Chapter 559 - Hunt (1/2)

“This is Iron Eagle One to Captain Powell. We are locked on the target, I repeat, we are locked on the target. Do we open fire? Do we open fire?” The helicopter pilot’s voice crackled over the walkie-talkie with that request.

“Blow that vehicle up along with him!” Powell responded with a tone that was close to a growl. Once he had accomplished the mission of escorting Sarah Michelle, Xiao Luo had become nothing more than a thorn in his side. If he did not remove that thorn, he would not feel safe even after returning to his country.

“Roger!” the pilot responded. In the next second, an anti-tank guided missile was launched from the base of the helicopter. This would completely blow up Xiao Luo’s jeep to smithereens.

Whoosh!

With intense flames bursting from its backend, the missile accelerated quicker than the helicopter’s flight speed. In an instance, it had crossed several hundred meters, leaving behind a trail of propellant fumes behind it. It hit that vehicle that was dashing down the road, right on target.

BOOM!

The guided-missile smashed into the jeep and exploded, sending a resounding blast echoing across the land. The vehicle turned into a sea of flames in an instant, as the explosion sent it flying several meters into the air before it finally came to a rest. Its parts were scattered about, and a sea of flames seemed to reach the sky, growing larger as it engulfed the whole wreck, sending billows of rising smoke from it.

“Iron Eagle One to Captain Powell–we’re on target, it’s a strike. Iron Eagle One has neutralized the target!”

There were excitement and exhilaration in the helicopter pilot’s voice that crackled over the comms.

Had they hit the target?

It was too easy!

Powell sat in the truck as he stared out into the smoke-filled sky in front of him. It had not sunk in yet, and he found it difficult to believe that Xiao Luo could have been killed by them this easily.

He commanded the driver, “Hurry, drive at full speed!”

“Yes, sir.”

The 20 or so vehicles very quickly reached the site of the explosion. On the road, a wreck was being swallowed by pillars of flames that reached three, almost four meters in the air. Simultaneously, there was the sound of crackling, not unlike the sound of a pile of firewood burning.

“Don’t go any closer, Captain. The vehicle could blow up a second time, it’s dangerous!” Rice called out as he hurried to warn Powell when he saw the man step closer to the vehicle.

But Powell wanted to ascertain for himself that Xiao Luo was dead—every second he spent with his eyes off of Xiao Luo was a second of uneasiness. And so he completely disregarded Rice’s warning, slowly advancing toward the burning wreck.

The closer he got to the car, the higher the temperature climbed. When he was barely a meter away from the vehicle, the burning sensation he felt on his skin was almost unbearable!

Powell forced himself to bear this terrible heat and let his gaze pierce through the veil of flames, looking toward where the driver’s seat of the jeep would be. He took a glance and immediately broke out into a cold sweat. There was nobody in the driver’s seat, and the entire vehicle was empty as could be. Even if it had been hit by the guided missile, there was no way he could have turned to dust, right? The only plausible explanation for this was that the Hua Nation man had not even been in the vehicle.

But if there was no one in the jeep, then who was driving it?

And when he took a closer look, he realized that there was a rock in the jeep that was scorched black. Instantly, he realized. There was nobody in it, and the reason why the vehicle had continued on was that there was a rock lodged to the accelerator pedal, forcing the throttle to be pressed down. Once the car was put in gear, it would be as if someone was driving it.

This was all done by that Hua Nation man?

Why did he have to do all this? Did he realize that someone was making an attempt on his life?

The more Powell thought about it, the more cold sweat poured from his body. He had hidden it so well, so carefully, and he had waited until his own troops appeared before revealing any hint of animosity. How did Xiao Luo realize Powell wanted his head?

Deep in the dense forests, Xiao Luo leaned against a tree, kneeling down on my knee. There was a hard edge to his expression.

“He’s shown his true colors!”

He looked at Powell, his lips curled into a sinister smirk. “Then allow me to execute you lot, one by one,” he muttered.

As soon as he said that, he had the chopper, Iron Eagle One, in the scope of his sniper rifle. As the helicopter was hovering roughly 200 meters in the sky, and he fired a shot.

BANG!