Steve Xavier was too lazy to respond to him.
Three minutes later.
A black helicopter from the southeast flew in a straight line and hovered in the sky. The whirlwind caused by the propeller exerted pressure upon the ground, causing sand and stones to fly.
The black-armored S97 helicopter was quite reliable and could reach a speed of 470 kilometers per hour.
It was not difficult to cover a distance of 20 kilometers in a few minutes.
The Preston team dealt with emergencies, and their ability to deal with emergencies was extremely important. The helicopter was undoubtedly the fastest tool to transport people.
"What the f*ck! He really got himself a helicopter!" The truck driver was dumbfounded.
The drivers around them were all dumbfounded. They had been treating him as a joke, but in the end, he was the one treating them like monkeys.
"Poverty really has limited my imagination!" A driver pouted.
