The helicopter had gone from out of control to being pulled back in only a few short seconds.
Yet the people aboard felt as if they had lived through an entire century. Seeing Kratos, their only pilot, get shot, many of them thought they were doomed this time. But aside from desperately searching for something to brace themselves against, there was nothing they could do. They could only watch helplessly as the helicopter descended.
Unexpectedly, Simon stepped in again at the critical moment. She took control of the helicopter and stabilized it, while Zhang Heng switched places with the injured Kratos and took the pilot's seat.
But below them, the old woman named Sok cursed as she loaded the Hunting Rifle again.
This time, she aimed at Zhang Heng. Sok was clearly not as deranged as she appeared. She knew very well that if she took out the pilot, no one aboard the helicopter would escape.
However, this time she had met her match. Though both could fly a helicopter, Kratos and Zhang Heng were on entirely different levels. Kratos had learned helicopter piloting in an earlier instance, but limited by game time, she had only learned the basics. After half a month, she could take off, land, and fly from point A to point B—enough for everyday use, but nothing more.
Zhang Heng, on the other hand, had spent half a year training at NASA's Flight Propulsion Laboratory under ace pilot Armstrong. Not to mention, Zhang Heng's shooting skill was also at Level 3. Just by looking at Kratos's injury, he could roughly gauge Sok's shooting ability. She was probably at the peak of Level 2. So long as he could land smoothly, Zhang Heng was confident he could take out Loki's second incarnation.
Thus, after taking over the