"Fuck, Qin Si, you asshole, I've slaved for you, and you won't even give me a chance to live, huh?"
"I curse your fucking mother."
Listening to the curse, Qin Si gasped for breath, sweat streaming down his face, thinking let them swear all they want.
Immediately after.
He heard the sound of combat, as if zombies were catching up, along with bursts of screams and final curses, it was clear they were being killed by the zombies.
A cold smile appeared on his lips as he looked at the helicopter, feeling a gradual calm inside. As long as he had it, he could go wherever he wished; a good boss should know how to fly a helicopter. Anything related to life and death had to be in his own hands, never to be entrusted to anyone else.
Approaching the edge of the rooftop, he looked down at the situation below and shuddered in fear from a single glance.
