"Chels! My friends, let's celebrate our escape to freedom!"
Sim shouted loudly towards another aircraft. After speaking, he raised a cup to his lips and drank in one gulp.
When he finished drinking and set the cup down, he looked toward the opposite helicopter again.
By now, the other helicopter was much closer, barely a hundred meters apart.
At this point, he could pretty much see the faces of the people sitting inside.
When he recognized the person constantly waving and greeting him from the other side,
the smile on his face gradually became rigid.
This...
Why is it someone with yellow skin?
And black hair?
This person looks a bit familiar.
The height.
The figure.
This is... damn Zhang Beixing!!!
...
...
The two aircraft were approaching.
One was pursuing while the other was fleeing.
Sweat was dripping from the pilots' foreheads; both pilots were drenched in sweat.
