The helicopter, billowing black smoke, unsteadily passed over the Black Box Mercenary Group's convoy.
"Hit! It's going down..."
Yuri's elation was short-lived as he realized the helicopter wasn't about to crash but was straining with its last ounce of power to land on the road ahead to block their escape.
Yuri swore every curse word he knew; he had never been so enraged.
The surrounding area of Kabul airport was not a desert; despite being in the outskirts of Kabul, there were buildings around and many roads.
Being chased and shot at by a helicopter in the sky was a nuisance, but the moment it landed, Yuri could simply pick another road to avoid the roadblock from King's Defense.
But Black Box was, after all, the formidable First Mercenary Corps with an unbeatable record of victories.
How could King's Defense, a new and upcoming force, be confident in challenging Black Box on land?
Yuri was beyond furious.
This was intolerable.
