Quick Transmigration: Why did you provoke him? He's love-struck!

Chapter 417 The Predator Trapping Plan (16)

The drone flew over the fire and successfully entered the red-light district.

On the floating screen of the children's watch on Yan Zhen's wrist, there was a live feed transmitted by a drone. In the red-light district, which used to be patrolled by guards, there were now many corpses lying haphazardly in the corridor.

Soon, the drone encountered its first wave of direct combat.

Yan Zhen initially thought the two sides fighting were the guards of the red-light district and the henchmen brought by "Erection Brother," but after seeing the situation clearly, she realized that it was actually infighting among the people brought by "Erection Brother."

A group of people dressed identically and armed with the same weapons used the room as cover and fought each other to the death.

Sparks flew in the corridor, and people fell down from time to time.

Yan Zhen carefully maneuvered the drone over the fighting crowd and soon spotted a man wearing a gas mask at the end of the corridor.

Upon seeing this, she couldn't help but laugh.

The man acted all high and mighty in front of her, but now he was at a disadvantage in the fight—he and more than a dozen of his henchmen were surrounded on three sides in the VIP area on the top floor of the red-light district.

Judging from the number of men and their weaponry, the men were putting up a last-ditch resistance.

Moreover, the fire on the first to third floors of the red-light district continued to burn, and within ten minutes, the fierce flames could engulf the entire building.

Yan Zhen piloted the drone into the VIP reception area, moving closer to where the man was.

The man noticed the drone as soon as it entered the room. He raised his hand and fired, taking down a traitor. At the same time, he glanced up at the drone.

This glance made Yan Zhen feel as if he were looking at him from a distance.

She simply turned on the communication system and used the drone to shout at the man: "Hello, do you need any help?"

The man seemed taken aback. Despite being in a dangerous situation, his tone showed no panic, but rather carried a hint of frivolity: "How can I help?"

Yan Zhen turned the drone around, aimed at the enemy rushing into the VIP reception area, and fired a bullet in front of the man, hitting him right between the eyebrows.

"Good marksmanship," the man said. "But the drone is so small, it can only hold no more than five bullets. There are still more than a hundred people outside. You can't save me."

No sooner had he finished speaking than another earth-shattering explosion came from the direction of the red-light district.

Even from such a distance, Yan Zhen's eardrums were ringing loudly, let alone those in the red-light district. The footage transmitted back by the drone was even interrupted for a few seconds.

Fortunately, the drone was robust enough to quickly restore the signal.

But the VIP reception area, which was brightly lit just twenty seconds ago, now looks completely different.

The lights went out, half of the ceiling collapsed, and most of the henchmen protecting the man were dead. The remaining three or four who were still breathing were either injured and lying on the ground or still fighting desperately, using their last remaining ammunition to hold the entrance to the reception area.

Yan Zhen peeked out from behind the rubble and saw that the explosion had occurred in the southwest of the red-light district—the parking bay where customers parked their spaceships was now engulfed in flames.

Yan Zhen stared intently at the sea of ​​fire, her mind racing. She nudged Shen Rong beside her and quickly gestured for her to bring the aircraft over as soon as possible.

Shen Rong realized what she was about to do and hesitated.

"Go quickly!" Yan Zhen urged in a low voice.

Shen Rong then ran towards where the aircraft was parked.

Yan Zhen adjusted the drone and circled the VIP reception area, which was almost reduced to ruins, and found the man hiding behind the sofa.

He was also injured, one arm was covered in blood, and he was holding a gun in the other hand. He was sitting on the ground with his back against the sofa that he was using as cover, and one leg was bent.

Because he was wearing a gas mask, Yan Zhen couldn't see his expression, but his chest was heaving violently, and even through the drone screen, he could feel how much pain and discomfort he was in.

Yan Zhen directed the drone to fly in front of the man and whispered, "The parking bay has been destroyed, and your spaceship is most likely destroyed as well."

"Really?" The man wasn't surprised.

“Without the spaceship, even if you manage to escape the red-light district, you won’t be able to leave N613,” Yan Zhen said. “Do you want to come with me? I can save you.”

The man, panting heavily, asked, "How can we save you? We're surrounded. Can't you fly and use magic to get me out of here?"

“You know what, I can actually do it,” Yan Zhen said, glancing at the expensive watch on the man’s wrist. “Time me. Hold on for three more minutes. When you hear the sound of the aircraft, rush out. There’s a balcony to your right. I’ll meet you there.”

The man chuckled softly: "Are you serious?"

"Of course!"

"What are you planning?"

"Didn't you say that we're 'life-or-death' friends?"

The man paused for a moment, then said, "No need, my life isn't worth you taking such a risk."

“It’s just something I did, it’s not exactly risky.” Yan Zhen didn’t give him a chance to argue. “You have one minute left, get ready.”

Shen Rong arrived in his aircraft, hovering one meter above the ground. The cockpit canopy opened, and Yan Zhen quickly jumped into the back seat, put on his helmet, and commanded Shen Rong: "Take off!"

The aircraft took off and accelerated, hurtling towards the red-light district engulfed in flames.

Shen Rong was in charge of piloting the aircraft, while Yan Zhen in the back seat was responsible for observing the enemy situation and direction, and directing the advance.

The traitors surrounding the red-light district below quickly spotted the suddenly appearing aircraft and realized it was heading to rescue the man. Intense gunfire erupted from below, and someone even picked up a cannon and fired at the aircraft.

Over the past few days, Shen Rong has piloted aircraft through the obstacle-filled metal forest many times, honing her skillful piloting techniques.

She skillfully dodged the artillery fire, tilted the aircraft, and the tail fin swept down a corner of a building that was teetering on the brink of collapse from the fire. Large chunks of debris fell from the sky, knocking the people carrying the artillery shells to the ground.

"Nice!" Yan Zhen shouted, "Turn right!"

As the aircraft rounded a bend, Yan Zhen saw the man standing on the balcony.

The buildings behind him and beneath his feet were almost completely engulfed in flames. He stood in the only remaining safe area of ​​the entire building, wearing a gas mask. Thick smoke billowed all around him, yet he appeared as relaxed as if he had simply stepped out of the banquet hall for some fresh air.

Seeing this, Shen Rong couldn't help but complain, "What a pretentious guy!"

"Bear with it, he's of great use after all," Yan Zhen said, as she pulled a rope ladder from the aircraft's storage compartment and threw it down.

The aircraft swept past the balcony, and the man grabbed the rope ladder and was lifted into the air. Under the angry gazes of the traitors below, he was quickly taken away from the inferno.

The red-light district was left further and further behind. The man climbed the rope ladder step by step. When he was a few steps away from the aircraft, a hand reached out from inside the cabin.

He paused slightly, then grabbed the hand and was pulled up.

The man boarded the aircraft and leaned back in the seat, panting heavily.

After a while, his breathing finally calmed down, and then he raised his hand and lifted the gas mask.