The pilot was so frightened by Si Chen's aura and the black muzzle that he shivered.

So, just do it obediently.

Now, Apache's Parkinson's disease was cured and he stopped shaking randomly.

After the Apache calmed down, the pilot loudly reminded him at the top of his voice:

"Start the descent now!"

Si Chen:......-_-||

Brother, you are a mercenary after all. Do you want to be so cowardly?

Roasted Whole Lamb:?Is this guy going to surrender?

Marijuana Flower:! You kid pointed your middle finger at me!

Don’t let me forget even if you show kindness!

The pilot continued to show his kindness and thoughtful reminder:

"Height 20 meters, 19 meters... 16 meters!"

When descending to this altitude, the pilot paused deliberately.

The man at the end of the rope ladder quickly jumped onto the meadow and ran away quickly.

Even if the Apache is 16 meters above the head, people below can still feel the strong airflow caused by the propeller.

The pilot looked at the black shadow running away below and continued to shout loudly:

"15 meters! 14 meters! 13 meters..."

Through the bulletproof glass and the noise of the propeller, his voice was faintly audible.

Si Chen understood that the pilot's warning was just a gesture of goodwill to him.

It doesn't mean that people outside or even people below can hear what he shouts.

The Apache slowly landed on the ground, and the strong wind brought by the propeller blew a large area of ​​the grass on the ground.

After stopping, Si Chen, who was holding the gun, leaned forward and made room behind him for the other two people to exit the cabin.

The Apache's cockpit design was originally configured with only one person in the front and rear cockpits.

In fact, the space in the cockpit is not small.

This Apache is a modified version, and the side door of the rear cockpit has been removed.

Next to the side door, a heavy machine gun is installed.

Under normal circumstances, this is unnecessary and is superfluous.

There is an M-230 chain gun under the belly of the Apache itself.

This modified version of Apache has removed the seats in the rear cockpit, allowing up to three people to squeeze into the space.

This is also the reason why the three people at the beginning and now Si Chen can squeeze in.

The cockpit space of the Apache is different from that of transport helicopters such as the Black Hawk and other civilian helicopters.

In the iron-clad cabin, three people could not stretch out.

There is no other way, just to hijack the plane, what does this mean?

After Si Chen struggled to get out of the way, the roasted whole lamb squeezed out.

Then, the cannabis flowers also squeezed out.

After turning off the Apache, the pilot raised his hands and looked back at Si Chen.

Well, this boss has a bad eye.

He smiled ingratiatingly, revealing a pair of white front teeth that looked a bit like a rabbit for some reason.

"Open the door and get out!"

Si Chen's shotgun was not put away.

…

five minutes later.

Apache was surrounded by several people, who touched everywhere curiously:

"Huh? This thing is so big! It must be four meters high!"

"Look, those rockets are blue, but it's a pity that there are only three left!"

"Fortunately, there are only three left. If there were more, wouldn't you have greeted us unscrupulously?"

"Also, there is only one anti-tank missile left."

"This thing is so long! I was thinking, I can't carry it alone."

"You don't need this thing, why are you using it to scare people?"

"Why, do you still expect it to be left on our locomotive just now?"

"No! Of course I don't mean that anymore! Hehe, hehe!"

"Hey, maybe it was another one of these that blew up the railroad tracks in front of us?"

As an aircraft engineer, Roast Whole Sheep cautiously gave his guess:

"I'm on my feet. This missile was deliberately mounted to scare people and act as a deterrent. It was probably a rocket that blew up the railway tracks."

Outside on the meadow, people were noisy and looking around with miner's lamps on their heads.

In the darkness, a few beams of light swayed back and forth around the huge Apache.

Not far away, Marijuana Hua and his men were digging a hole, planning to bury the three corpses hastily.

A strong man with a black shovel in his hand.

Because the train is steam-powered and needs to burn coal, the shovels are all black.

Those who dig holes are also communicating with each other:

"Captain, the body armor has been taken off, and the guns and ammunition have also been removed."

"The military watch on that tall guy's wrist, hey, it's quite new!"

"I also got that little saber. It's shining with cold light. It's easy to use just by looking at it!"

"And that helmet, which is heavy in my hand, is made of stainless steel!"

"Brother Chen's shooting skills are really extraordinary!"

"What can they do if they wear helmets? It's better for Brother Chen to get punched in the face!"

Here we are digging holes to bury people, over there——

In the carriage, the pilot was wolfing down instant noodles.

There was an open meat can on the suspended table in front of him.

Si Chen calmly sat across from the booth, cleaning his shotgun.

In less than two minutes, the pilot gulped down everything he ate, not even the soup.

After eating, he sighed with satisfaction, ah!

Si Chen got straight to the point and asked, "You are not from the Su country."

The pilot nodded, acknowledged it, and said, "I'm Italian, burp~"

Si Chen:......-_-||

Okay, I can understand your surrender!

You Italians are good at nothing but surrender.

When the pilot saw Si Chen's helpless expression, he showed his rabbit front teeth, he smiled and said:

“The noodles are good and delicious. Thank you for your kind hospitality!”

Si Chen's expression was even more speechless!

"Well, to thank you for your hospitality, if you have any questions, just ask and I will answer them all!"

Hearing what the other party said, Si Chen was not polite:

"who are you?"

"A mercenary organization called 'God's Eye' is employed by the U.S. government."

Si Chen was a little shocked by his frankness, but he didn't mind it.

Haha, it’s interesting, I’m transporting weapons and equipment in the Soviet Union, but you guys from the United States can actually take care of it?

Why, are you afraid that we can make it on our own after researching it?

So, is this going to suppress us from the source?
To be continued...