Miller's obnoxious voice, accompanied by the fierce wind from the armed helicopter's rotor blades, howled towards Jimmy and Zhang Beixing.
Even though Jimmy still had some sense, in this status his wildness remained untamed. He roared angrily at Miller, who was swaying and menacingly arrogant above the helicopter.
Unfortunately, Miller's voice could be heard largely thanks to the loudspeaker in his hand.
Although Jimmy roared powerfully, from Miller's position it sounded no different than a kitten.
Miller laughed uproariously, grabbing the helicopter's guard rail with one hand, shaking even more violently.
"Look, the little kitten is angry."
Then Miller suddenly switched his tone.
"Minister Zhang, I thought this little kitty would die in that base."
"It seems you're even tougher than I imagined."
Zhang Beixing didn't respond to Miller, his eyes continuously observing the armed helicopter where Miller stood.
