Seeing the accompanying American military helicopters continuously crashing and the paratroopers being shot like targets in the air, Judy, the FBI and US military liaison, gripped the handrail inside the Black Hawk helicopter, her face pale and her heart burning with anxiety.
"Captain Trigger! This can't go on! Our losses are too heavy! We must find a way to turn the tide!"
Judy anxiously shouted to the female officer beside her, the commander of the US military's Emergency Response Team, codenamed "Trigger."
Trigger, whose face was covered by a visor display system, had a slight curl to her lips, and the crescent-shaped display light below her visor remained gray.
"Uh huh~ Of course there's a way. Have the helicopter gain altitude."
"Gain altitude?"
Judy was stunned. In this situation, threatened by surface-to-air missiles, wouldn't rashly gaining altitude make her an even easier target?
"Why? Captain Trigger, what we need is to suppress the enemy's firing points!"
"Listen to me, Agent Judy."
Trigger's voice remained calm as she spoke to pilot number 11.
"Fly the helicopter above those two Apaches. Then, after I jump, immediately lower altitude and wait below me."
"Understood." Number 11 immediately increased the helicopter's altitude.
"Jump down? Wait! What are you doing? Captain Trigger!" Judy looked at Trigger, who had no parachute, and had an ominous premonition.
What made her even more incredulous was that the pilot showed no reaction at all, directly executing the order as if it were routine.
As the helicopter gained altitude.
Judy watched in horror as Trigger actually opened the cabin door, without any hesitation, and without any parachute pack, leaped directly from the Black Hawk helicopter!
"My God! She's crazy!!" Judy cried out in alarm, thinking she had witnessed a suicide.
But what happened next completely overturned her understanding.
Trigger, in freefall, continuously adjusted her body posture in the air, bypassing the propellers below.
Using a method of stepping on her right foot with her left, she leveraged herself in the air and climbed onto the Apache below, which was fiercely strafing, piloted by Korn and with Chianti operating the machine gun.
Bang—!!
With a muffled thud, Trigger flipped over, her feet landing steadily on the top of that Apache's fuselage.
The tremendous impact caused the Apache helicopter to shake violently.
Before Chianti could react to what had happened, Trigger, whose visor display system's light had turned red, had already grabbed the edge of the cabin door with one hand and, holding the grip of a pistol with the other, smashed it violently against the side window of the cabin.
Crash—!
The bulletproof glass was shattered into a spiderweb pattern by her strike, and then broke apart.
Trigger reached in, grabbed Chianti, who was operating the machine gun, by the collar, and roughly dragged her out.
"Bastard! Who are you?!"
Chianti was both surprised and enraged, and reacted extremely quickly by drawing the dagger strapped to her thigh, stabbing it backwards at Trigger.
But Trigger was even faster!
Her movements were concise and efficient to the extreme. After easily squeezing into the cabin through the side window.
Trigger blocked Chianti's attack, then followed up with an elbow strike to Chianti's abdomen, and taking advantage of her bending over in pain, delivered another fierce kick to her back.
"Ah—!"
Chianti screamed, directly kicked out of the broken window, plummeting towards the ground.
"Chianti!"
Korn, who was piloting the helicopter, exclaimed in surprise. Without thinking much, he grabbed the spare parachute pack next to him, pushed open the cockpit door, and leaped out.
After catching the falling Chianti in mid-air, he immediately opened the parachute pack and descended towards the distance.
The helicopter, now without a pilot, began to fall.
Trigger stood on the violently shaking fuselage, glanced at the position of the Apache where Gin and Calvados were, not far away.
Taking a deep breath, she stomped her foot forcefully.
Using this jump, she closed the distance.
But it wasn't enough!
Looking at the other Apache close at hand, Trigger once again used her anti-Newtonian technique, stepping on her right foot with her left, gaining a second boost, and climbing onto the Apache helicopter where Gin was.
This incredible scene left Judy, in the Black Hawk helicopter that was lowering its altitude, wide-eyed and speechless.
"What the hell?!" Calvados in the pilot's seat, looking at Trigger clinging to his window, was so scared he almost made an operational error.
Gin was also utterly shocked.
In his mind, he recalled The Exaltists's Blessing Potion, which was said to comprehensively enhance human physical qualities.
That's right, The Exaltists had research results, so how could the American military not have them? This person in front of him might be a biological weapon secretly developed by the US military!
"Captain America...?!!"
Without any hesitation, Gin displayed his ruthless and decisive side.
He suddenly lifted his foot and fiercely kicked the bulletproof glass in front of him, forcefully kicking a hole in it.
Immediately, Gin raised the submachine gun in his hand and, through the hole, wildly strafed Trigger, who was clinging to the outside of the helicopter.
Da da da da—!
Bullets poured out like a storm.
Trigger then performed a demonstration of'speed conquers all' in front of Gin.
Within seconds, she moved and dodged, narrowly avoiding all the bullets.
While Gin was reloading, Trigger also fired.
But her bullets were not aimed at Gin or Calvados, but at the connection point at the base of the Apache's rapidly rotating main rotor on top.
"Idiot! The Apache's rotors are specially made, ordinary bullets can't damage them. Don't waste your effort."
Gin, seeing this, couldn't help but let out a cold laugh. How could the Apache's sturdiness be shaken by bullets?
But very quickly, his smile froze on his face.
The bullets fired by Trigger were astonishingly powerful!
Each bullet exploded upon hitting its target, like miniature artillery shells.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
After several consecutive gunshots, this Apache helicopter immediately lost balance, spewing black smoke, and plummeted towards the ground.
Trigger, having accomplished all this, didn't even look at the falling helicopter. She turned and leaped again, adjusting her posture in the air.
When she landed on the Black Hawk helicopter below where Judy was, she lightly reached out and grabbed the extended landing gear.
Then, with an agile flip, like a swallow returning to its nest, she effortlessly leaped back into the cabin, not even out of breath, her expression unchanged.
Judy's mouth was wide open, unable to speak for a long time, finally stammering.
"Cap-Captain Trigger... you... you're practically a superhuman!"
The display light below Trigger's visor turned yellow, and she calmly glanced at Judy.
"The mission isn't over yet, Agent Judy. Notify ground forces to apprehend the people who parachuted from those two helicopters."
After speaking, Trigger stared intently at a certain spot within the concert venue below, occasionally letting out a silly, delighted chuckle.