BOOM!
Somewhere else, another location erupted in flames as missiles struck it one after another.
Its secluded location worked in Red's favor. He could continuously open fire without worrying about innocent civilians getting caught in the crossfire.
And where were they?
Above.
Vodka piloted a small chopper, circling through the thick smoke, while Red stood by the open door, firing missiles at what appeared to be a vineyard below.
But they both knew it wasn't just a vineyard.
It was one of Marshal's bases—a place where his men stored large quantities of illegal drugs.
And now, Red and Vodka were setting everything ablaze… including the men running the place.
Both wore masks to protect themselves from the thick smoke.
TAK!
Red quickly ducked behind the side of the door as bullets struck the chopper's metal exterior.
The people below were fighting back.
"Vodka," he called.
Vodka didn't answer. He simply veered the chopper away.
