Zhang Beixing found it quite boring and backhanded a slap across the face of one of the leaders of the Lower Mouth Organization.
The neck twisted over a hundred degrees.
The person imdiately ceased to breathe.
Zhang Beixing took out a handkerchief, wiped his hands, and threw it away, "I'm foolish too. I almost forgot this guy is a Neon. He doesn't understand the Great Xia language at all."
"It's like chickens talking to ducks, really."
Zhang Beixing looked around and saw that there was no one alive in the room now.
Well, great, I've cleared out the enemy's lair, so now no one will chase after my team mbers, right?
How wonderful, I'm really smart.
Zhang Beixing didn't care that this was just one base of the Lower Mouth Organization.
He wasn't here to kill everyone. He just wanted to stop this organization from bothering him for the ti being.
After all, he had just taken billions of US dollars from them, and if he turned around and killed them all, that would be a bit shaless.
Just when Zhang Beixing was about to stop.
He suddenly heard a loud roar from upstairs.
?
What the hell?
Quickly, Zhang Beixing figured out from the sound that it was a helicopter!
"Oh, soone wants to run, can you escape?"
Zhang Beixing chuckled and headed upstairs.
After all, it's just a villa, including the rooftop terrace, it's only three stories high.
In three steps, he bounded over. Zhang Beixing looked at the not-so-large private helicopter before him, its rotor spinning wildly, making a huge noise.
The people inside the aircraft were looking at him with terror in their eyes, as if they hadn't expected him to co so quickly.
He fiddled wildly with the buttons on the helicopter's control panel, and against all odds, he actually found the takeoff button, pulled the control lever, and the helicopter took off.
The terror on his face turned into imnse delight at this mont.
Who would've thought, Zhang Beixing had caught up, yet there was still hope for him to survive!
"Trying to run?"
Zhang Beixing's eyelid twitched as he watched the helicopter begin to slowly ascend. Without holding back, he grabbed onto the skid, attempting to forcibly wrench the helicopter down.
Even with Zhang Beixing's unparalleled divine power in the Extraordinary Realm.
The imnse strength, at this mont, was like a rootless duckweed, having little effect on the helicopter. Instead, the massive lift of the helicopter tugged him in the opposite direction.
Quicker than words can describe, Zhang Beixing instantly reacted.
With one hand grabbing the helicopter's skid and the other holding onto the villa's external wall, he used the building's power to counter the chanical power the helicopter was exerting at that mont.
If a normal person tried sothing like this, they'd probably be torn apart instantly, their limbs ripped asunder.
But who was this? This was Zhang Beixing.
At this mont, a scene like a famous painting was created.
Zhang Beixing hung in the air, one hand gripping the helicopter, the other clutching the villa's outer wall, and all three parties were in a frozen state.
Zhang Beixing felt a slight pain and opened his mouth, snarling and shouting.
"Yu Yao!"
Yu Yao had been hiding behind a rock, waiting to ambush the approaching Lower Mouth Organization mbers. Hearing the call, she abruptly turned her head and imdiately saw the scene.
A classic exclamation burst from her lips at that mont.
"Holy crap!"
Yu Yao was a very smart woman. She instantly understood why Zhang Beixing, even in such a situation, called out to her.
Not caring whether she would be discovered, she put the cara back on her shoulder and started filming that montous scene that looked like a world-famous painting.
Zhang Beixing's shout not only woke Yu Yao up to film but also drew the attention of the Gatlings and anti-aircraft guns, which had been turned off when Zhang Beixing entered the villa.
After hearing Zhang Beixing's voice, the Gatling quickly responded, spitting out blue fire, and bullets started raining down imdiately.
The anti-aircraft gun was adjusting its firing angle and would soon be ready.
During this, Zhang Beixing wasn't panicking, exerting force bit by bit, trying to throw the helicopter down to prevent that bastard from escaping.
Zhang Beixing wasn't panicking, but Feng Ye was!
The Gatling isn't just any machine gun; its accuracy isn't as high as a sniper rifle.
In those few seconds, the helicopter had already been hit by more than a dozen bullets!
Among them, one or two bullets almost hit Feng Ye, scaring him so much that cold sweat broke out on his back.
"These bastards! Don't they have any aim when shooting?"
He cursed angrily, but his hands didn't stop, pushing the control lever to its maximum extent.
Because it was being forcibly grabbed all along.
Feng Ye saw the helicopter's fuselage beginning to emit black smoke at that mont.
The engine's power at this ti had reached its maximum limit.
At this mont, after nearly half a minute of adjustnt, the anti-aircraft gun finally locked onto the target, couldn't correct its aim anymore, and fired two formidable shots at Zhang Beixing, making a terrifying noise.
Only then did Zhang Beixing begrudgingly let go.
Previously preparing himself, he held on and endured a shell blast, barely withstanding it.
But because of the close distance, it didn't feel good for him either!
The spot where the shell hit still faintly hurt.
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