Under the impact and ripples of the explosion, the pointers of various instruments rotated rapidly and immediately malfunctioned.

However, this veteran pilot of the Flying Army reacted quickly, was very experienced, and had rich combat experience. Although he was frightened, he reacted quickly.

Quickly close the malfunctioning instrument panel with both hands, quickly pull the joystick, and stabilize the helicopter.

His eyes were burning. Even though the sweat from his forehead entered his eyes and the pain was terrible, he did not dare to relax at all. When the helicopter was rushed to the edge by the impact wave, it had already fallen dozens of meters.

"Hold on, hold on, don't, don't!"

"Can't die, can't die!"

"Must hold still!"

Accelerate suddenly.

The originally malfunctioning propeller finally spun again and slowly stabilized.

Everyone on the helicopter held on to where they could stabilize themselves, covered in cold sweat, and no one made a sound, watching this scene nervously.

If the helicopter crashed, they would not survive.

If you fall from such a height, even an A-level genetic warrior will be reduced to a puddle of flesh. What's more, if you fall from such a height, you don't know where you will fall, and it will be difficult for you not to die.

Look at the helicopter like a drunken man, slowly steadying itself, and then slowly taking off again.

The shock wave still slapped against the helicopter door.

Bang bang!

It's like an invisible hand slapping on the outside of the plane, one after another, like it's slapping on everyone's heart.
Chapter completed!