Song Mian raised his hand and gestured to Han Zhaolin. In this environment, he couldn’t even shout. Perhaps one shout could cause a second large-scale avalanche. Right now, the place was so soft that even the instruments couldn’t accurately calculate the data.
Han Zhaolin immediately understood what song Mian meant. He turned around and ordered, “The helicopter will go up again. I’ll go down. All of you, stand by.”
“Captain!”
“We can’t take another one down there.”Han Zhaolin’s voice turned cold.
“Captain, we’ll wait for the data from the detector. If you go down with Mr. Song Like This...”
“The machine is dead, but the man is alive.”Han Zhaolin looked at Song Mian, who was moving forward with great difficulty, “I believe in him, and I hope you can believe in him as you believe in me. No one can disobey orders and take any action on their own.”
