Deng Yuanqi had to crane his neck upwards for more than ten seconds, and his normally strategic mind couldn't make sense of the situation.
It was not until the battle plane, circling above, landed right on the rooftop of the Pentagon Building, and the aircraft's hatch opened, that a tall man in a black trench coat walked down slowly, like a god descending from the heavens.
"Sheng Siyuan?"
He finally recognized the man.
In an instant, his pupils dilated, and his expression froze in shock as he stared at the man.
The others were just as stunned as he was.
Indeed, how could they not be shocked? This man was clearly in their hands, and he was half-dead; how could he suddenly appear in the sky above their heads?
Everyone was terrified!
Only Yin Hehe remained, dragging her bloody leg, sitting next to the already deceased Xiahou Jingmu, and upon seeing this man finally appear,
she could no longer control herself and collapsed backward, swaying.
"Wife!"
