บท 127: Hope?

The Apache helicopter resumed its assault with urgency, the gunner in the back seat tracking the movements of the beast below. The M230 chain gun, a 30mm cannon capable of firing 625 rounds per minute, unleashed a barrage of rounds towards the monster.

The monster, its hide scarred and smoking from the previous strikes, retaliated. It scooped up chunks of the shattered street, hurling them with deadly accuracy. But the Apache was nimble, banking sharply to evade the incoming projectiles.

Inside the cockpit, the pilot's hands were steady despite the adrenaline that undoubtedly coursed through his veins. With each maneuver, he stayed clear of the creature's reach, allowing the gunner to lay down a relentless stream of fire.