Is that so?
He stood there, stunned.
Was that a warning!?
Standing beside the rooftop helipad, Zhang Tie instinctively looked toward the capital. The rotating blades whipped up a fierce wind that felt somewhat cold in the dead of night.
For some reason, he suddenly felt a little lost.
Lin An patted Zhang Tie on the shoulder but did not say much, merely giving the big, goofy bear some time to process it.
Zhang Tie's reaction was perfectly normal.
As a citizen of Hua Country, he naturally had a special feeling for his country deep in his bones. Even though Zhang Tie often cursed and berated those idiots in the military, once he realized that they might already have died in battle, an overwhelming sense of loneliness immediately welled up inside him.
From now on, perhaps there would never be an official government again.
Even if the higher-ups had been controlled by Mutants, and even if the government had often treated them as enemies, as far as all the Survivors were concerned, the country had still done its utmost to rescue Survivors and maintain the fragile balance.
For some reason, half a minute later, Zhang Tie could not help looking down at Dragon Security beneath his feet.
Fortunately, there was still Dragon Security. At least he still had a "home."
"Let's go."
"Every minute we delay reduces our chances of victory."
Lin An spoke softly.
He sat inside the psionic helicopter and waved for Zhang Tie to get in.
The dungeon they were entering was not particularly far away. They needed to conserve their psionic energy, but more importantly, conceal their movements.
According to Chu An's advice, they had to avoid exposing their flight path as much as possible during this operation. The traces left behind by Third Order Flight