Twenty kilometers away from Luo An City, a helicopter hovered at a height of five hundred meters above the ground, its cabins on both sides fully opened.
Clad in colonel's uniform, Chu Zixuan stood by the doorway, gazing at the battling giants in the distance. However, in reality, his method of spectating the battle was through the use of mental power.
"Commander, should we fly closer for a better view?"
A soldier asked occasionally.
Chu Zixuan glanced at him, then turned his head to the pilot, "Check the old airport of Luo An City and see if there's a place to land..."
Closer?
He was well aware of the nuclear bomb-effect Du Gang could produce with just one kick. The purpose of this trip was to appease Du Gang. Even from twenty kilometers away, he felt unsafe. How could he think of getting any closer?
It's better to wait until the fight ends and then move!
...
The Arctic Circle.
