Dawn City North Runway.
A wooden plane bumped crookedly onto the runway, bouncing up and down several times before finally coming to a stop.
Watching the speedometer needle fall to zero, Mosquito slowly let out the breath he had been holding. At last, the weight hanging over his heart was gone.
"Holy shit..."
He had finally landed!
The fuselage had taken two hits, and the wings had taken five. That was with him performing barrel rolls during the climb, risking the whole thing falling apart.
Were these hostile NPCs some kind of Tarkov boss squad?
That kind of accuracy with rifle fire was just ridiculous!
They were definitely using hacks!
Tossing his hat into the cockpit, Mosquito braced himself with both hands and jumped down to inspect his ride. Looking at the bullet holes and cracks, his heart ached.
Since the plane's wings and fuselage were made of wood, its defenses were practically nonexistent. A bullet hit meant a hole.
One round had even grazed the wiring. It had nearly made the battery on his left start smoking.
Still, it was fortunate that the wings were made of wood.
The enemy bullets had too much kinetic energy and overpenetrated, so they had not caused serious structural damage to the wings.
Mosquito had circled in the sky for a while. It was not until he started heading back that he noticed the cockpit was leaking air and the wings were cracked, but by then he was only a few kilometers from the runway.
He had panicked, sure, but it was nothing serious!
His four apprentices gathered around him.
Deathbringer glanced at the bullet holes in the plane and said in surprise.
"Damn? You took this junk plane out to fight people and dogs?"
"I got shot a few times while retrieving