In the helicopter cabin... His face was anxious and red, and he urgently adjusted the height of the helicopter...!!

The helicopter [] was hovering in the sky, rolling violently...!!

Almost crumbling...!!!

Feng Youdao and Guo Xinglei were sitting in the cabin, their faces turned pale with fear!!

this……!!!

Is the plane going to crash?!!

"What should I do?! Be sure to keep your balance! Is there something wrong with the plane?!!" Feng Youdao asked anxiously to the helicopter pilot with a serious look on his face!!

"The fuselage...the fuselage deck was damaged...temporarily lost balance..."

Pilot, at this time, cold sweat broke out on his forehead...!!

He controlled the plane's control column and tried... to bring the plane back to normal balance.

Hundreds of meters above the ground, if this... plane loses control, the only result... is to crash to death...!!

High altitude is not like the flat ground. If there is a car accident, at most it will just be a crash.

Once something happens to a high-altitude aircraft, there is absolutely no second possibility.

The only result is death.

"Rumble...!" The helicopter spun violently, tilting and circling at high altitude!

The pilot constantly controls and adjusts!

Finally, under his fierce emergency operation!

The helicopter finally... regained its balance!

Pulled back from death...!!

"Rumble...!!" In the sky, the helicopter was spinning violently, roaring continuously, pulling the fuselage back.

Finally, I was in the sky and kept my balance!!

In the helicopter cabin, Feng Youdao and Guo Xinglei had cold sweat on their foreheads!!

This is, being pulled back from the gate of hell!

And, at the same time.

Below, the Devil May Cry dagger, after failing in the air, flew around in the air and flew back into Chen Zongheng's hand again.

He grabbed it with his right hand and held the Devil May Cry dagger in his hand.

There was a deep look in his eyes.,

Unexpectedly, the attack failed.

The height is too high.

No matter how powerful he was, it was impossible for him to explode with the force of a sniper rifle.

Throwing Devil May Cry 700 meters into the air is already the limit.

But it only damaged the deck of the helicopter.

The attack failed.

The best opportunity for sniping was lost.

The Devil May Cry dagger flew back into his hand.

His eyes were deep and he stared at the sky for a long time.

"Guo Xinglei, I guess you... are destined to be lucky."

Then, he turned around and walked to the rooftop guardrail.

He picked up the lit cigarette butt again, put it to his mouth, and took a deep breath.

The rich ring of smoke inhaled into his lungs, and that feeling made him obsessed.

He slowly turned around, holding a cigarette in his mouth, and walked... towards the bottom of the rooftop stairs.

But in the sky above, the helicopter was still hovering and did not leave.

Chen Zongheng, holding a cigarette in his mouth, slowly walked down the rooftop stairs.

Back to the corridor on the seventh floor.

At this time, the entire corridor on the seventh floor was filled with blood and misery.

Countless black people fell to the ground in various directions.

Blood spattered and dyed the entire corridor red.

Chen Zongheng held a cigarette in his mouth and stepped over the corpses on the ground step by step.

At this time, there was no one in the entire corridor who could stop him.

Because, those people all fell down.

Dead, dead.

Hurt hurt.

Chen Zongheng just walked to the intensive care unit.

He slowly walked into the ward with a cigarette in his mouth.

At this time, everything was quiet in the intensive care unit.

In the air, there was a strong smell of pungent medicinal water and nutrient solution.

On the hospital bed, Guo Shaoze was wearing a white hospital gown, lying upright on the hospital bed.

At this time, he had become a vegetative state.

Only the eyes are still open.

Once upon a time, he was a mighty young man who was unparalleled in the world, but... at this moment, he could only... lie on a cold bed.

There was an oxygen bottle hanging on his nose, and he was dying.

He couldn't even move.

Chen Zongheng walked to the hospital bed step by step, and just lowered his head and looked at Guo Shaoze.

At this time, Guo Shaoze, with his eyes open, also saw... Chen Zongheng in front of the hospital bed!

At this moment, his unable to move body was actually frightened... and trembled violently!!

"Old friend, long time no see. Do you look good?" Chen Zongheng held a cigarette in his mouth and stared at Guo Shaoze with calm eyes.

Guo Shaoze's body was trembling.

The pupils are full of shock, horror and fear!!

Father... where is father?!!

He turned his head tremblingly, trying to find his father's figure around him.

However, Guo Xinglei was nowhere to be found.

"Are you looking for your father?" Chen Zong held his cigarette in his mouth and slowly blew out a smoke ring.

"Your father, you left him behind. He took a helicopter and ran away." Chen Zongheng shook his head slowly and raised the corners of his mouth.

Huh~!

Hearing these words, Guo Shaoze's body trembled suddenly?!

Unbelievable!!

Father……

Father ran away???

His legs, at this moment, actually...were scared to death!!

A stream of warm liquid slowly overflowed along the bed sheets of the hospital bed!

He peed his pants!

This dignified young president of Yuanxing Group peed his pants!!!

"President Guo, don't be afraid."

"I won't hurt you."

The corners of Chen Zongheng's mouth curled up for a moment.

With his bloody hands, he took out a pack of soft Chinese, took out a cigarette, and lit it.

Then, he handed it to Guo Shaoze and put the cigarette into his mouth.

"Let's make do, smoke one of my ordinary Chinese. I don't have any cigars here." Chen Zongheng said calmly and calmly.
To be continued...