Bab 502: Crimson Inferno

Colors instantly drained from He Juan's face, and a gnawing unease coiled in the pit of his stomach, making him feel sick all of a sudden.

No, something was wrong. Something had gone terribly wrong.

The pilot was desperately trying to contact the other side. "Team 1 to Team 2, what's happening over there? Damn it, they're not responding! The communication channel is down!"

He Juan's gaze pierced through the inky darkness and the howling wind to land on the tumultuous helicopter. Even though the distance obscured any details, he felt as though he could make out a few silhouettes tussling inside. As though confirming his fear, a sudden burst of fiery light erupted from the cabin, and He Juan instantly knew.

Someone was firing a gun.

Who could it be? Marius? 

But the chopper was full of no one but their own people – he had even confirmed it himself before he boarded it earlier – so how could chaos break out all of a sudden?!