In the flying helicopter, a voice full of respect sounded, "Major General Shang, you didn't need to send comrade Shangguan back since it is time-consuming and the noise of the propeller is so loud."
Suddenly, the pilot felt something cold pressed against his temple.
Shang Jiuti was holding a delicate gun with a cold expression on her face. She was aiming it at the helicopter's pilot, and she said emotionlessly, "Turn around and go to Anluo."
"Major General Shang?" The pilot broke into cold sweat. He had never expected that Shang Jiuti, who was so quiet, would make such a demand, and in that way. Why should they head to Anluo? The young pilot's body was shaking, but he denied, "I cannot disobey military orders."
Shang Jiuti loaded the gun and sneered. "I don't really mind killing you and getting rid of your corpse. I can pilot the helicopter too."
The pilot gritted his teeth and gave in.
