area51novel Chapter 831 Vermouth in Danger
Chapter 831 Vermouth in Danger
Baijiu suddenly pressed down the joystick! The helicopter was like a burning meteor, diving almost vertically, tearing through the air and plummeting downwards!
The speed has reached its limit.
The fuselage shell began to burn due to the friction of the violent airflow and the high temperature of the engine overload!
The orange-red flames were like greedy poisonous snakes, instantly wrapping around the steel skeleton, licking and spreading madly.
"boom--!"
In a single breath, the black steel behemoth transformed into a phoenix engulfed in flames! Enveloped in blazing flames, it emitted a piercing crackling sound!
"No, no, no... Don't! Don't!" Baijiu stared at the scarlet warning flashing wildly on the console - engine fire!
Every word is like a red-hot iron burning on my heart!
"Bang! Bang! Bang!" He pounded the console fiercely, his knuckles turning white! This action seemed futile and ridiculous, but it was the only "remedy" he could do at the moment.
The hut is a line between life and death.
Ryan's arm muscles bulged, like a taut steel cable, pulling the rope roughly!
"Zizizizi..." The subtle sound of the rope rubbing against each other sounded like the whisper of death at this moment.
The veins on McAllen's forehead bulged like a twisted earthworm, and his entire face turned a terrifying purple-red!
"Uh... ho ho..." His throat made a hissing sound like a broken bellows, and sweat poured down like rain!
His hands dug at the rope around his neck in vain, trying to squeeze a ray of precious air into his lungs, but all he got in return was deeper suffocation! His fingertips were purple and swollen from being squeezed by the rope!
Vermouth caught a glimpse of McAllen's miserable condition out of the corner of her eye - his feet were already off the ground, and his whole body was swinging weakly in the air like a hung prey!
She forced herself to remain calm, as panic would only hasten her death. Her brain raced, searching for the only chance of survival.
"Die." Ryan's sneer was like an icicle.
He continued to exert force with his arms, trying to lift McAllen completely off the ground until his neck was broken!
"Ah..." McAllen's voice disappeared completely, leaving only a faint, dying gasp.
His consciousness was like a huge rock sinking into a quagmire, his eyeballs rolled up uncontrollably, and his body was as soft as a puddle of mud, and even a slight breeze could blow him away.
"Zi la——!"
With an inaudible tearing sound, Vermouth finally cut the last rope on her ankle with her sharp nails.
Without any hesitation, she stood up suddenly carrying the heavy wooden chair!
But she didn't rush towards Ryan, instead she quickly retreated to the wooden table behind her! She leaned back, her calves stretched straight like iron bars, gathering all her strength.
"boom!!!"
With a dull thud, she slammed her entire back, along with the wooden chair, against the hard corner of the table! The intense pain, like an electric current, instantly shot through her body!
However, this piercing pain was exchanged for the complete liberation of the body! The shackles of confinement were shattered!
This loud noise really attracted Ryan's attention!
Vermouth ripped off the towel gag with lightning speed, and spun around like a cheetah! A fierce side kick, with a sound of breaking wind, hit Ryan's shoulder blade!
Ryan's mouth curled up with a hint of coldness that he had expected. The moment she raised her leg, he retreated half a step and raised his strong arms to block!
"Bang!" A dull impact sound!
Ryan felt as if his arm had been hit by a hammer, and the severe pain made him frown! It felt like scalding alcohol was poured over all the wounds on his body!
His offensive rhythm was instantly disrupted! Before he could even see Vermouth's movements, a huge force had already thrown him to the ground!
Ryan fell down in a mess, only to see that Vermouth had no intention of finishing him off - she was rushing towards the dying McAllen!
McCullen's face was as pale as a painted wall, and his breath was so weak that it was almost gone! If it were at night, his appearance would be enough to scare passers-by to death!
If he were still alive, and if he witnessed his own miserable state, he would probably be so scared that he would call for his mother and wet his pants, right?
Vermouth picked up a heavy wooden box at her feet and kicked it at Macallan's feet: "Step on it!"
This was a helpless move! At least it allowed him to touch the ground with his toes, slightly relieve the pressure on his neck, and get a little breathing space!
Ryan has climbed up from the ground, with flames of rage burning in his eyes, staring at Vermouth!
"Don't think... I will show mercy to a woman!" He moved his neck, making a crackling sound, like a ferocious beast awakening.
On the top of the snowy mountain, flames are chasing.
A burning phoenix is madly chasing the prey that is fleeing in front of it!
“Ding ding ding! Ding ding ding!!”
In the cockpit, the shrill alarm was like a death knell, screaming wildly in Baijiu's ears!
He clenched his fists and continued to pound the console! This seemingly funny action actually carried with it his almost superstitious obsession - past experience had taught him that sometimes "slapping" could really wake up a dying machine!
Once, when he was in high school, during a crucial e-sports match, his frozen computer miraculously restarted after he frantically slapped the screen.
An astonishing wave of pentakills helped him complete a stunning comeback.
The moment the victory message popped up, the computer completely blue screened, completing its "last dance".
Although helicopters and computers are very different, this gambler's mentality of "try everything possible" supports him at this moment!
Baijiu wiped the sweat from his forehead with his wrist - it was freezing outside, but the cabin was like a furnace! He smiled bitterly and shook his head.
His peripheral vision swept across the dashboard—temperature, oil pressure, oil pressure… All the indicators had already entered the danger red zone, trembling wildly! This burning phoenix could turn into a mid-air fireball at any moment!
But Baijiu, this crazy gambler, had a paranoid glint in his eyes! He firmly believed that there was still "room for maneuver" in the wreckage, and even that it could be "restored to its original state"!
The burning helicopter tilted its fuselage, like a wounded bird of prey, brushing past the precipitous snow-capped peaks! Despite being battered, its speed remained undiminished, rapidly closing the gap with Mojito's helicopter!
"Hold on...good boy, hold on..." Baijiu's voice was unusually gentle, as if comforting a dying pet, "You've held on for so long...you're almost there...hold on a little longer..."
The two planes were now less than fifty meters apart! They had broken free from the snowy region, and below them lay towering, rocky mountains!
The two pilots pulled the joystick almost at the same time, trying to increase the altitude!
Baijiu's eyes were as cold as iron, ignoring the scarlet alarm in front of him: "No, I will succeed."
"Hold on a little longer, my dear child... You're already great... You're almost there..." He murmured in a low voice, with a plea that was almost a prayer, "Please! Please!"
Just as the two helicopters were about to pass by the mountaintop, Baijiu's eyes flashed with brilliance! He had predicted the other pilot's actions in advance, and the moment the other pilot pulled the lever—
He ignored the risk of explosion and pushed the joystick all the way down! The burning fuselage rushed down like a meteorite, a second faster than the opponent!
"This guy... is really not afraid of death..." Mojito's driver muttered to himself, and then his face suddenly changed!
"No...that's not right!" he screamed, his voice distorted by fear. "He wants to die with us!!!"
When he finally understood Baijiu's intention, it was too late!
The burning phoenix, with the determination to perish along with the enemy, slammed into their fuselage!
"Boom——!!!"
A deafening sound of metal tearing rang out, and the two helicopters twisted and deformed like birds hit by a giant hammer.
The thick black smoke rolled up into the sky like two dying black dragons!
The out-of-control aircraft spun and tangled wildly in the air, as if being swallowed by an invisible vortex, and fell desperately towards the rugged snow below.