Spy Wars: I have spy skills, it’s so damn cool!

After that, Sun Lang kept waving his hands in the open space, and every time he waved his hands, a bunch of things appeared out of thin air.

Until the supplies in the storage space are cleared.

Except for the supplies he kept for himself, all the supplies were on this open space.

After all the supplies were taken out, Sun Lang didn't stay long.

I saw from the air before that there was a group of Red Guards nearby, and they should be heading here now.

He guessed that the group of people might be here to look for supplies.

So we have to leave quickly and avoid meeting them.

The fighter jet glided into the sky.

Sun Lang's guess was correct. The team of Red Party members he saw were tasked with coming here to search for supplies.

When they saw the fighter jets in the air again, they followed the direction in which the fighter jets disappeared.

Two hours later.

In a large open space at the foot of the mountains, all kinds of supplies are like small hills.

The most eye-catching thing is that tens of thousands of little yellow ducks are huddled together, stuck right in the middle of all the supplies, unable to run away and chirping non-stop.

There was a pile of small medical kits piled up like a mountain, and also a pile of beef chunks.

And a huge wild boar, staring with its eyes open, like a ferocious beast.

Seven military trucks were lined up neatly, waiting for someone to drive them away.

An A4 fighter jet was parked quietly on the side, like a sleeping eagle.

This is the scene the Reds saw when they reached the top of the hill.

They were all stunned, their eyes almost popped out, they rubbed their eyes in disbelief, with shocked looks on their faces.

I could even hear the sound of many people swallowing their saliva.

Someone murmured to himself: "How did they deliver these things? They must be gods!"

"Why do I feel like I'm dreaming?"

"Snapped!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he was slapped in the face.

"Hiss! Who? Who hit me?"

The person who was beaten grimaced and looked around in confusion, looking for the culprit.

The slap was quite heavy and it hurt so much that he rubbed the back of his head hard.

Zhao Jun, who was standing next to him, rolled his eyes and said, "Do you still think you are dreaming?"

Xiao Zhang shook his head quickly.

"go!"

Following Zhao Jun's order, all the tired people were no longer tired in an instant, and they all rushed down the mountain shouting.

Inside, there is a person whose eyes are always shining brightly.

After rushing down the mountain, he was the first to arrive in front of the fighter plane.

Yu Kun stroked the fighter plane excitedly, with a gleam in his eyes.

Others also gathered around, full of curiosity and excitement about this mysterious fighter plane.

"Is this ours?" someone asked in disbelief.

"That's right!" Zhao Jun's voice came with a bit of excitement, "This fighter will be ours from now on."

Everyone cheered, they knew that with this fighter jet, they would have more advantage in the battle.

All the Red Party members gathered around the fighter plane, watching it without blinking, and were reluctant to leave.

They looked at it over and over again, and some people even touched it carefully.

With this fighter jet, even the other supplies next to it don't seem so attractive.

"Okay, stop gathering around. Once we get the fighter jets back to the camp, you can look at them however you want."

"Gather everyone now, I will arrange the tasks."

As soon as they heard that they were going to be assigned a task, everyone quickly formed a team and stood in line, looking at Zhao Jun with excitement.

"You, and a few of you, will learn to drive a military truck from me later."

The people selected by Zhao Jun included some young people as well as some older people in their thirties or forties. They were all people with active brains and agile hands and feet.

When the people who were selected heard that they were going to drive military trucks, their faces turned red with excitement.

The others' eyes turned red with envy.

"Yu Kun and Wang Youan, the two of you go and research the fighter jet. The fighter jet is now in your hands. You must bring it back safely."

"You two should pay more attention. If you need any help, feel free to call us."

From these words, we can see that Zhao Jun has high hopes for the two and also attaches great importance to fighter jets.

Not only did he attach importance to it, but everyone present thought that this fighter plane was more important than their lives.

Something can go wrong with them, but nothing can go wrong with the fighter jets.

"Yes! We promise to complete the task."

The two men also knew the importance of this mission. They suppressed their excitement, put on a serious face, stepped forward, and saluted Zhao Jun.

"As for the others, count the supplies and load all the supplies onto the military trucks."

"Yes!"

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In the open space filled with supplies, people were constantly shuttling back and forth.

Platoon leader Zhao Jun is earnestly teaching several young Red Party members how to drive.

Patiently explain each step and technique to ensure that everyone can understand and master it.

At the same time, some people are sorting and moving various materials.

They were busy going back and forth, sorting and loading various things into the military trucks. There were so many things and they wanted to make sure everything could fit into the truck.

It would be best if you could move everything at once.

Yu Kun and Wang Youan focused on studying the instruction manual inside the fighter jet, trying to figure out how to fly this advanced aircraft.

Although they did not have a professional pilot background, the organization believed they were capable of solving the problem due to their extensive experience in mechanical manufacturing.

The two of them were arranged into the material transportation team.

The organizations have placed trust and expectations on them, and have entrusted such an important fighter jet to them, and they don't want to let them down.

In any case, they must try their best to understand and master the operation of the fighter.

Yu Kun was very happy when he knew he could come here, and he was looking forward to seeing the five-pointed star.

But when I arrived at the place, I only saw the supplies and no one.

I felt a little disappointed, but in the end I focused all my attention on the fighter.

Ever since I saw the instruction manual inside the fighter jet, I couldn't let go of it and was immersed in the world of the instruction manual.

From the manual he learned that the fighter was called A4 fighter.

It doesn't say which country it was produced in, and there are only Chinese and English words on it.

Just by looking at the explanation and pictures above, Yu Kun discovered that this A4 fighter jet is more advanced than any other country's fighter jets today.

It was just like the pistol I saw when I first came into contact with the Red Party.

Equally advanced, and equally unknown which country produced it.

They are also related to the five-pointed star.

Thinking of this, Yu Kun’s attention was distracted for a moment: Who on earth is this five-pointed star?

"What's wrong? Turn to the next page!"

Wang Youan, who was standing next to him, saw that the page in the instruction manual had not moved for a long time, so he reminded him.

"Ah, ok, wait I haven't finished reading it yet."

Yu Kun quickly collected his thoughts and stopped thinking about it. Now was not the time to think about him.