"Gu gu!"
A chorus of insect sounds suddenly erupted from the roadside bushes, shattering the calm under the veil of night.
This small town, located near the Falcon Second Base, was now utterly unrecognizable.
All around, the entire town had turned into ruins.
The wreckage of a helicopter was lopsidedly embedded in the ruins of a building, still faintly smoking.
From the cockpit, a hand dangled lifelessly, the skin covered in dust and blood plasma.
Crack!
Suddenly, a light sound was heard, and the hand immediately moved slightly.
The cold wind blew, kicking up a cloud of dust, making the eerie scene under the moonlight even more obscure…
After the hand swayed twice, it suddenly flung upward—
The entire helicopter was violently flipped over, and in the midst of the thunderous noise, a shaky human figure slowly rose from the scattering dust and fragments.
