Chapter 1010

"Whew"

the warhead on the RPG flew towards ye Ziheng with the sound of tearing air, and ye Ziheng's face became dignified.

But then, a piece of black scales quickly covered his whole body. In less than half a second, the whole piece of black scales attached to ye Ziheng.

"Boom!"

With a loud bang, the shells hit ye Ziheng heavily, which brought a strong impact. Ye Ziheng was directly hit and flew out, and finally fell to the ground heavily.

But because of the protection of the black scale armor, ye Ziheng was not seriously injured, but his head was shaken a little dizzy.

He slowly stood up and saw that the cult disciple on the helicopter was loading ammunition. He quickly took out a spear and threw it.

"Whoosh, whoosh!"

The spear went straight through the cult disciple, and then fell straight from the plane.

Then, ye Ziheng sprints, gets up and jumps, because he is not far away from the helicopter, so he easily jumps on the plane, and then grabs the pilot in the driver's seat.

"Where are the people!"

Ye Ziheng looked at the driver and asked fiercely.

The pilot's face was frightened, but it was not because of Ye Ziheng's fierce appearance, but because the helicopter was out of control and began to fall.

But ye Ziheng didn't care whether the plane would fall or not. He just punched the cult disciple in the stomach and almost didn't punch the cult disciple in the stomach directly.

"Where are the people!"

Ye Ziheng asked again, but the disciple still didn't say it. At this time, the plane was only a few meters away from the ground.

As soon as he clenched his teeth, Ye Ziheng had to kick the guy fiercely, then jumped up and rushed out from the top of the plane, flying to the top of a building, while the disciple fell down with the plane with a frightened face.

"Boom!"

With a loud noise, the plane just fell into the street below and made a loud noise. Several unlucky cars were hit. Fortunately, there are not many pedestrians. It seems that there are not many pedestrians injured, but they are all scared.

Ye Ziheng stood on the top of the building and looked at the falling plane. His eyes were angry and unwilling.

A few seconds later, he took a deep breath, took out his cell phone and called Qin Feng.

"Hey Ziheng, how are you? Has he Xiaan come back?"

No sooner had the phone been connected than Qin Feng asked anxiously.

"No, they should have found the tracker."

After hearing ye Ziheng's words, Qin Feng was silent for a long time.

"What are you going to do now?"

Qin Feng asked, although he was in a hurry, no matter how anxious he was, he was not there, and it was very difficult for him to come for a while, only to see what ye Ziheng was going to do.

"Is there an undercover in the cult of Wudao alliance?"

Asked ye Ziheng.

"Yes, but most of them are at the bottom. Although there are at the top, the high-level resolution of the Wudao alliance may not sacrifice the hard laid pieces for he Xiaan."

"Enough at the bottom. I just need their base."

Ye Ziheng said lightly.

But Qin Feng listened to this but was stunned for a while, but soon said.

"No, it's too dangerous. There are at least ten thousand people in a base!"