The helicopter took off.
As if nothing could stop it, as long as Qing Chen was alive, it would fly upward through any storm without hesitation.
At this moment, Sorel suddenly saw four transport aircraft coming from afar.
The formidable transport helicopters were each carrying a container, and the iron walls of the containers were full of uneven dents, as if some monster inside had been pounding them for an unknown amount of time.
Even from a distance, Sorel could hear the thumping sounds from inside, but he had no idea what the containers held.
In the next moment, the four transport aircraft descended in altitude.
Before the containers touched the ground, someone climbed down the ropes mid-air, then stood on the container using a metal hook to open the latches one by one.
Sorel widened his mouth as he saw the container doors slowly opening, and inside it was still pitch-black darkness.
