The helicopter, trailing black smoke like a giant, downed bird, tilted and crashed into an open sandy area!
Boom—!
Screech—!!
The violent impact instantly deformed the entire fuselage!
Dust mixed with thick smoke rose into the sky, obscuring vision.
The cockpit bore the brunt, the dashboard exploded, and glass shattered!
The pilot let out a short, muffled groan as his body was violently thrown against the control panel by the immense inertia, blood instantly staining the dashboard.
Tarak tried to protect his vital organs before the crash, but the tremendous impact still slammed into his body.
The seatbelt bit into his muscles, then snapped with a teeth-grinding tearing sound.
His strong body was violently flung forward, hitting a metal frame with a dull thud.
Then he slumped in his seat, losing consciousness.
Only Chloe, perhaps due to her position or perhaps due to luck, was merely shaken and disoriented by the seatbelt's cushioning, miraculously unharmed, just a bit dusty.
She coughed violently, struggling to unfasten her seatbelt.
"Tarak! Wake up!" Chloe ignored her messy hair and torn clothes, struggling to push Tarak in the cockpit.
He was too heavy!
She gritted her teeth, using all her strength, and barely managed to drag a part of the unconscious Tarak out of the deformed cockpit.
Just then, the pilot, who had struggled out of the wreckage, staggered over to help, and together, they finally managed to drag the heavy Tarak out of the smoking, potentially explosive helicopter wreckage, collapsing onto the scorching sand.
Chloe gasped for breath, sweat mixed with sand trickling down her forehead.
She didn't bother checking Tarak and the pilot's injuries, immediately looking around for Serie.
"Goluthos!" she cried out, instinctively about to rush to the other side of the wreckage to search.
However—
Her movements, her shouts, came to an abrupt halt.
Several dark gun muzzles had already locked onto her!
At some unknown point, a encirclement had already formed.
Several Soldiers in crisp, Dead grass color uniforms appeared like ghosts, their cold gazes shooting out from beneath their helmet shadows, their gun muzzles pointed not only at Chloe but also at the slumped pilot and the unconscious Tarak.
The pilot's face turned pale, and he immediately knew to kneel down and cover his head.
Chloe's heart sank to the bottom, and she could only slowly raise her hands, abandoning her futile search.
In a flash, over a dozen Soldiers had surrounded the three of them and the wreckage, making escape impossible.
"Oh, look who it is?" a mocking voice rang out.
The officer in the lead, wearing a dark green uniform, strolled forward, the pattern of a strange flower glinting coldly on his armband.
His eyes were like cold blades, and he was chewing imported mint gum to refresh himself.
The officer deliberately tilted his head, sizing up Chloe: "Isn't this our distinguished Black Queen? Ah, my apologies, my memory isn't good, you called yourself the Black Queen, didn't you? Doesn't matter," he grinned, revealing his stark white teeth.
"Anyway, you're about to be the Black Prisoner."
The surrounding Soldiers erupted in a crude burst of laughter, full of mockery.
Chloe frowned tightly; she didn't understand how her whereabouts had been exposed.
The other party clearly had a premeditated plan, precisely setting up an ambush here!
"Take them away." The officer, finding Chloe's angry glare uninteresting, waved his hand in command.
Just then—
"Ugh!" Tarak let out a pained groan, suddenly opening his eyes.
His blurred vision focused, and the first thing that came into view was a Soldier at arm's length.
Tarak's dazed mind, from the fall, hadn't fully grasped the situation, and in fright, he instinctively threw a punch.
"Bang!" A muffled thud.
Time seemed to stand still.
Chloe and the pilot were dumbfounded.
The Soldier who was hit was even more completely stunned, covering his profusely bleeding nose, staring incredulously at this reckless man.
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