"The mudslide destroyed the signal tower, so it seems they must not be far from the disaster area." He raised his hand to comfortingly pat Leng Zimo's shoulder and casually pulled on his arm, "Let's go, we'll talk more on the plane!"
Next to them, the helicopter was already in position.
Both men boarded the helicopter, and one of Leng Zimo's subordinates immediately handed over two headsets.
Leng Zirui took the headsets, gave one to Leng Zimo, and then put the other one on his head before speaking into the microphone, "My men have already headed to the disaster area to work on restoring communication, don't worry. I've just received a detailed report, and the village in that area you mentioned isn't a heavily affected zone. It must be just a temporary loss of contact."
"I know the address there; when the time comes, help me arrange a helicopter," Leng Zimo said.
"Alright!" Leng Zirui nodded, then gave the pilot the command, "Take off!"
