Li Yeqi quickly calibrated the panel, targeted the last shell at the helicopter relentlessly pursuing in the sky. A "boom" echoed as the helicopter failed to evade and was hit directly, spiraling down like a bird with clipped wings, crashing onto the yellow sand below and exploding with a thunderous roar.
Li Yeqi's back was drenched in cold sweat, ammunition and supplies exhausted, as the off-road vehicle hurtled into the desert but could move no further.
Two off-road vehicles behind surrounded them from front and back. Five or six men, their faces smeared with oil paint and dressed as bandits, descended from the vehicles. Brandishing guns, they closed in on the off-road vehicle.
"Hands up, get out of the car!"
Li Yeqi squinted, planning to put up a desperate fight, when suddenly a cold gun barrel pressed against his temple. He was stunned and turned around, seeing the once brotherly Zhou Bei aiming a gun at his temple. "Zhou Bei, what are you doing?"
