Start in America, and receive three assassins every day.

Behind the Apache helicopter piloted by Aquarius, two more helicopters appeared out of nowhere, also AH-64D Apache helicopters.

This model has long been a benchmark in the Middle East, and it is used in many countries because its performance is so good, and it is very good at offense, breakthrough, and fire support!

"Aquarius, take care of them," the shooter's voice came through the walkie-talkie.

Upon hearing this, Aquarius immediately controlled the helicopter to turn around quickly, aimed the machine gun at one of the Apache helicopters, and opened fire.

The pilots in both helicopters were surprised that the other side could turn the entire fuselage so quickly and with such fluidity.

So they didn't have time to prepare, and pressed the launch button on the rocket nest, sending countless small missiles hurtling towards the water bottle.

He then quickly maneuvered the aircraft to evade the bullets.

The three Apache helicopters instantly clashed in the air.

Murphy, Gates, and the others who saw this scene through the car window were all shocked. The pilot was definitely a top-notch pilot, managing to hold off two helicopters with just one.

This made Gates even more curious about the identities of the people Mike had recruited. Each of them was so professional, they didn't seem like ordinary mercenaries at all, but rather like a top-notch legion composed of elite soldiers from various fields!

boom--!

With a deafening roar, an Apache helicopter dispatched by Blackwater Prison was shot down by machine gun fire, and countless fragments of the fuselage fell like petals from a shower of flowers.

However, the tail of the helicopter piloted by Aquarius was also severely damaged, and it was currently emitting thick black smoke, which greatly reduced its flight speed.

Seeing this, apart from the shooter and the others, Mike and the others were instantly on edge. If they were caught, they would really be scattered to the four winds.

A single small missile could wipe them out.

"Full speed ahead, ignore everything else." The shooter's voice came through the walkie-talkie, and the five Hummers continued their journey without slowing down, heading towards the designated location.

As the two helicopters behind them gradually disappeared, Mike and the others breathed a sigh of relief. "Finally, we've shaken them off. It's a pity the Aquarius brothers are probably not going to make it."

"Sigh, there's nothing I can do about it." Cole shook his head.

They were well aware that, given their disadvantageous circumstances, shooting down one Apache helicopter was already a remarkable achievement, and shooting down another was simply impossible.

Moreover, the tail section of the helicopter was damaged when it left, making it unable to withstand prolonged combat.

"That marksman is too ruthless, abandoning his own comrade like that." Gates felt a little sad. He valued brotherhood very much and actually wanted to help.

But then again, it seemed that even if they stayed, they wouldn't be of any use, as aerial attacks on the ground were overwhelming.

"Forget it, what they do is their business. Once we've done what we promised them, we'll leave. I don't want to stay here for another second," Mike said.

Upon hearing this, Harvey Gates immediately looked curious. "Mike, what conditions did you agree to for them to come and rescue me like this?"

"Well, this is actually related to you."

"Me?" Gates asked, puzzled.

Just as Mike was about to continue, the shooter's voice rang out again, "Everyone, get ready! Enemies ahead!"

Upon hearing this, Mike and his companion immediately lost the will to continue the conversation. They quickly went to the car window and looked out, only to see an endless desert and yellow sand.

"Hmm? Where are the enemies?" Gates asked, puzzled.

"Idiot, you can only see it with binoculars," Mike said, handing over the binoculars.

Harvey Gates scratched his head somewhat sheepishly. "I've been in prison for too long, and my brain is a little sluggish."

He then quickly picked up his binoculars and looked again. This time he also spotted a small black dot in front of him, but he couldn't see it clearly even with the binoculars.

"Shit! These people have incredible eyesight; they can see even such a tiny dot."

"They're the Twelve Constellation Mercenary Group, no wonder they're so powerful," Mike laughed.

"What! They're the infamous Twelve Constellation Mercenary Group! No wonder they're so strong. It's no surprise they're the ones who are in charge."

"Just based on what they've done during this time, it's something that ordinary people can't do or dare to do!" Gates said with admiration.

.......

Inside the lead vehicle, the gunner squinted, observing the number of enemies ahead: six Humvees, each with five men, totaling thirty.

Based on their clothing, it can be inferred that these people are not private militias, but rather regular Israeli troops!

"Looks like things are getting a bit complicated," Sagittarius said, without any change in expression. He turned to Capricorn in the back seat and said, "Let's use the big guys to deal with him and try to finish it off quickly."

After hearing this, Capricorn smiled slightly and said, "I've been waiting for this for a long time."

As he spoke, Capricorn reached out and opened the round sunroof on the roof of the Hummer, sticking out his upper body. There on the roof was a heavy weapon: an M61A1 Vulcan Gatling gun!

Its enormous size is enough to demonstrate its power.

"Scorpio, load the ammunition," Capricorn said.

"Okay." Suddenly, a chain filled with 20×102mm shells appeared in Scorpion's hand. It was more than a meter long and contained more than a thousand shells!

Then Scorpio began loading, completely unaware of the weight of the chain in his hands.

"OK." Scorpio made a gesture.

Capricorn nodded upon seeing this, his gaze fixed ahead. Six Hummers were getting closer and closer to them, two of which were equipped with Gatling guns.

Without hesitation, he pulled the fire button.

Da da da da!

A dense, cannon-like sound rang out as countless large-caliber bullets, like cannonballs, tore through the air and hurtled forward!

The military personnel who witnessed this scene were also visibly shaken and immediately instructed the driver to change direction to avoid the bullets as much as possible.

Then the soldiers on the vehicle suddenly opened fire, and the two vehicle-mounted machine guns spat out flames!

With quick reflexes, Capricorn used both arms to lift the M61A1 Vulcan Gatling gun in front of him, glancing around.

When overclocked to 10x, bullet time comes into play.

Before Capricorn's eyes, the whistling bullets became incredibly slow, and their trajectories became crystal clear. So he swung the Vulcan Gatling gun and began to shoot down the incoming bullets one by one.

The convoy did not slow down at all and continued at full speed.

The military personnel who witnessed this scene through binoculars in the distance had their pupils shrink and their faces filled with disbelief.

boom--!

Suddenly, a Hummer exploded beside me. Large-caliber bullets had already whizzed through the heavy defenses and struck the vehicle. The sheet metal, as brittle as paper, was torn to shreds in an instant!

"The intelligence is wrong. These lunatics actually mounted Gatling guns on Humvees, and some people can actually withstand them. It's unbelievable!" An officer said with a grim expression.

He will never forget what he just witnessed.

The Vulcan Gatling guns are large machines mounted on military helicopters, and ordinary people simply cannot operate them. Compared to their opponents, their Gatling guns are no match for them at all!