It turned out Fang Li's helicopter piloting skills were truly as basic as they could get.
Although he roughly knew how to make a helicopter fly, it was like a drunk driving a car—bumping and jolting all the way, with no telling how many problems arising along the way.
"Didn't you say you were an elite at that school called Armed Detective High School?"
Sylvia's exasperated reproach made Fang Li let out an awkward laugh.
"I am an elite. I doubt anyone would say an S-Rank Armed Detective isn't elite. It's just that everyone has their own specialty."
Fang Li had never been a Vehicle Department student to begin with, but a student of the Assault Department.
Even though his work and missions had required it, and he had taken Vehicle Department electives to learn how to drive and obtain a license, there was no way an elective student could become truly proficient at flying helicopters.
Otherwise, if armed detectives from other specialties all possessed such versatile skills, Armed Detective High School would have no need to divide its students into departments.
At Armed Detective High School, Vehicle Department armed detectives usually served as dedicated drivers in situations like this. Fang Li had often worked with Vehicle Department elites in the past, while occasions when he drove himself had been rather rare.
So, managing to fly an entirely unfamiliar helicopter all the way to Russia was already quite impressive.
"Honestly, this is the first time I've found you so unreliable."
Sylvia rarely gave Fang Li a hard time, leaving him rubbing his nose without a word to say.
Then, Fang Li began looking around and surveying the surroundings.
All he could see was endless snow.
The blizzard had grown so fierce that it swallowed his entire field of vision. Even