Download - Walkthrough To Hitman Series

It would have been dangerous to drive very fast, since many traps lay beneath the shifting sands,
so hours were spent driving through the tunnel created by the truck's headlights while waiting
for the Eurocopter EC 135 to roar overhead. But nothing happened, and thanks to their
early-morning departure–likely coupled with Al-Sharr's apparent unwillingness to pursue them
during the hours of darkness–47, Gazeau, and Numo were able to make good progress. When
the sun rose they were on a flat piste, or track, traveling at about 30 mph, as they followed the
road toward a clutch of basalt towers that were the only things worth looking at.
Distances could be and often were deceptive, which meant that even though the rocky spires
appeared to be relatively close, they were actually many miles away.
The better part of half an hour passed before the outcroppings grew appreciably larger, and the
track swung out to the west of them. That was when something appeared in the sky, circled
behind the rock columns, and emerged to race straight at them. The EC 135 was no more than
fifty feet off the deck and growing larger with each passing second.
“There it is!” Gazeau said grimly. “It looks like the fat bastard finally rolled out of bed.”
Agent 47 tried to watch as the helicopter passed over them, but the cab's roof blocked his view.
His mind went to the weapons stashed in the back, but he knew that neither one of the long
guns would be very effective against the chopper.
Then, having turned back, the Eurocopter pulled up next to the left side of the truck and sped
along, not 60 feet away from the driver's-side window. Dust blew backward and boiled into the
air. Sous-Prefet Al-Sharr was clearly visible beyond the Plexiglas, and gestured for Gazeau to
stop. The Libyan offered a rude gesture by way of a reply, which caused the chopper to pull
ahead and enter a wide turn.
“Uh-oh,” Gazeau said. “How much do you want to bet Al-Sharr brought one of his cops
along?”
Agent 47 never had an opportunity to reply as the helicopter passed along the truck's right side
and a man opened fire with an AK-47. It took practice to fire an automatic weapon from a
moving platform, especially when shooting at a speeding target. And it soon became apparent
that the policeman knew what he was doing.
The assassin heard a series of pings as half a dozen 7.62 mm slugs hit the Mog. Then the EC
135 was gone, giving the gunner time to slam a fresh thirty-round magazine into the weapon's
receiver, and prepare for the next pass. Agent 47 was thrown against his shoulder restraint as
Gazeau hit the brakes.
“What the hell are you doing?” he demanded. “They'll shoot the hell out of us!”
“No they won't,” the Libyan replied. “They expect us to stop.”
Agent 47 heard a familiar clacking sound and turned to discover that Numo had assembled an
AK-47 of his own. The Libyan grinned as the Mog skidded to a halt. First the rifle…now this. It