The helicopter emitted strange noises before finally coming to a complete stop.
"My perfectly fine clothes have been ruined again." Lin Fan looked at the holes in his clothes, his frustration reaching a boiling point.
During peaceful times, he lived frugally, only buying clothes from street stalls or for bargain deals; he didn't have many to begin with, and now another one was ruined.
"You shot at me intending to kill me, didn't you?" Lin Fan stared directly at the mysterious figure in black.
"N-no, I wasn't... it wasn't me."
The mysterious figure in black was already intimidated by Lin Fan's presence.
Lin Fan noticed the survivors with collars around their necks, their hands and feet bound. Without even asking, he understood their plight, then glanced towards the tightly shut base doors, realizing much more.
Innocent survivors were deceived and handed over to a mysterious organization led by Qin Ling for various brutal experiments.
