"Flying too high makes you an easy target."
The Japanese man below was startled, and Kishimoto Sazan's eyelids twitched as he watched the scene unfold from inside the car, sensing trouble, "Go! Go!"
Before he could finish speaking, the driver's head in front exploded!
A large-caliber sniper rifle!!
"Ah! Ah! Ah!!!" Kishimoto Sazan screamed twice inside the car, his mind flashing back to the battlefield during World War II, when he was still in logistics, and the fear of war quickly overwhelmed him.
His subordinate beside him panicked and started running out of the car.
But after just two steps, the sniper targeted him, shot him straight in the chest, and his body flew up like a kite, landing heavily on the ground with half his chest blown away.
From behind the large truck, four or five masked armed militants came down and started shooting at the Japanese, bullets whistling by.
Kishimoto Sazan curled up in his seat, shivering.
Suddenly, the gunfire stopped.