The wind swirled around the leaves as the mercenary sped through them. He made a zig-zag move while running, avoiding the bullets that started to rain on him again after he distracted the helicopters a while ago.
Sweats ran through his forehead, mixing with the dried blood from the wound on his head, causing his hair to stick to his face. He clicked his tongue when one of the bullets touched his black trench coat, making a hole in the end of the fabric.
Glaring at one of the helicopters, Kiaran took out two smoke bombs from his trench coat and threw one of them at the helicopter.
Falling for the same trick again, the helicopter lost control and bumped onto the two other helicopters as it did just a while ago. The criminal's deep blue eyes glinted in amusement before he continued his whole 'running away from the guards' thing.