Great Single Player of the Heavens

The rescue plan formulated by FIB is very simple and crude.

Trevor first stabilized the helicopter above the IAA headquarters building. Michael fixed his body, hung down the rope, and broke in through the window from outside the building more than 100 meters high.

Then rescue the target from the hands of IAA agents, and finally evacuate together.

Sounds easy, but it's not like that...

You know, Michael is not the soup from "Mission: Impossible", nor Bourne from "The Bourne", just a former gangster, and now a middle-aged obese uncle in his forties.

When Lu Qi saw Michael's slightly protruding belly under his tights, he sweated for him.

Lu Qi also proposed to let him do this difficult job.

However, Michael turned him down.

Michael's idea is very simple: this is a matter between him and FIB, and an innocent person like Lu Qi should not be allowed to bear the responsibility that he should not bear.

Although Michael is very cunning, but when it is time to stand up and take responsibility, he will not back down.

Just like in North Yankton back then, in order to take up the responsibility of the family, he was willing to betray his companions...

Trevor participated in the Air Force in his early years, and his flying skills are still very good.

Hovering the shuttle helicopter steadily over the IAA headquarters building, Trevor said:

"Okay, my job is done. It's your turn, Mike."

"While I'm down there, if you mess around, I'll crawl back along this rope and strangle you with it."

After all, Michael put on his mask, climbed out of the helicopter, fixed the buckle and the rope, and slid down along the rope.

Like an elite soldier in a raiding force, Michael's right hand is behind his waist, his left hand holds the figure-of-eight ring, his feet step on the smooth surface of the building, and he descends hop by hop.

Fortunately, the weather in Los Santos today is clear and cloudless, and the wind speed is not too fast.

Just when Michael wanted to ask the target's floor, Lu Qi's reminder came from the earphone in a timely manner:

"Miike, the office is on the 36th floor. You can move down five floors to reach the office where the target is. You'd better get your pistol ready..."

"receive."

According to the instructions, Michel carefully moved down five floors, and soon came to the window of the target's office.

In the office, a woman is interrogating a Latino black-haired man with the help of two male detectives.

According to the photos provided by FIB, this old man who is being tortured is the target of this rescue—Mr. K.

Perhaps it was so much fun that no one noticed the rope just outside the window, and a black figure with half of its butt exposed.

At this time, the female detective who just turned around finally saw the rope outside the window, and couldn't help asking:

"What the hell is this?!"

However, what answered him was the sound of glass breaking!

clatter...

"Fat middle-aged agent" Michael broke in through the window, grabbed the Latino man being interrogated, pulled out a pistol from his thigh with his right hand, pointed at his head, and shouted:

"If you don't want him to die, don't shoot!"

Seeing this, several agents took out their pistols one after another, aiming at this guy who dared to act wildly on the IAA site.

"Who the fuck is this?"

"Solve this trouble!"

Seeing that the other party did not listen to the warning, Michael quickly called for support:

"Franklin, I might need a little backup!"

"receive."

At the same time, as the highest-ranking detective in the room, the short-haired female detective pointed at Michael and ordered loudly:

"K is very useful to us, wipe out the gangsters!"

Before the words were finished, an agent standing on the right side of the office felt as if his chest had been hit by a heavy hammer.

With a sudden shock, he fell to the ground.

Seeing the bloodstains slowly spreading on the opponent's chest, the female detective who was still directing just now subconsciously hid under the table.

"There are snipers!"

Under the long-range cover of Franklin, several agents were hit to varying degrees, and the surviving agents also became cowards.

Taking advantage of the gap, Michel quickly tied the seat belt in front of him to the target, and then shouted into the earphone:

"Empty the room! Old Cui, wind the winch and pull us up!"

However, what Michael was afraid of still happened.

Trevor didn't obey the command, but wanted to take the opportunity to slander Michael.

"Old Mai, someone is shooting you, that's not clean enough. We'll continue after it's all cleaned up, you soft-legged shrimp!"

"You're going to kill us all, you know that?"

While the two were arguing through the earphones, Lu Qi, who was sitting in the back seat of the helicopter, pulled out the Beretta 92F from his waist, pressed it against the back of Trevor's head, and said coldly:

"Trevor, pull them up! Now!"

His tone was full of unquestionable attitude.

Trevor didn't hesitate at all when he was shot in the head. But he still muttered an inaudible whisper, and reluctantly pressed the button of the winch.

"All right…"

With the operation of the helicopter winch, Michael and the target Mr. K were slowly pulled onto the helicopter.

Michel, who took off his mask, looked like he had just stepped out of a sauna, sweating profusely.

"Trevor, WDNMD!"

Trevor, who was scolded, laughed indifferently:

"Hahaha, look at your cowardly..."

At this time, through the rearview mirror, Trevor saw three helicopters approaching in the distance.

"Whoa, looks like we've brought out their air units..."

"Then why are you still standing there, take us out of here quickly!"

"no problem!"

I saw Trevor holding the joystick and pulling it back, and the helicopter climbed up immediately, just in time to avoid a burst of fire from behind.

Da da da…

The three helicopters behind them seemed to have been ordered, and kept firing forward, trying to shoot down the helicopters.

If it weren't for Lao Cui's excellent driving skills, turning and maneuvering in the air, the helicopter might have been blown up long ago.

However, if this continues, there will always be times when you get hit.

Thinking of this, Lu Qi immediately said to Franklin through the headset:

"Franklin, the helicopter is flying towards you, show them some color!"

"Damn it, I thought my job was easier..."

Franklin, who was standing on the top of a nearby building, grumbled and fired at the pursuing helicopter with a sniper rifle.

Franklin's marksmanship is not bad, at least he can hit the fuselage of the helicopter and cause some trouble for the opponent.

However, it is a bit difficult for him to ask him to blow up the pilot with one shot...

However, with Franklin's remote containment, the helicopter was able to leave the bustling city center safely and fly all the way east.

The three helicopters of the IAA followed behind like a gangrene.

Suddenly, there were several "bang, bang, bang", and the helicopter couldn't dodge in time, and was shot several times by the machine gun behind it.

In the next second, the dashboard in front of Trevor began to emit harsh warning sounds.

The situation is urgent, even Trevor, who is not afraid of anything, can't help reminding:

"Michael, Alex, I don't want to disturb you. But, you should find a way to deal with these helicopters, so that we won't be blown up in the air!"

Hearing this, Lu Qi's gaze involuntarily moved to the RPG that had been prepared.

If you don't do one thing, you will do it all the time!

"I come!"

Gritting his teeth, Lu Qi picked up the rather heavy RPG and put it on his shoulders, with his body slightly exposed from the helicopter, aimed at the nearest helicopter, and pulled the trigger.

call out!

The shells with a little exhaust gas were fired towards the target!

"RPG!!!"

With a yell full of panic, the helicopter, which had no time to dodge, was hit directly!

In an instant, the entire helicopter exploded, turning into a black smoke-filled fireball in the air!