Feng Biao came to pick up Gao Yi.
"Are you sure this won't cause any trouble?"
Gao Yi wasn't sure about his own notorious reputation, and Feng Biao was even less clear.
After so many years, Feng Biao had never even thought about striking against the powerful departments of a country, especially not the United States. Even in his dreams, he would slap himself awake before considering such an action.
Now, after following Gao Yi for only a few days, they had already held the Crown Prince hostage and stormed the Military Intelligence Six Headquarters. Now, attacking a CIA aircraft didn't seem all that surprising.
However, due to habit, it was normal to feel a bit nervous.
After all, they were about to shoot down a plane right outside the American Embassy; this wasn't a joke.
"There won't be any trouble if we shoot it down, but if we don't, there will be."
Gao Yi hadn't yet seen the prepared portable anti-air missiles and asked Feng Biao, "Is everything ready?"