Jiangdong District, Jinhai Road.
The skyscrapers towering hundreds of meters pierce the night sky.
On the giant LED screen, an international model holds a new fragrance, smiling charmingly at the passersby.
The dazzling lights of neon signs and billboards flash and intertwine, painting the city in a myriad of colors.
And above this shimmering scene, a black armed helicopter trails thick smoke, cutting through the bustling, noisy night.
It looks like a vulture whose head has been blasted apart by a shotgun, its nose severely dented, tail rotor in a deadlock.
The massive fuselage has lost control, violently trembling in the air, plummeting towards the ground with a chaotic flight path.
Inside the cabin, red alert lights flash urgently, illuminating the narrow space like purgatory.
The special forces members are tossed around by the enormous centrifugal force.
Some are even thrown from their seats, colliding with the cabin walls, screams echoing relentlessly.
