"What?"
"What?"
The walkie-talkie crackled with the stunned voices of Oracle and Joker, who had just been remotely communicating with Zhongtian Beiji, exchanging intelligence.
At this moment, the Apache helicopter slowly ascended, soaring over the mountains, and the onboard machine gun began to rotate.
With no time for detailed explanation, Li Cheng pocketed the walkie-talkie, turned, and sprinted in an S-shaped trajectory towards the depths of the dense forest.
Da-da-da—
Metal bullet chains struck like venomous snakes, causing the branches and trunks to explode into splinters.
Li Cheng leaped over the bushes; Gray Rain automatically switched forms into a thin, yet sturdy metal mat beneath him, allowing the duo to slide down the slope like skiing.
"Black Pharaoh doesn't want us to stay in the Script World, and he wants to kill us; these two things aren't mutually exclusive."
