100m Yuan Wife: Buy One Get One

Chapter 355: Untitled

Cheng Anya felt dizzy. It was like she was about to be thrown off from her seat and leaned in the opposite direction. She was afraid to look up. The plane almost had to fly close to the ground to keep its balance.

Fighter-bombers had a strong resistance to low altitude turbulence, and their fuselage flew across the desert quickly.

This process was very fast.

"Don't be afraid. I'll be here for you no matter what!" Third Young Master Ye said with a deep voice, but his eyes were locked on the view in front of him. He didn't even look at her. After the plane ascended, he used electronic jamming to attack. There was another round of fierce battle between them. Third Young Master Ye attacked aggressively and made use of the perfect hardness of the fuselage to collide hard with the other plane at a low altitude.

There were murderous vibes on his handsome face.

Banging sounds of the collision could be heard. The plane was shaking tremendously. Cheng Anya was dizzy and almost fell off her seat, holding onto Third Young Master Ye's thigh tightly.

Her body constantly bumped into him. It wasn't painful but she was extremely worried.

The fighter-bomber piloted by Third Young Master Ye was much better than the bombers piloted by their pursuers. The latter would not be able to bear such a violent impact. After several times of collision, they started to distance themselves and attacked with machine guns and bullets.

Cheng Anya heard the sound of cannons and machine guns strafing. Her heart was heavy. The plane went up and down like a roller coaster and the human heart would always have mixed feelings at critical moments.

Third Young Master Ye checked the weapon device and frowned slightly. He then flew the aircraft up to the sky. He had one more advantage than them, which was that his fighter-bomber was designed for a high-speed breakthrough and had an absolute advantage in speed.

After they had ascended into the sky, Third Young Master Ye fired three missiles at them. They were not willing to be outdone and immediately fired four missiles back. Third Young Master Ye untied his seat belt and ordered Cheng Anya. "Anya, go and get the rope on the platform."

Cheng Anya was frightened, but she could tell from Third Young Master Ye's voice that he was very anxious. She got up immediately. Suddenly, Third Young Master Ye shouted, "Hold on tight!"

Before she could grasp onto the platform, her body was slammed hard to the side, making a loud noise. Third Young Master Ye was aware of that, but he had to fly the plane to avoid the missiles.

The plane hovered at high speed in the midair, and there were seven or eight missiles surrounding it. They were chasing after them and would not stop before achieving their goal. At the same time, the artillery shells were relentlessly fired at them.

The two bombers had dodged the missiles, but Third Young Master Ye expected that the bomber on the left must be damaged, which caused it to slow down. He fired two shells at once decisively and hit the fuselage mercilessly.

Only a loud explosion could be heard. The shells had hit the fuel tank of the fuselage accurately. The fighter-bomber exploded, smashed, and was shot down by Third Young Master Ye. The flame of fire made the sky look red.

The other pilot growled and fired shells at Third Young Master Ye's fighter-bomber crazily. "I'll kill you!"

With a strong British accent, the black-haired and blue-eyed British man's face grew ferocious. Regardless of the missiles behind him, he hurled all the shells. He was fighting to win or die.

"Anya, quick!" Third Young Master Ye urged, but his voice was unexpectedly calm with a trace of indescribable tension and danger.

Cheng Anya fell down twice. The turbulence was so severe that she had no way to stand while dodging shells and missiles. Moreover, the plane sometimes fell rapidly and sometimes flew while it was slanted.

"I know!" Cheng Anya replied. She fell heavily on the ground a few times, and then the plane was slanted again. Cheng Anya had fallen down again and rolled around in the plane when she just stood up and hit the table and chair severely. Her waist hurt so much that she was going crazy. "Shit!"

She couldn't help but swear!

Once again, Cheng Anya stood up and grabbed the stand when Third Young Master Ye's fighter-bomber slanted again. She took the rope and fell back to her seat. Third Young Master Ye said in a deep voice, "Buckle it up on your waist and my waist."

Cheng Anya saw that kind of rope in the climbing scene of a movie. It was thick and strong. She didn't understand what Third Young Master Ye meant but she still buckled it up obediently and put the other one on Ye Chen's waist.

"What is this about?" Cheng Anya asked hesitantly and seemed to notice something. Her heart was trembling. "Are we going to jump down?"

They couldn't use a parachute at that height at all. Otherwise, they would fall on the ground before the parachute could open. But this rope… Cheng Anya's face turned pale, and she couldn't believe what she was going to face.

'Oh, my god, this is crazy!'

Yes, she felt that it was cool to jump off the plane. She had always thought that jumping off at such a high distance in extreme sports was cool.

But when it was her turn, her legs went jelly.

"Trust me, dear Anya," Third Young Master Ye said in a low voice with his elegant voice. Calm but firm, as if he was the commander of this battle. So confident and powerful.

"You're crazy!" Cheng Anya said while her lips trembled. He was trained and such activity was not a big problem for him, but she couldn't do it.

It was too crazy.

"If there is any danger, you must protect me." Cheng Anya was still Cheng Anya after all. She soon calmed down. She smelled the smell of fuel oil, frowned, and then realized that there was something wrong with the fuel tank. No wonder they had to choose to leave.

"Okay!" Third Young Master Ye replied in a low voice and then joked. "Dear Anya, why didn't you think of protecting me?"

"It's natural for men to protect women." Cheng Anya retorted rightfully, trying to make herself appear less afraid. Her voice was steady and she had a consistent smile on her face. "Otherwise, you are not qualified to be my man."

"Just because you called me your man, Daddy will risk his life to protect you." Third Young Master Ye laughed. Cheng Anya rolled her eyes and was convinced. How charming Third Young Master Ye was.

He's manly when he needed to be. He's generous when he needed to be, and he's cool when he needed to be. Every side of him was so charming. Every time she heard him address himself as 'daddy', she felt that that man was really magnanimous.

She was probably mad too. 'Beauty in the eyes of the beholder does not work like this.'

The missile that flew around missed and fell on the ground. The desert was full of smoke. That crazy man laughed coldly and a rocket broke away from the fuselage and went for Third Young Master Ye. Third Young Master Ye was surprised and he swerved the plane to dodge the rocket. He knew that the rocket would turn around and shoot back later, so he immediately opened the door. The wind was strong and loud. Sand was swirled in by the wind and went into people's eyes.

Cheng Anya was becoming really scared. It was not jumping off a bicycle, a motorbike, or even a car. It was a plane! At such a high speed, would she fall and turn into a meat pie?

Third Young Master Ye pursed his lips and released his parachute. His eyes were so scarily bright at night. The plane had returned back from behind and the two planes were now facing each other. They could see each other's faces clearly. Third Young Master Ye snapped his fingers at him.

His smile was filled with disdain. It was domineering and elegant, but it also had a kind of generosity, interwoven into a very vivid scene.

Word by word, Third Young Master Ye said slowly, "Game over!"

He pushed the automatic explosion button, left his seat quickly, pulled the white cloth beside him, and wrapped Cheng Anya's head with it. He then jumped onto the flat skateboard and it landed in the desert from a low altitude. At this time, the plane was still flying because of the inertia and Cheng Anya and Third Young Master Ye, who were on the skateboard, also kept moving forward with the plane, which was extremely fast. Yellow sand was swirled up by the wind, blinding their visions.

Cheng Anya was in a kind of pain from dizziness. She had felt the bumpiness even though she was being held tightly by Third Young Master Ye, and her organs seemed to be shaking out.

She knew very well that they were gliding in the desert.

Her brain was blank. She could only hold onto Third Young Master Ye's waist tightly to prevent herself from falling.

In the desert, the yellow sand was swirled up by the wind. There were a man and a woman hugging each other and sliding on the smooth board at a fast speed, gliding together with the plane.

Third Young Master Ye pulled out a military knife from his waist and cut off the rope. The smooth board no longer glided along with the plane and lost control, gliding rapidly in another direction. Third Young Master Ye held Cheng Anya tightly in his arms and blocked the obstacles in the desert with his back. Soon, the flat skateboard slowed down. Third Young Master Ye hugged Cheng Anya and they rolled down the flat skateboard together. The two people rolled several rounds in the desert before they finally came to a stop.

Cheng Anya took off the white cloth. As soon as she looked up, she saw and heard a loud bang. Two airplanes collided with each other. The destruction made by the rocket, in addition to the self-explosive device, destroyed both airplanes.

The collision created a strong flame and debris fell.

Cheng Anya was stunned. This scene was so mind-blowing.

The desert had returned to calmness once again, as if that air battle had not occurred at all.

Cheng Anya looked at the wreckage that was nearby and then looked at Third Young Master Ye. She was pale but she gave him a thumbs-up. "You are great!"

He's too strong and powerful to be a human.

"You are better than Arnold."

"Can you not compare me with other men?" Third Young Master Ye slapped Cheng Anya on the back of her head aggressively. "You're asking for beatings."

"Stop beating me. I'm dizzy." Cheng Anya kicked him and looked around. She was still a little worried. "Where is this?"

"In the desert." Third Young Master Ye rolled his eyes, as if she was talking nonsense. Cheng Anya had goose bumps all over and she squeezed up to Third Young Master Ye with a little fear.

'Desert? Would we dry up and die from being exposed to too much sunlight here?'

"How are we going to contact others to save us?" Cheng Anya asked anxiously. "It's said that there might be many snakes and scorpions in the desert at night…"

"Why are you so timid?" Third Young Master Ye helped Cheng Anya up. "Let's find a cave to hide first. We'll talk about that later in the morning."

Cheng Anya had no choice but to listen to Third Young Master Ye. At present, this was the only way. "Aren't there any ways to contact your people? We can't hold on like this for a few days."

"Dear Anya, sometimes, we have to take things slow and everything will be alright," Third Young Master Ye said while holding her hand. There was a large rock cliff not far away from them. They were so tired after a day's struggle that they found a place to rest until the sun came out.

Of course, Cheng Anya had no problems with that. She was both tired and hungry. The temperature difference between the day and night in the desert was large. Although it was summer, she felt cold in her short sleeves.

She prayed to leave the desert in her heart as she would never want to die in such a desolate place.

As if he had felt her fear, Third Young Master Ye patted her shoulder and said, "Believe me."

There was always a way out. Otherwise, they would have already died.

Cheng Anya nodded. There were fortunate enough to have found a cave on the leeward side. There were some dried hay branches in the cave and Third Young Master Ye lit them up with a flint, which expelled the cold temporarily.

"Dear Anya, go to sleep and tomorrow will be fine," Third Young Master Ye said in a low voice, pulling her over to lie on his leg.

The fire rose slowly and the temperature of the cave rose as well. Cheng Anya felt that the coldness had been driven away. It was warm and comfortable.

"This is good actually. At least, we had left the island." She smiled and held Third Young Master Ye's waist while murmuring to herself. She could be at ease and weak as long as she was by his side.

Third Young Master Ye caressed Cheng Anya's hair, feeling sorry. He hated Louis more and more. Her girl was such a tough woman and even she had become fearful after days of being tortured.

"Yeah, when we leave in a few days, we can go home and see Ning Ning," Third Young Master Ye said in a deep voice. In the night, his words were reassuring to hear.

"Yeah," Cheng Anya answered with a faint voice. She was so tired that she fell asleep.

Third Young Master Ye looked at her face for a long time, a long time… silently…

At the podium, the man stared at the movement which disappeared on the screen and widened his eyes in horror. Louis asked in a deep voice, "How was it?"

"Master, they are all gone."

"What do you mean?"

"They have all died together and I can't find any information."

"Impossible!" Louis' jade green eyes widened. He slapped the table. "It's impossible!"

That man was the Third Young Master Ye. How could he die so easily? It was impossible. Louis didn't believe it at all. His two fighter planes were enough to fight him. It was amazing that he had shot them down.

But he felt that it had really happened.

However, Cheng Anya was on the plane, and he would not let her take risks so easily.

"Master, there's something going on in Italy." Another man rushed in to report.