a cold face: "I feel a little bit now, did you find the wrong person for this task?
You could have just found anyone, as long as he was in that house.
Once the gun goes off, everything will be over.
But you found this shooting sergeant, and you told me that you could settle it, and I believed you, but now it seems it’s not as simple as you said, and we are in trouble.”