Chapter 822

A rumbling sound started, and the rest of the crumbling wall rained down from above ceaselessly, hitting the ground hard.

Dodging, Ashlyn went from room to room.

She was like an Amazon in the midst of a blazing fire, advancing relentlessly.

When they had finally reached the floor above, much to their dismay, they discovered that several employees had suffocated to death from the thick smoke.

Meanwhile, Luigi and the others were carrying the bodies of those employees out.

“There's no saving them, Boss.”

“I understand.” A trace of sorrow marred Ashlyn's face as a wave of grief swelled within her. They... They were all brothers and sisters to me.

A while later, she composed herself and instructed, “Make their funerals a grand one and compensate their families.”

Right then, Lucas was piloting a plane, circling non-stop in the sky.

When an aircraft maintained a low altitude for a long time, the airflow at the leading edges would be obstructed as the relative airflow streamed past the wings, causing a decrease in velocity and an increase in pressure. At the same time, the airflow at the trailing edges would be disconnected, forming vortices and reducing the pressure. Following that, the pressure difference between the front and rear of the wings created resistance.

it brought about

match the sum of resistance generated on the whole. Instead, it tended to be less than the resistance generated when the

he had been maintaining a low-altitude flight there for several hours. Even the horizon had started

everyone's combined efforts, the inferno

bloodshot after having used his eyes for such a long time, coupled with the lack

fire chief, he handed the plane back to the captain at long last, shifting back to the co-pilot seat. He let

do

I want

his eyes, a hint of weariness apparent

floor to floor, searching for survivors who might have slipped through the

a heartbreaking sight that struck beholders with

sudden, a burst of gunfire

of that, a

streamed through the broken windows. Rubble littered the room, and the

figure stood in the middle of

a gun in his hand. His eyes were calm and icy, and a mask concealed his

“Ashlyn.”

the man's voice was exceedingly soft, sounding

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