Six hours later, over the Northwest, three thousand meters in the sky.
The helicopter was flying high, having departed from Beijing. Mid-journey, Wolf King opened the helicopter's transceiver to request communication, asking for refueling. The refueling location was quickly designated. The airport, following orders from the relevant authorities, cooperated eagerly. After refueling, Wolf King, of course, did not linger and charged ahead at full speed.
Luo Zheng looked down at the towering mountain peaks, the peaks were covered with year-round snow that never melted, and both the slopes and the ground were covered in vast whiteness—obviously, it had snowed not long ago. The Northwest was at its coldest during the Spring Festival period, tens of degrees below zero was nothing unusual. In about half an hour, they would be leaving the country, and by then, his life would probably come to an end.