Collect supplies, seize aircraft carriers, and travel to the seventh and fifth

And then there were those people who painstakingly collected vast quantities of antiques and paintings, and you, like a bunch of pigs, took them all. You even took possession of their homes. "When you joined the army, you donated jeeps, trucks, cranes, bulldozers, excavators, and a whole lot of other construction equipment. To help us finish the project quickly and leave that place, you donated a second large amount of supplies."

"Those engineering vehicles you donated are beyond the technological capabilities of even developed countries like the United States and Japan, let alone our country. They simply can't produce them!"

Mo'er's forehead was covered in cold sweat, and he wondered whether he should kill him too.

The old man saw the murderous intent in Mo'er's eyes, laughed, and said, "You want to kill me to silence me, but it seems that you can't do it!"

Mo'er gritted his teeth and said, "How do you know if you don't try?" Then he took out a pistol and fired three times at the old man.

However, something happened that made Mo'er dumbfounded. There was no one in front of her. Mo'er felt someone patted her shoulder. She turned her head and saw the old man looking at her with a smile.

Mo'er's pupils shrank: "How powerful! Such a fast speed!" He fired three more shots, but still hit nothing.

The old man said, "Don't waste your energy. You can't hit me yet. Let me finish what I have to say, and then decide whether you want to compete with me."

Mo'er had no choice but to put away his weapon and wait for him to finish. He would use the space to see if he could kill him!

The old man patted his clothes and continued, "Let alone destroyers, frigates, cruisers, and submarines. How many countries in the world have them now? Only those two countries, and they only have a few. You donated so many at once. Our people would have gone there long ago. Their navy is very calm and nothing was lost!"

"Most importantly, there was an American soldier on the submarine who kept a diary. You were careless and erased all the information related to dates on those ships, except for this diary!"

Mo'er's heart skipped a beat and he sank into a cold abyss.

"Also, there were prizes for answering questions on the blackboard during the sports meet. I had never seen any checkpoints on the road before. There were vehicles pulling large numbers of livestock passing by, and it was as if those livestock appeared out of thin air."

"You were in Guangzhou at nine in the morning, and you reached Qipan Mountain by eleven. If you didn't have supersonic equipment, you wouldn't have been able to do it."

"Every once in a while, you alarmed the radar reconnaissance unit in Shandong Province, and even caused their brigade commander to become mentally weakened by you.

"Supersonic speed, sonic boom, dropping rice, flour, fat pigs, you're so smart! You're a fighter jet, and the thing you dropped is bigger than the fighter itself. Do you think they're stupid?"

Three black lines appeared on Mo'er's forehead. The old man said, "Next time you pass by there, remember to stop and apologize." "You're treating the radar station like a decoration. You're embarrassing them. They just wanted to see what your plane looked like and why the radar couldn't detect it."

"Those ships from the Monkey Kingdom in the Beibu Gulf were running fine when you weren't there, but they ran out of gas the moment you went. They even thought we were carrying gods!"

"You've taken all the gold and foreign exchange reserves from those seven banks in Monkey Country. It almost caused a civil war there! It's a bit of a loss, but I like it!"