"Then switch guns." Jiang Tianqing immediately handed over another sniper rifle with slightly less power and said to Chen Shaoye, "The helicopter is still useful. Blast the pilot—give them five consecutive shots."
"If the pilot dies, can the helicopter still fly? When it falls, it'll still smash into pieces!" Lei She snapped from beside them.
"Then blast it directly. Make the helicopter crash where there are more zombies, and take out some high-level zombies while we're at it." Liu Yuding, fighting on the front lines, suddenly spoke up.
He Feng had heard everything, and the dark lines on his forehead kept multiplying. It had to be said that the Wolf Fang Regiment, especially its key members, had all been thoroughly led astray by Chu Han.
When faced with a helicopter from a base they were at odds with, what were these people thinking?
Their first thought was actually to rob it!
If they couldn't steal it, they would destroy it—and take out some zombies in the process?
What kind of bandits were these?!
Just as several Wolf Fang Regiment higher-ups fought while discussing such a deranged topic, the leading helicopter suddenly dove, and then something pitch-black was thrown out of its cabin.
Xu Feng was still the fastest. Holding the Golden Spear, he spun and took out dozens of zombies in front of him, then kicked off the ground and leaped up.
With a sharp smack, he caught the black object steadily!
"Throw it away! Is it a grenade?" Chen Shaoye immediately shouted. At the same time, the massive Doom Sniper Rifle aimed aggressively at the helicopter that had dropped the object and was fleeing. "Why are you running? You almost crashed into the cliff."
"No." Xu Feng's voice was unusually strange. He looked at He Feng in the distance,