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Dragon's Fang Port Airstrip.
Liu Zhen paced back and forth with his hands behind his back, craning his neck like a giraffe and glancing at his watch from time to time.
"It's been almost an hour. Why isn't there any news?"
It wasn't that he was worried about Han Feng's safety.
The man was a monster who could chop up Tier Four Sea Demons like vegetables. What worried him were the one hundred modified missiles.
That was a lot of money!
Even if they were old models from the stockpile, they couldn't afford to waste them like this.
Just then, a dull sonic boom echoed from the distant sky.
Liu Zhen's spirits lifted. He quickly called over the ground crew. "Hurry, hurry! Get the fire trucks and refueling trucks over here! The specialist is back!!"
A few minutes later, the fighter jet landed smoothly and taxied to its parking spot.
