My Extraordinary Wife

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.

turn, it brought about a

by the various components of the plane, including the wings, fuselage, tail, and the like from the airflow in isolation, didn't match the sum of resistance generated on the whole. Instead, it tended to be less than the resistance generated when the components were taken as

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

to everyone's combined efforts, the inferno gradually died

having used his eyes for such a long time, coupled

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

do

ground. I want to

a hint of weariness apparent in his

Ashlyn was still going from floor to floor, searching for survivors who might have slipped through

a heartbreaking sight that

a sudden, a burst of gunfire split

of that, a rumbling

the light bulbs overhead had all been burned to a crisp. The entire room was beyond

darkness, a figure stood in the middle of

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

“Ashlyn.”

room, the man's voice was