Black-Haired Internal Revenue Service SWAT Agent - Chapter 327



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Side Story 33: The Struggle of a Former Federal Agent

“Kyle! One of their Black Hawks has been hit and is falling back!”

Among the mercenaries on board the helicopter, the one holding the mini-gun shouted at Lennox in the cockpit.

Lennox quickly looked outside the helicopter and saw a UH-60 helicopter with black smoke trailing on its tail, descending toward the ground in the 2 o’clock direction.

This time Lennox looked in the opposite direction.

At the 8 o’clock direction of the SA-342 helicopter, at a distance of 600-700 meters, a UH-60 helicopter was still pursuing it, firing 5.56mm tracer rounds.

Although it was outside the effective range of 5.56mm rifle rounds, it was still not a situation in which one could watch with ease as red tracer bullets were flying near these helicopters.

Tata tata tata tata! Tata tata tata tata!

Lennox’s second subordinate, armed with an M240 machine gun, also fired 7.62mm rounds at the CBP helicopter.

Thud! Thud!

As two bullets fired by federal agents struck the ceiling of Lennox’s helicopter, the third subordinate manning the Manpass missile launcher shouted at Lennox.

“Boss, should we take another shot at those guys with SAM?”

He was pointing to a container containing an SA16 portable surface-to-air missile launcher.

Already, one of the three missiles loaded onto their helicopter has been lost.

However, Lennox had no time to worry about the value of selling these portable missiles on the black market.

CBP agents figured that Lennox might have been carrying these Russian-made Man-Pad missiles on his helicopter, but they had no idea he would launch them from inside the helicopter.

So, at this point, this surface-to-air missile could be Lennox’s last resort.

Russian attack helicopters use the SA16 missile mounted on the outside of the fuselage, but using it from inside the helicopter required special tools.

The Lennox gang drew on real-world examples to get ideas for making and using that special tool.

Those cases involved tactics used by Afghan Mujahideen rebels and anti-American militants in the Middle East in the 1980s to attack helicopters with RPG7 anti-tank rocket launchers.

When infantry fired shoulder-mounted anti-tank rockets at helicopters at close range, the large amount of backblast projected onto the ground put the gunners at risk.

For this reason, the militants equipped the RPG7 launcher with an extension pipe at the end that can expel the high-temperature, high-pressure gasses as far away from the shooter as possible.

Now, a one-meter-long extension tube that Lennox’s men had installed on the SA-16’s launch gas exhaust port was performing the same function.

“Get the Seeker cool enough to lock onto their Black Hawks and fire. Don’t just shoot them like you did with RPGs the first time! Do you know how much a single shot those Man-Pads cost?”

Lennox, piloting the helicopter, shouted to his subordinate as he took out the second SA16 launcher.

“Razor!”

He fitted a custom-made pipe (extension tube) onto the end of the surface-to-air missile launcher.

By extending the extension tubes mounted on the front and end of the SA16 launcher outside the helicopter, the gas and afterblast produced at the moment of launch were all resolved outside the aircraft.

Meanwhile, the CBP helicopter closed in on them, and the M240 gunner resumed firing his machine gun, shouting:

“They’re coming! They’re coming!”

Tata tata tata tata tata tata!

As the machine gun fire echoed through the cabin, the hands of the mercenaries preparing to launch the Manpass missiles began to get busier.

As soon as Claire spotted another Man-Pad missile launcher inside Lennox’s helicopter, she urged the pilot to fly underneath Lennox’s helicopter.

Explaining the characteristics of their Manpass, which makes close range, low angle shooting impossible.

The SA16, like the RPG7, is a proven weapon that has been used in conflicts and combat zones for decades.

It is even said that there are numerous records of shooting down aircraft such as the American F-16 fighter bomber and AH-1 Cobra helicopter.

So, the best thing to do is to stick close to Lennox and prevent him from targeting us, since we’re sure to get shot down if we keep our distance from him.

The problem is, if our Black Hawks get close and hide underneath the rear of Lennox’s helicopter, it will be easier for them to destroy us with their mini-guns and M240 machine guns.

The M240 machine gun bullets firing at our Black Hawk helicopters prove that my guess was not groundless.

Thud! Thud! Thud!

After five or six bullets had blasted through the aircraft, our Black Hawk helicopter took up position about 200 meters below the SA-342 helicopter at the 5 o’clock position.

Claire and our helicopter pilot were busy requesting assistance from Air Force Control at Kennedy Space Center on the radio.

Meanwhile, the two CBP agents behind me and I were busy doing our own thing.

As the two agents took out the empty magazines, I put the tracer rounds I had taken out of the bullet box back into the magazines and handed them over to them.

I would have liked to have taken that M4 rifle and told him I would shoot him, but I can’t go overboard because just being on board this helicopter would be against the law.

But isn’t this wrong?

Fucking shit!

Phew!

But a moment later, as I heard the pilot shouting, I had a feeling that something more serious was going to happen to us.

“Their helicopters are turning! Their helicopters are turning!”

What that means is that Lennox’s men won’t let our Black Hawk helicopters hide behind their rear.

I poked my head out between the pilot and Claire’s seats and scanned the sky ahead.

Then, the nose of the SA-342 helicopter was seen turning to the right, hovering several hundred meters above in the 1 o’clock direction.

This action caused the right side of the helicopter, with its M-134 mini-gun mounted on it, to turn towards us.

“My God!”

The pilot shouted and moved the cycle stick and collective stick, but the mini-guns were faster.

Already, dozens of red flares are pouring down toward our helicopter.

A swarm of flares, then another, fly towards us, and the Black Hawk helicopter begins its steep dive, roaring.

Booooooooooooo!

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My body was thrown toward the cockpit, and the CBP agents rolled toward me.

At that moment, I felt like the nerve cells in my body were exploding.

The Black Hawk helicopter descended at a terrifying speed, and as I glanced at the aircraft from time to time, red tracers flashed around us.

After flying like that for a while, Claire shouts at us.

I’m stuck in this precipitous descent, but Claire seems to be speaking in her normal voice.

“We’ll fly as close to the ground as possible, Kim! Then, the heat of the ground and the launch angle will make it difficult for them to target their Man-Paz missiles!”

Thank you for the compliment, but what we should be worried about now is not old-fashioned but deadly surface-to-air missiles, but rather 7.62mm mini-gun rounds that seem to swarm like bees.

As I was contemplating whether or not to say that, several flares exploded inside the cabin.

Plop! Plop! Plop! Plop!

Suddenly, smoke begins to fill the cabin, blocking my view.

At that sight, a strong electric current ran through my back and even my buttocks, making me flinch.

“ah!”

I hear someone’s voice, and then Claire shouts to me from across the cockpit.

“Left side of the cabin! Remove the fire extinguisher on the left side of the cabin and throw it out of the plane!”

I reached for the fire extinguisher that was spraying out the extinguishing agent, but after a while it ran out of gas and stopped leaking out any more agent.

However, he found the agent on the floor of the plane with his arms wrapped around his neck and the other agents holding him back.

Just in time, the Black Hawk helicopter leveled off and I quickly scanned the two CBP agents.

Before I could ask, an agent shouted over the intercom.

“Man Down! Man Down!”

Blood gushes from the injured agent’s neck, while another agent attempts to cover his throat with his own hand.

I quickly took off the windbreaker I was wearing, folded it several times, and handed it to him.

I don’t know if it’s because the agent with the gunshot wound to the neck isn’t groaning, or if the loud helicopter noise is making it hard to hear, but it’s clear that our situation has now gone from a bad situation to a serious one.

As the helicopter flies over the dense greenery, the injured agent’s blood spreads across the entire cabin floor.

Moreover, even though the extinguishing agent has been blown away by the wind, smoke is still rising from the places where the tracer grenades were embedded.

And then the flares keep flying in from behind us.

Now, there is no choice.

I approached the agent who was applying pressure to the injured agent’s neck.

Then, he figured out my intention and took a stance so that I could take out the M4 rifle hanging from his neck.

As I carefully remove the automatic rifle from his neck, he shouts.

“Good luck!”

I tapped his shoulder, shouldered the M4 rifle, and stuck my head out of the fuselage.

Behind us, flying low enough to skim the treetops, an SA-342 helicopter follows us, its nose pointed at 10 o’clock.

The reason Lennox flew in with his nose slightly turned was to have the mini-gun on the right side of his plane fire 7.62mm rounds in the front.

It starts to seem surreal to see mini-gun flares whizzing past us, drowning out any other sound by the noise of the Black Hawk helicopters.

I turned toward the cockpit to order Claire to angle her aircraft to return fire.

But something unexpected is happening in the cockpit too.

The pilot was leaning his head against the front dashboard, possibly hit by a bullet, while Claire was piloting the helicopter.

Wow, I don’t need to be surprised or excited by this sight, I just laugh in vain.

Over Claire’s shoulder, I could see our helicopter flying at the speed of light.

Above the bushes, between the valleys, above the bushes, and then at an extremely low altitude, as if we were right under the UH-60 fuselage, our helicopter goes over the high hills.

Then, as a vast expanse of grassland opened up before our eyes, almost as wide as the surface of Lake Michigan, Claire cried out.

“God damn it!”

Before I could even ask why, something shot out from the left side of our helicopter and stretched straight ahead of us.

A single Man-Pad missile flew from side to side, with a trail of smoke, as if searching for a target in the air.

Then it explodes on the hillside 1.5 to 1.6 kilometers ahead.

Oh, shit!

You really fired a surface-to-air missile at us?

Is this true?

As black smoke billows far ahead, Claire looks behind her through the side mirrors on either side of the helicopter cockpit.

Claire’s desperate movements to find Lennox’s helicopter are detected.

At that moment, I picked up the intercom headset that was rolling around on the floor and put it on right away.

“Give me an angle to shoot at them!”

Claire, who was driving the helicopter like crazy, discovered my presence late and responded immediately.

“If we slow down, we’ll be food for their mini-guns! He said to get as close to the ground as possible and fly towards Kennedy Space Center, and that air force base will respond!”

“How much time will it take until then?”

“It will take 6~7 minutes.”

At that moment, mini-gun rounds exploded at the back of our helicopter.

I grabbed Claire’s shoulder and shouted.

He shouted even though he could have talked through the intercom.

“Hey, Florida Queen! Do you think we’ll still be here in six or seven minutes?”

At that moment, Claire looked over her shoulder at me, and without realizing it, I grabbed her face and kissed her.

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