"Hmph, overestimating yourself."
The Wind Serpent glanced at the airborne Song Liangyu, snorting coldly.
Swish!
The next moment, the figure of the Wind Serpent flashed, already arriving in front of the armed helicopter. It pried apart the cabin and moved the two unconscious soldiers aside, spotting the password box between them.
"Tsk tsk, finally found it."
The Wind Serpent's mouth curled into a smile.
"Damn, this box actually fell into the hands of the United States."
Old Qi and Old Zhou went pale at the sight.
At this time, although Song Liangyu had crashed heavily to the ground, his training in the Iron Cloth Shirt, which primarily focuses on strengthening the physique, meant he was not seriously injured, just a trace of blood at the corner of his mouth.
"I'm fine, Old Gao, we absolutely cannot let him get that password box. It concerns the enhancement of our country's overall air force strength."
Song Liangyu pushed away Gao Hong's support with urgency in his voice.
