"What's wrong?"
Tali soon noticed that the motorcycle's speed was getting slower and slower.
Hunter didn't answer her. The moment he stopped the motorcycle...
Taking advantage of the fact that Tali couldn't see the front, he took out the armalite ar-15 semi-automatic rifle he had bought not long ago at a gun supermarket in Boston City.
"We're being watched. That plane above us has been following us the whole way."
Hunter got off the motorcycle and placed the gun case containing the armalite ar-15 semi-automatic rifle on the ground.
At the same time, he quickly opened it, took out the armalite ar-15 semi-automatic rifle, and quickly mounted the scope.
Hearing this, Tali's face turned pale instantly.
Her plump body trembled uneasily.
"Is it Slaviy's people?"
After all, having been controlled by that Russian Gang for many years, Tali had managed to gather quite a bit of information over the years.
Hunter ignored her. Over the past few days, he had taken the time to figure out the newly purchased semi-automatic rifle.
Therefore, he very skillfully mounted the high-powered scope onto the gun's rail.
"Buddy, I'm counting on you today."
Since it was a weapon he had spent over twenty thousand us dollars on, Hunter no longer felt any heartache about the fact that he had shelled out ten times the price of the firearm for the scope and other accessories at the time.
He pushed a magazine fully loaded with 25 rounds of 7.62mm rifle ammunition into the gun body.
Hunter then held the gun and looked up at the sky.
Because the road lighting facilities in this area were insufficient after leaving the interstate...
The Cessna 172 plane that had been tracking Hunter and the others the whole way was flying lower and lower.
Especially after Hunter changed lanes again and headed toward an even more remote small road...
The plane's altitude dropped even further.
It was now only thirty or forty meters from the ground.
Perhaps because Hunter and the others had stopped so suddenly, the plane hadn't expected it.
Still flying at a steady speed, they actually overshot by a fair distance.
Only after gliding several hundred meters did they realize they'd lost track of Hunter's group.
So they climbed, circled, and dropped again, coming back to search.
'Get over there and lie low until I call you out.'
Hunter had already driven onto a narrow side road.
A shallow pit was faintly visible not far away; that was why he told Tali to hide there.
Tali looked at the rifle in his hands and was clearly frightened.
Only when Hunter repeated the order did she awkwardly dismount.
With a fearful glance at the rifle, she crouched into the pit as instructed.
Hunter flicked a sidelong glance but didn't correct her.
He raised the weapon in both hands, eyes locked on the aircraft overhead.
Thanks to a physique more than double that of an average man, the recoil of the armalite ar-15 semi-automatic rifle posed no problem; he'd confirmed that during test-firing two days earlier.
After flicking off the safety, he lifted the muzzle toward the sky.
Once he'd locked on, Hunter peered through the 3× scope.
The small plane had descended again, to a dangerous altitude of less than thirty meters.
He squeezed the trigger in rapid succession.
Crack!
Crack!
Crack!
All three shots struck the aircraft, but unfortunately they missed the fuel tank.
The second and third rounds fared no better.
Hunter frowned; with lv4 Shooting, he could hit a stationary bull's-eye every time within a hundred meters,
and even at two hundred meters his accuracy stayed above ninety-five percent.
Yet the plane kept circling; three careful shots aimed at the tank merely punched holes elsewhere.
'Damn it!'
The triplet of reports startled the aircraft.
It climbed hastily for greater altitude.
'Tch!'
Hunter cursed under his breath and stopped insisting on a fuel-tank hit.
He shifted aim to the windshield and snapped off rounds as fast as he could.
Crack… crack… crack…
Sharp reports rang out one after another.
A dozen bullets, guided by lv4 Shooting and vision far sharper than normal,
smacked precisely into the fuselage.
Several holes starred the cockpit glass.
Finally, as he was about to empty the magazine,
the plane, now more than a hundred meters up, began to shudder violently.
It yawed as though out of control and nosed toward the ground.
The pilot seemed to wrestle with the stick, the nose lifting slightly,
but it was too late.
The aircraft wobbled, slid northwest for several hundred meters,
then exploded in a fireball that lit the sky.
A grin spread across Hunter's face.
'Though lv4 Shooting isn't quite "point and click" on a moving target,'
'something as big as a plane is hard to miss.'
'Tough luck for you.'
He stowed rifle and case into his private space.
Hunter glanced at Tali, who cowered with her back to him, trembling.
He couldn't be bothered to explain the gun; he could always claim he'd tossed it later.
'Tali, come on back!' he called.
At his voice the girl, huddled in the pit with her arms over her head, cautiously looked up.
She saw Hunter already back at the bike, the front wheel turned and ready.
'Hurry!'
'I shot the plane down. The people tracking you will come to check—'
'we've got maybe fifteen, twenty minutes. Move fast and we're clear.'
Tali stared at the distant blaze and the sporadic blasts.
She had no idea how Hunter had knocked the aircraft out of the night sky.
The darkness, the constant circling—none of it seemed to matter to him.
Yet with someone so mysterious and miraculous protecting her,
she suddenly felt certain she could escape this hell and build a new life.
She scrambled up, but as she tried to climb out of the shallow pit her foot slipped and she yelped in pain.
Hunter glanced over in surprise and noticed she was wearing a pair of thin stiletto heels that made walking difficult.
Tali had apparently been wolfing down sweets without a care, deliberately making herself unattractive so she wouldn't be forced to entertain clients.
As a result, her figure was far plumper than girls her age.
Put bluntly, she was soft and fleshy—already a bit overweight.
Clearly, Tali was also the type who usually skipped exercise.
Seeing this, Hunter had no choice but to dismount.
He quickly pulled Tali out of the dirt pit and helped her sit on the bike.
"Hold on tight—I'm about to pick up speed."
At his order, Tali wrapped her arms tightly around him from behind.
The bike roared back to life with a buzz.
They soon left the small road behind, but instead of returning to the highway, they kept following the earlier route straight ahead.
Guided by road signs, Hunter rode on for a full twenty minutes before merging onto another interstate at an intersection.
A little over an hour later, they reached Springfield—the capital of Illinois, more than a hundred kilometres from Boston and commonly called Springfield City.
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