Chapter 63 Ye Gou, help me!
Life is often cruel.
Sometimes, an inadvertent turn determines everything that follows.
But we were at the turning point at that time and didn’t know that it would be a dramatic change in our lives.
Later, whenever Marshall recalled that warm afternoon with blue sky and the massacre that was thought to be foolproof but turned out to be unexpected, he would sigh at the cruel fate.
The time is not favorable! The horse will not go away!
What can I do if my horse won’t run away?
Trench coat! Trench coat!
What can I do?
Damn it! I shouldn't have worn that smoky grey trench coat!
No matter what short hem he wears, he won’t get caught on the plane!
"ah----"
At the last moment before hitting the building, the helicopter successfully turned and passed by the wall.
This is the turn...
The Marshall hanging on the landing gear was wiped off in this spark-spewing collision.
He fell off the plane and landed in the rubble below as the wall of the building fell away.
Fortunately, the helicopter was not flying high, and there were large, crooked parasols and a few dirty blankets in the ruins, which seemed to have been blown from somewhere during the storm.
He fell on it but survived.
But unfortunately, he broke his leg.
One of my legs lost feeling in an instant, and the other was broken, causing excruciating pain.
The broken bones stuck out of the flesh, bloody and scary.
"ah--"
Marshall howled.
Such screams were not actually very prominent in the ruins of the city after the disaster.
There are many people screaming, who do you think you are?
Many times, those half-survivors who were crushed under the bricks and stones would stop breathing while screaming, and disappear from the world like dust.
Marshall is different from ordinary people. He has subordinates and a communicator.
When he fainted with a scream and woke up again, the pain in his wound was numb, and he finally had some strength to reach into the inner pocket of his clothes and took out the communicator.
"He! You're always against me! I won't mistake your helicopter, that disgusting, unaesthetic turquoise color! And you dare to say it's a wild mutant? Why did a wild one come out of your plane? You killed my mutant beast and almost killed me. I'm going to tell the leader everything. The leader hates fighting among his own people. You! Prepare to be punished!"
After roaring, he hung up the phone without giving the other party a chance to refute.
Then he called his other men and asked them to come to the rescue.
"...Where am I? I'm on Hongqi Road! There's an intersection not far away, come here quickly!"
"Which intersection? The one on Hongqi Road? You don't know which one it is? Can't you just look for it one intersection at a time?"
"Hurry up! Idiot! Bring a stretcher, I'm hurt!"
——My subordinates must be the dumbest people in the world.
Marshall's face turned pale and he put away the communicator.
suburbs.
A secret underground building.
A slim woman in a black suit, with her black hair neatly tied behind her head, a pair of gold-rimmed glasses on her overly calm face, holding documents in her hands, as capable as a female elite in an office building before the end of the world.
The communicator that had just been hung up was placed on the table. She stood upright and reported truthfully without any emotion.
"Marshall from the action team called and said that a wild mutant destroyed the mutant beast in his possession and severely injured him. He will report this to you and request that you punish me."
The surveillance screen covering the entire wall flashed brightly, showing real-time monitoring images of all laboratories and training rooms in small frames.
A figure sat on the large armchair, his back to the woman.
The bright light from the screen made his back just a black silhouette.
But the woman looked at him with awe and reverence.
"He lost his mutant beast, why is he punishing you?"
The figure stared at the screen and asked casually.
The woman answered truthfully, "Because he said the plane flown by the wild mutant came from our side, and mistakenly thought it was sent by me. One of the pursuit teams did encounter a problem today, and the helicopter assigned to that team was lost. This is my fault, and I will do my best to make up for the loss. If you want to punish me, I will accept it willingly."
The figure smiled: "It's a small matter, not important."
"Speaking of which, Xiao He, the Marshall Operations Team's mission has come to an end. It's time to give him a new mission."
"yes."
"This person is a bit rough and savage, so he's not very useful."
"indeed."
"But we're short of manpower right now, so let's just make do with it for now. Xiao He, you're the key here, don't worry about him."
"clear."
The figure was silent for a moment, then slowly said, "There will be more and more wild mutants. Nature's spread of toxins far exceeds the speed at which we actively spread them. Xiao He, hurry up with your research. Time is running out."
"yes!"
On the screen, a surveillance picture was shown. In the drug stimulation room, the heads of two test subjects who had just been injected with the latest drug suddenly exploded, and the laboratory table was stained with blood.
The figure sighed.
I opened a black-covered scripture with gold edges and it happened to be this page.
"The axe is at the root of the tree."
“Every tree that does not bear good fruit is cut down.”
"Throw it into the fire..."
With a compassionate tone, he murmured the scriptures.
In the picture, the failed test subject was quickly dragged away by employees wearing protective clothing, and the laboratory table started automatic cleaning.
Whoosh, disinfectant sprayed down.
The smooth countertop was spotless, without a trace of blood.
Another test subject was put on the table.
…
"Left pedal turns left, right pedal turns right..."
"That's right!"
In the helicopter, Qiao Lan was a little excited.
Ye Gou can actually fly a helicopter!
Now she is being coached via a headset call.
The communication equipment in the arsenal does not rely on signals like mobile phones. Even if civilian communications are damaged, this thing can still be used.
When Qiao Lan was in a panic in the helicopter, Ye Qi suddenly spoke to her through the communication headset, which scared her.
Then she said she was flying, and it was Ye Qi's turn to be startled.
He quickly started providing remote guidance.
"The joystick on the left side of the seat controls takeoff and landing..."
"The lever in front of the seat controls the tilt angle of the aircraft..."
Qiao Lan learned on the spot, repeating Ye Qi's instructions while practicing them.
After more than ten minutes, she circled almost half of the city and finally got the hang of it. At least the plane stopped tumbling.
"Uncle police, here I come!"
She steered the plane closer to the Tsui Wah Hotel.
The rooftop was engulfed in flames.
The negative mutants were eliminated, but the survivors were forced into a corner by the fire and were in a very critical situation.
Qiao Lan hovered the plane above, lowered the ladder rope, and let Ye Qi lead the others on board.
Only less than ten people could be rescued in one batch due to limited cabin space.
People were transported in batches, and Ye Qi was the last one to board the plane.
His body was so weak from severe injuries that he couldn't have climbed up without the help of his teammates.
"Can it be opened?"
Qiao Lan wanted to give the driving seat to him.
Isn't it safer for experienced drivers to drive on the road than for novices?
She had been transporting people for half a day, and encountered many dangers. She almost died with the survivors several times.
Those who didn't know would think she was here to commit mass suicide.
"no."
Ye Qi only sat in the passenger seat.
In his current state, he was lucky not to fall out of his seat. He was completely tied up by the seat belt, so how could he drive a plane?
"You drive and I'll guide," he said.
"OK!"
Qiao Lan wiped the cold sweat from his palms.
Once again, muster up your courage.
Airplane baby, please continue to be a good boy!
"Slow down, don't rush, you can do it."
Seeing Qiao Lan's nervousness, the weak Ye Qi forced himself to cheer up and encouraged her patiently.
Even expand the chat topics to ease Qiao Lan's tense nerves.
"This model is great. The seat angle is adjustable. It's much more comfortable than the old model I used to learn to fly."
"Relax, don't be nervous. You can adjust the seat to a comfortable angle, and you will feel much better."
"Yes, that's the adjustment lever. Pull it..."
Ye Qi hadn't finished speaking.
Bang!
The driver's seat backrest folds straight back flat.
"The angle is too big!"
Ye Qi was very upset.
I asked you to adjust the seat to be more comfortable, not to lie down directly!
Qiao Lan lay down comfortably.
The plane lost control and plummeted.
"Help! Ye Gou, help!"
She screamed.
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