Chapter 390

“We hit it! We actually hit it!” “Whoa! Major Sullivan’s unreal, seriously insane marksman skills!” A bomber was circling low overhead, not even trying to hide, flying slow like it owned the sky, clearly planning to sweep in with a final, brutal strike. Too bad they'd seriously misjudged. Totally picked the wrong target to mess with. Without missing a beat, Sullivan Fletcher grabbed a heavy machine gun from one of the soldiers, dropped to the ground, set it up fast, and let loose a torrent of fire after locking in his aim. The bomber was struck hard on the wing—rattled by the sheer force of that massive machine gun. It didn’t explode right away, but you could tell: the thing was wobbling in the sky, clearly out of control. That pilot probably lost control completely. Whether or not it crashed, that death trap was no longer a threat from above. “Holy crap, that was epic!” “I mean... can you believe it? A freaking bomber, shot down by machine gun fire like something straight out of an ac