The Mi-17 helicopter took off again.
This time, however, it carried Song Heping, Jiang Feng, and several others, along with a squad-sized unit of South American mercenaries.
The captain of this squad was Cassia.
He was the new commander, succeeding Gabri.
The atmosphere inside the aircraft was extremely oppressive.
Having just lost so many of their brothers during the previous brutal slaughter, these South American mercenaries hadn't yet shaken off the adrenaline their bodies were producing.
No one wanted to talk; everyone was silently waiting for the next wave of bloodshed.
Jiang Feng glanced at Song Heping, who was sitting next to him. Song was leaning back in his seat, eyes closed, trying to rest.
Jiang Feng had many questions he wanted to ask.
But he hesitated, afraid of disturbing him.
This made him uncomfortable, causing him to shift his position restlessly.
