The next afternoon, the sun was resplendent.
A booming sound once again echoed through the skies above Sanchahe Village.
A silvery-grey helicopter appeared on the horizon, arriving with an imposing roar. It landed directly on the flat ground in front of Zhang Bin's house, kicking up a massive cloud of dust.
Fully armed, Qian Bing and Sun Tie jumped out in near unison. They were extremely agile, moving like two fierce leopards.
The villagers of Sanchahe were so astonished their eyes nearly popped out of their heads.
Zhang Bin's friends are incredible! They don't drive cars; they fly helicopters. They came last night and now they're back again today. Don't helicopters need fuel?
Zhang Bin came out to greet them, equally surprised and completely unaware of why they had flown in again today.
