Explosions split the night, sending two trails of white smoke streaking across the sky, one falling towards the valley and the other towards the airstrip.
If that missile had hit the runway successfully, it would have left a deep crater right in the center of the airport.
But, coincidentally, the H-55 "Hurricane" was in the midst of takeoff and already too late to stop.
"Damn!"
Colin, seated at the pilot's seat, watched the white trajectory on the cockpit window with his face contorting in anger, cursed, and pushed the throttle down.
The flames spewing from the twin engines suddenly increased, propelling the aircraft forward at an even greater speed.
At the same time, he slightly turned the rudder to the left, attempting to evade the incoming missile.
However—
Danger still outpaced him by a step.
Although the missile didn't directly hit the plane, landing instead beside the runway, there was essentially no difference for a missile charged with metal hydrogen.
"Boom—!"