The transport helicopter instantly lost its balance.
The experienced pilot tried his best to regain control, but he could only delay the inevitable.
After spinning for a while, the transport plane crashed to the ground.
The propeller cut through many zombies and broke into a few pieces after hitting the ground.
As the pilot had controlled the speed of the fall, the crash was not very serious.
More than thirty fully armed combatants helped each other out of the plane.
"F*ck, what did he do just now? He brought down the helicopter!"
Butler's arm was dislocated, and he gritted his teeth and put it back.
Numerous zombies were wandering around, but these ordinary zombies were so weak that they could not even walk steadily. They did not pose a threat to Butler and the others.
"All party members, the target is in the 11 o'clock direction. Advance with caution!"
Butler quickly found his bearings.