This time, Miao Ke'er did not move Xiao Qiang, but embraced him tightly. In this moment between life and death, she understood her feelings clearly and had something to say to Xiao Qiang.
But at this very moment, a huge black aircraft was plummeting from the sky with a whistling sound.
Miao Ke'er wore an anguished expression, her voice heavy as she said, "These people are innocent after all, could you save them?"
Xiao Qiang frowned. He had just managed to suppress the happiness poison in his body, and flying had already drained his strength. Let alone rescuing the tons-heavy helicopter.
It was a military-grade aircraft, far from a regular helicopter.
He was planning to say no, believing the ungrateful people didn't deserve his help. But after seeing Miao Ke'er's sorrowful gaze, he reluctantly shook his head.
The helicopter roared again as various parts of it were set ablaze. The unfortunate hostages were panicking, shouting, and it was utter chaos.
