Their faces looked somewhat dazed, they saw the smile on Zhang Ding's face before his death, as if to say, "You guys better run."
"Brother Ding!" Little Wu screamed with a heart-wrenching roar, tears streaming, unable to bear Zhang Ding's departure, his hand reaching out.
Dai Changhao felt choked up inside, but stubbornly didn't let his emotions vent out. He quickened his pace, his feet sprung and leapt as if he was flying. He leapt to the roof in a few steps, his gaze keenly on the soldier in the cockpit who was wickedly grinning while controlling the Gejin-114.
He grabbed Little Wu, retreated a few steps and then ran forward at a breakneck speed, then a leap of faith, jumping more than ten meters high, directly to the helicopter in the sky!
From Dai Changhao's perspective, the smile on the face of the soldier in the cockpit gradually became sluggish, then turned into fear!
"Don't come here!"
Bang!
