At the same time, the out-of-control helicopter completely lost its last lift and began to accelerate downward.
"Warning! Warning! Altitude too low! Pull up immediately!"
The onboard computer's cold synthetic electronic voice, the piercing stall warning, and the hissing sound of hydraulic pipe bursts mixed together.
The massive centrifugal force flung everything inside the cabin toward the surroundings.
The remaining three soldiers, various instrument fragments, shell casings, and the broken corpse of the Masked Guest flew chaotically inside the cabin.
Only Fang Cheng's feet seemed rooted to the cabin floor, holding Captain Hu's corpse in one hand, his body unmoving like a mountain.
Even in such a dire spinning situation, his breathing remained terrifyingly steady.
Through the shattered cockpit glass, the world outside appeared upside down.
The glass curtain wall of the Silver Wing Building swiftly swept by, clearly reflecting the smoking fuselage.
