The sky was bright with sunshine, cloudless and clear as if it had been washed clean, and the sunlight radiated heat, providing a touch of warmth to the frozen snowy mountain range. A gray speck roared into view, rapidly enlarging, and Luo Zheng watched the gray speck with a face full of shock. It turned out to be a silver-gray fighter jet, dominantly charging through the sky and emitting streams of awe-inspiring airflow, like an invincible War God sweeping away.
Luo Zheng stared intently at the departing fighter jet, his expression as grim as iron, with furrowed brows, lost in contemplation. Wu Jin came up and said solemnly, "We anticipated armed helicopters but overlooked fighter jets. Fighter jets have a much longer flying range than armed helicopters, and now we're in for a treat."
