บท 288: Chapter 240 Intelligence

Casiva sneezed twice more.

These sneezes were strangely ominous.

He didn't feel like he had a cold, nor did he feel uncomfortable, but he just kept sneezing.

Just as Qassem and his men had vanished from Casiva's line of sight, Casiva suddenly heard a familiar sound.

It was the roaring of helicopters, the sound of propeller airflow.

Casiva felt the hair all over his body stand on end.

Having spent years trafficking across the Persian Plateau, dealing with the Revolutionary Guard, border police, and the army, he was all too familiar with the sound of the Bell 214A medium utility helicopter.

The Persian military units stationed nearby often used this type of helicopter to attack them.