The overwhelming pressure from the armed helicopter made Luo Zheng extremely tense, the sensation of impending death made breathing somewhat difficult, his muscles were taut, and his body felt like it was no longer his own. Cold sweat trickled down his back, a feeling he had never experienced before.
"Bastard." Luo Zheng spat out a breath of foul air in anger, feeling a bit relieved. He had countless combat experiences, many times narrowly escaping death; he was not afraid of death, so how could he fear a helicopter? Worst case scenario, just take it down. Thinking of this, Luo Zheng was filled with heroic spirit, his mind relaxed, and endless confidence and courage surged like a tide, his grip on the gun tightened slightly.
