Northern Runway of Dawn City.
A wooden airplane wobbled down onto the runway, bouncing up and down several times before finally coming to a stop.
Looking at the speedometer dial that had returned to zero, Mosquito Brother let out a slow sigh of relief, his heart finally settling down.
"Damn..."
Finally, it landed!
There were two bullet holes in the belly and five in the wings, and that was after he risked disassembly by executing barrel roll maneuvers during the ascent.
Are these hostile NPCs from Tarkov's men's team?
Rifle strafing with such accuracy is ridiculously unbelievable!
Definitely cheating!
Tossing his hat into the cockpit, Mosquito Brother used his hands to vault out, inspecting his craft. Eyeing the glaring holes and cracks, his heart ached.
Since both the wings and the fuselage of the airplane were made of wood, their defensive capability was virtually nonexistent; a bullet would create a hole upon contact.