The wind is sharp, like a blade slicing against the body; the rain is cold, piercing the bone with a chill.
During the fall, Mo Shangjun heard the call of a hawk, long and profound.
Many figures appeared in the field of vision.
After a rapid descent, the parachute opened, slowing the speed of landing.
Countless operations and drills made all the movements instinctive; Mo Shangjun deftly manipulated the parachute to land in the pre-planned area.
Came to rest steadily on a relatively open ground.
Mo Shangjun quickly started confirming the landing conditions of each team member.
Even though it was just a short time in the helicopter, all names were memorized by heart, responding one after another; did not ease Mo Shangjun's vigilance until the last name was called and received a response, then her brows gradually relaxed.
Yu Yitong, Ding Jing, and Yan Gui gathered towards Mo Shangjun spontaneously after landing.
However, no one interfered with Mo Shangjun's operation.
