The special forces of the Xueyu unit broke out in a cold sweat.
If something happened to Ye Jian here, they wouldn't care about the consequences. They would never forgive themselves.
Qin Xiu looked at the upright compartment, his heart beating wildly. He couldn't help but gently close his eyes and raise his hand to cover his chest. When he opened them again, he looked down at his feet. The two ropes that he could see had been dragged by the truck and were directly sinking into the snow.
It was not safe here. He needed to go down.
The soldiers below raised their heads and shouted at Qin Xiu, who was standing high up, "Reporter Qin, come down quickly! It's not safe there anymore! Come down quickly!"
