Human beings are simply too fragile to be mentioned in front of it. The helicopter is like the scythe of death, harvesting today's food with a smile.

With a bang, the gas bottle in the corner of the house exploded, and the huge air flow made the two people hiding under the sofa feel suffocated.

After a long time, listening to the sound of the helicopter flying away, Nighthawk kicked the sofa away, and there was already a sea of ​​fire all around.

The powerful force of the bullets has destroyed half of the house.

Nighthawk looked at Lao Zhou who had been stunned by the thick smoke, picked him up with his backhand, and strode out of the sea of ​​​​fire.

He ran forward into the woods and slowly lowered Lao Zhou with his back against the tree.

He took out the kettle he had with him, poured it on Lao Zhou's head, and massaged his heart for a while.

Suddenly, Lao Zhou coughed a few times and slowly opened his eyes.

Nighthawk felt relieved and suddenly sat down opposite him.

Lao Zhou took two deep breaths to regain some energy, and two tears slowly slid down his broken frame.

He took off his glasses and hit the tree behind him hard several times.

Nighthawk saw a long scar running from his left eye to his cheek. Although it looked like a scar from many years ago, the muscles were turned out and looked hideous.

No wonder he always wears glasses.

Nighthawk stood up and helped Lao Zhou stand up with difficulty.

Looking at the sea of ​​​​fire in front of me, I thought to myself, no matter who committed such a crime, I will make him pay the price even if he is in the end of the world.
Chapter completed!