The body rolled on the ground, and Liao Jinhua felt the air burning his lungs as he inhaled.
He couldn't believe it—all was fine when he arrived, so why couldn't they go back now?
Since when did aircraft carriers become so fragile, so easily destroyed?
The people around him were either unconscious or truly dead; no one could spare a thought for him now.
Liao Jinhua took a deep breath and struggled to climb up from the cabin, feeling that one of his legs was already useless.
But he was a Level 2 Mutant; he wouldn't be easily defeated. Dragging a blasted leg, he stumbled and dashed out of the cabin onto the deck.
As soon as he exited, a pungent odor and thick black smoke made him cough involuntarily.
On the deck, destroyed carrier-based aircraft were scattered chaotically. Clearly, the pilots were in their cockpits, ready for battle at any moment, but now not a single plane could take off.
