C978 Toxic Smoke Area

The smoke slowly rose and spread.

Threads after threads of claws, like treemen, arrogantly wrapped around Lin Yiyi's helicopter.

Suddenly, the serious and calm voice of the Gypsy girl came through the communicator. "Boss, put on your gas masks, we are almost at the border of South Vietnam."

Lin Yiyi picked up the gas mask she had prepared earlier and put it on her face