To Zhao Yu's surprise, the helicopter didn't fly for too long. In less than twenty minutes, the helicopter started to descend gradually, and finally landed on a very high ground.
As it was pitch black, Zhao Yu couldn't see his surroundings clearly. He could only vaguely feel that he seemed to be standing in a place similar to the dam of a reservoir, and the hard cement ground under his feet.
After the propeller stopped spinning, the buzzing in his ears also disappeared.
Just in case, the men with helmets tied Zhao Yu's hands behind his back with a rope.
F * ck ...
In the end, not long after Zhao Yu got off the plane, he understood something important.
That was because he saw another group of people waiting for them next to the plane. In the center of this group of people, there was a person he knew standing.
This person was none other than the chieftain of the Middle East, yousufu!