Bang!
The bullet shot out of the gun, striking Leng Zimo's body directly.
"Zimo?!"
Jiao Yang shouted urgently.
"Go quickly!" Leng Zimo turned around and pushed him off the airplane.
Bang!
Luo Ke fired a second shot, hitting Leng Zimo's back. Leng Zimo staggered and fell off the airplane.
"Leng Zimo?!"
Jiao Yang rushed over, catching hold of him.
"Sir!"
Several subordinates had also hurried to the plane.
Seeing the situation turning bad, Luo Ke quickly dashed over, jumped into the cockpit, and lifted the airplane.
Several underlings fired rapidly, bullets clanging against the airplane's body, and two hit the windshield, only leaving a white streak.
This airplane was fully modified, and ordinary bullets couldn't pierce it.
Separated by the glass, Luo Ke looked at the shrinking figures on the ground, grinning with immense satisfaction.
"Leng Zimo, we'll meet again!"
In the air, he turned the airplane, swiftly heading toward the valley ahead on the diagonal.
