Xia ruofei couldn't help but blush. He had gone in the wrong direction!
After the door opened, Xia ruofei could see the situation in the cockpit clearly.
On the left seat, there was an old pilot with white hair leaning against the seat. His head was hanging down, and there was a trace of blood at the corner of his mouth. He had long been dead.
The pilot on the right should be Wilkins. He clearly did not expect the cockpit door to be broken open from the outside. He turned around to look with a dumbfounded expression.
However, Wilkinson quickly regained his composure. He did not panic but picked up a crossbow beside him. Xia ruofei had come into contact with this type of crossbow before when he was serving in the Special Forces. This type of crossbow fired steel balls. The strongest ones could even penetrate steel plates at close range.