He never expected that this big move he had been holding back would actually be so massive, and as a veteran player, Javier naturally understood what the monster in front of him was; it could temporarily be called the Nemesis-α Parasite Ultimate Form.
This was because, in the old version, it was a new type of monster that transformed after the Second-Form Pursuer devoured the T-103 Tyrant. Its appearance was basically similar, not the immobile, rotten mud-chrysanthemum from the remake. But Javier truly hadn't expected this thing to be so enormous, and wasn't the Nemesis-α Parasite Parasite already devoured by Lisa?
How could it still use a magic card to fuse together? Javier highly suspected that the opponent was using dirty tricks like 'card in pocket' and 'never shuffle'. Otherwise, it would be impossible to fuse after Javier had already used the invincible effect of 'discard both hands'. Referee… that kid is cheating!
"Jill!"
"Calm down. We can't stop this behemoth in front of us. We don't have any weapons that can harm it. Let's just wait here for helicopter rescue. Don't act impulsively at a critical moment!"
"The subway station… let's just pray that the behemoth in front of us won't destroy the subway station's electrical circuits, or that the survivors have already escaped Raccoon City by train!"
Complaining aside,
at the critical moment,
Javier still reached out to stop Jill, who was about to act impulsively, and reminded her in a serious tone—!
After all, Jill's vengeful nature was pretty much like Chris's. If he didn't stop her, she could easily make a wrong choice due to impulsiveness.
However,
Javier's words had barely fallen when the sound of a distant storm reached his ears:
"Da da da da da… da da da da da—!!!"
It was the noise of helicopter propellers spinning at high speed.
A dark green, imposing fuselage, massive propellers, four external hardpoints under the short wings carrying laser-guided AGM-114 Hellfire anti-tank missiles, Hydra 70mm rockets, AIM-92 Stinger missiles for self-defense, and a 30mm M-230 chain gun. The powerful firepower clearly indicated that this was an armed helicopter.
And it was the very famous American Apache AH-64A armed helicopter. Under the gradually whitening dawn sky, it was like a belated Storm God of War. The main pilot's seat was occupied by a middle-aged, mature, and weathered man in a red jacket—Barry Burton—
That reliable old fisherman…
And now, Javier hesitated a bit. It seemed they now had a weaponized vehicle that could harm the Nemesis-α Parasite Ultimate Form in front of them…
Chapter 46: Ace Pilot, Requesting Deployment!
"…"
An AH-64A Apache armed helicopter, and all four external hardpoints were loaded with various weapons, especially the Hellfire anti-tank missile, which performed exceptionally well in various American films and real-world combat.
During the 1991 Gulf War, the U.S. military deployed 277 Apache armed helicopters to execute Operation Desert Storm, launching a total of approximately 5,000 Hellfire anti-tank missiles, destroying 500 Iraqi main battle tanks. Other destroyed targets were not included in the data, with an average hit rate of over 80%.
After the entire Gulf War, a total of 3,700 Iraqi tanks were destroyed. This was unmatched by other armed helicopters, which is why the Apache armed helicopter became famous and one of the most renowned armed helicopters in the United States.
It has been in service for nearly thirty years,
and it is still the most powerful armed helicopter in the world.
With fierce firepower and astonishing defense, important parts of the helicopter's fuselage are protected by special armor, allowing it to continue operating even if hit by conventional anti-aircraft guns. Even if a wing is damaged, it can still be controlled for at least 30 minutes, helping the pilot escape the battlefield and make an emergency landing as much as possible.
At the same time, the dual-turbine engine it carries adds to its power; if one engine is damaged, there's another to easily bring it home, maximizing fault tolerance. Plus, its 8-kilometer radar scan gives it eagle-like vision to easily lock onto enemies, hitting whatever it aims at—
It is a true Storm God of War…
But what made Javier very curious was,
where did Barry, this old fisherman, get this armed helicopter? You know, the Raccoon City Police Department didn't even have this kind of military vehicle. Although Barry used to be a retired military man from the Air Force, his connections were still so good after all these years.
It's really you, Barry!
Always so reliable at crucial moments—!
"Da da da da da da da da da da…!!!"
The storm from the propellers made Jill's hair flutter wildly.
Looking at Barry and the imposing Apache armed helicopter that had arrived, Jill suddenly turned her head, brushed aside her obstructing hair, and said with a confident smile to Javier:
"It looks like I have no choice but to act impulsively this time, Javier!"
"Do you want to help me? If you do, let's defeat that monster together. If not, it doesn't matter, I'll deal with it myself!"
Yes,
this was Jill's attitude.
If it had been just a moment ago, Jill might have truly swallowed her anger due to being unarmed, but now… with a sword in hand, why not use it?
The vengeful Jill would not allow the monster in front of her to destroy Raccoon City's power plant, nor would she allow those ugly politicians in the United States Government to annihilate the struggling survivors of Raccoon City!
And facing such a stubborn and dazzling Jill,
Javier could only smile helplessly, making a feigned gentleman's bow as an invitation:
"Please, my high-spirited and willful Miss Jill, it is only natural for your humble servant to attend to you. How could I dare to defy you!"
No way,
facing such a stubborn and dazzling Jill,
Javier could only risk his life to accompany her.
"Da da da da da—!!!"
"Hey, Jill, Javier, hurry up… time is running out!"
At this moment,
Barry, piloting the Apache armed helicopter, quickly opened the cabin door and waved to Jill and Javier, telling them to come aboard.
However…
Upon seeing the sparse two pilot seats, Javier and the others were stunned. Goodness, they had been so busy praising the helicopter's power that they seemed to have forgotten one problem: this thing wasn't for carrying people, but purely for attack.
Therefore, the Apache armed helicopter only had two pilot seats:
the main pilot's seat and the gunner's seat.
And there were seven of them, plus a small child, including Barry. How were they going to get on?
To this,
Barry, the "reliable man," showed an awkward yet polite smile. He pointed to the two rows of wings outside the cabin and the protruding parts of the fuselage, which had handles welded onto them. In case of necessity… these two places could serve as seats.
After all, in many American films and wars, when Apache armed helicopters encountered people needing rescue, they would use these two parts to carry trapped individuals away from the battlefield.
But now…
Leon: "…"
Claire: "…"
Goodness, this is the first time in my life I've ridden an armed helicopter, and I didn't expect to be in economy class? Bah…! This isn't even economy class, at most it's a hanging ticket! Damn it… are you the African Odell of the transport world? Or an Indian Transformer?
"Don't worry,"
"The co-pilot's space is still quite large; three or four girls and a small child can squeeze in without a problem. But the key is that it will be tough for you two, Javier, and… uh, this young police officer. You two will have to take the side wing hanging ticket positions. Sorry… bear with it, after all, ladies first."
Facing this dilemma,
our reliable fisherman Barry offered a very suitable solution. Without a doubt… this was a very reasonable distribution method. Jill, Claire, Catherine, Lisa, and the sleeping Sherry all had no issues.
But Javier was very dissatisfied. Why couldn't he fly it himself? He was a man with a Riding B- skill. Controlling an armed helicopter, wasn't that easy-peasy and simple?
And so…
"Barry, do you trust me?"
"The armed helicopter business is very complex; you're too old to handle it. Let me, a young man, pilot it! I once played helicopter simulation games on a game console, and not long ago, I just registered for pilot flight training."
With a heavy hand on Barry's shoulder, Javier spoke with extreme seriousness.
It was a pity… his wild words immediately earned him a good beating from Barry's fists. What a joke! If you piloted the helicopter, wouldn't you crash all of them? And you little brat, don't you have any respect for the elderly and care for the young? How dare you ask me to go hang on the wing?
Don't even think about it—!
But that being said,
after a minute,
When the Nemesis-α Parasite Ultimate Form below was almost getting impatient from waiting, Barry, the reliable old fisherman, still obediently took his seat on the wing as a hanging passenger.
Next to him was Leon, looking utterly resigned. Not only was he riding an armed helicopter as a hanging passenger, but Javier was also piloting it. He felt like he was going to be flung off at any moment!
Meanwhile, Javier happily took the pilot's seat. In front of him hung an octopus charm from Lisa. Behind him, Jill, Claire, Catherine, and Sherry were all squeezed into one spot, barely fitting inside the Apache armed helicopter.
If the Indian and African people next door saw this,
they would probably exclaim, "Expert!"
What made Barry, the old fisherman, compromise, besides Javier's eloquent persuasion, was the wad of cash in his hand, and Javier's newly revealed junior pilot's license.
Yes… Javier really did have that license, but he just hadn't actually flown one. After all, it was his predecessor who had flown, not him, the one who had transmigrated.
What he truly relied on… was the Riding B- skill—
And Barry thought, simply leaving Raccoon City shouldn't be too much of a problem, and with time running out, he naturally allowed Javier's whim. In plain terms, it was just a lot of smooth talk and nonsense!
And so…
"…"
"Ace pilot, requesting deployment!"
Sitting in the cockpit, Javier looked at the dazzling array of buttons, as numerous as trinkets on a street vendor's stall, dense and bewildering. An ordinary person wouldn't know where to press.
But Javier showed no panic; instead, he slowly put on his helmet.
A regular armed helicopter might not require such strictness,
but the Apache armed helicopter was different, because its helmet could connect to the gun below, allowing for a state of human-machine integration with just a slight shake of the head.
Even if the gunner in the back was incapacitated, the pilot flying the helicopter could still multitask and use the gun to fire while in flight!
As for the dazzling array of buttons in front of him,
Javier quietly touched them with his palm.
Riding skill—
It's a skill derived from a certain human's greatest hero forum, Fate. Javier's Riding rank is B, which means that aside from dragon species, magical beasts, sacred beasts (fantasy species), and some non-human creatures like the zombies and Lickers in front of him, which he cannot control, he can easily and skillfully operate conventional carriages, giant elephants, and modern vehicles.
He only needed to sit on the saddle, grasp the reins, and he could commune with his mount. The same applied to the Apache armed helicopter in front of him. Sitting in the cockpit seat, gripping the control stick, Javier's eyes immediately became clear, as if everything was understood with calm…
Don't ask,
just say it's a cheat—
"…"
"Everyone, fasten your seatbelts! Your ace pilot is about to demonstrate his exquisite flying skills. When I first started learning to fly helicopters, my instructor praised me without hesitation, saying that I shouldn't learn to fly helicopters, as it would be a waste of my talent. He said I should go deliver tofu in Akina, because the tofu pudding I'd make would be incredibly delicate and refreshing, since even brain matter would be shaken into a smooth consistency!"
With a confident smile on his face,
Javier slowly started the helicopter.
Then he immediately increased the throttle on the collective stick. The huge propellers of the Apache armed helicopter instantly began to spin rapidly. The Storm God of War set sail again, and the strong wind blew Leon's small middle part everywhere, almost splitting it. He felt like he was going to die here today.
And fasten your seatbelt?
Where are the seatbelts on these two hanging spots—?!
Very helplessly, Leon could only reach out his arm and tightly grip the nearby handle, even if his arm was dislocated, he would not allow himself to be thrown from the helicopter!
"Buzz—!"
"Da da da da da da da da da—!!!"
As the foot pedals were pressed down,
the tail rotor of the Apache armed helicopter also spun simultaneously. The two combined, generating immense lift. This Storm God of War successfully took off smoothly, showing no signs of wobbling, which surprised Leon and Barry a little.
Hey? This bastard actually seems to know how to fly a helicopter…!
Operating a helicopter is actually not difficult. The main control stick in your hand is used to control the throttle and the upward buoyancy and descent of the main rotor. The foot pedals control the tail rotor, and the tail rotor controls the helicopter's left and right turns. Once you understand these, it's very simple.
"Buzz…!"
Under Javier's skilled control,
this imposing Apache armed helicopter unexpectedly took off smoothly, immediately leaving the top of the power plant. And at an altitude of several hundred meters, Javier and the others also saw the Nemesis-α Parasite Ultimate Form destroying everything below.
This bastard monster was trying to drag all the survivors of Raccoon City down with it, but Jill would not let it have its way. She would protect the hope of Raccoon City's survivors.