Hearing his voice, everyone was taken aback.
"Sir!"
A few subordinates spoke out anxiously, worried.
"Leng Zimo?!"
Mo Bei, who rushed over, looked at Leng Zimo walking out and was equally shocked.
Inside the helicopter, Luo Ke and Jiao Yang both turned their faces.
Through the helicopter glass, both of them saw Leng Zimo.
Staring at the man holding up his hands, hooked with a gun, coming out from behind the bushes, Jiao Yang just frowned tightly.
"Leng Zimo, are you crazy?!"
"You should know his identity. If you kill him, the United Kingdom won’t spare you. You’re a smart man and wouldn’t bring trouble upon yourself!" Leng Zimo stood straight on the grass. "You should know, I’m a more suitable hostage for you than Jiao Yang. As long as I’m in your hands, Xiao Qian will definitely obey you."
Luo Ke sneered, "Alright, drop the gun in your hand and come over."
Leng Zimo threw away the gun and continued walking towards the helicopter.
Watching him approach, Luo Ke extended his hand and drew another gun from his pocket.
On the other side of the helicopter, Cheang Xiao carefully crawled over the grass to the side of the helicopter.
The sound of the rotor blades masked his footsteps, and with Leng Zimo successfully drawing Luo Ke’s attention, Luo Ke didn’t notice Cheang Xiao coming up from behind.
Leng Zimo stepped closer to the helicopter, and Luo Ke suddenly raised his left hand, about to pull the trigger.
"Get down!"
Jiao Yang shouted, rose recklessly, and grabbed Luo Ke’s left hand.
Bam!
The bullet discharged, pierced through the glass, and shot out of the helicopter.
The bullet missed Leng Zimo and veered off in an unknown direction.


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