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

wings, fuselage, tail, and the like from the airflow in isolation, didn't match the sum of resistance generated

a low-altitude flight there for several hours. Even the horizon had started brightening by

everyone's combined efforts, the inferno gradually died

a long time, coupled with the lack of

the fire chief, he handed the plane back to the captain at long last, shifting

do we do

the ground. I want to return to my

his eyes, a hint of weariness apparent in his

to floor, searching for survivors who might

heartbreaking sight that struck beholders with a

a sudden, a burst of gunfire split

heels of that,

first rays of dawn streamed through the broken windows. Rubble littered the room, and the light bulbs overhead had all been burned to a crisp. The entire

figure stood in the middle of the

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

“Ashlyn.”

man's voice was exceedingly soft, sounding

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