On a private plane bound for Chengdu.

Guo Feng and his two companions, along with Lu Qingshan and fifteen other Inner Mongolian Psionic Army soldiers, escorted Zhao Yunhai.

They took a helicopter to the dedicated airport.

Then take a private jet.

“We drove all the way here before, and we never thought we would be able to take a private jet back now.”

Lin Changyun lay on a spacious chair, wearing a face mask, and sighed with a comfortable expression.

Guo Feng rolled his eyes at him, but he had to admit that Lin Changyun always slacked off in battle.

Keep quiet when in danger.

However, other logistical services were still very well provided.

Moreover, using stealth technology combined with high-tech equipment is also very effective for scouting enemy positions.

Thinking of this, he calmly said, "Check what our current points are, and how the other teams are doing."

"Yes, boss!"

Lin Changyun didn't dare to be negligent. He quickly bounced up in his chair, sat up, and took out his phone to check. "Boss, we killed forty-four people and captured one alive this time."

"Among them, there is one person at level 49 (the limit), one person at level 45, two people at level 39, three people at level 38, four people at level 37, five people at level 36, seven people at level 35, and a total of twenty-one people below level 35!"

"Level 35 and above, total 8590 points."

"Levels below 35: 6300 points in total!"

Total: Points!

"I heard that in the genius class program, 3 points can be exchanged for a psionic gem."

"That means we obtained nearly 5,000 psionic gems this time."

"That's roughly equivalent to 1.4 billion Chinese dollars."

Lin Changyun quickly calculated it and exclaimed excitedly, "This doesn't even include the other spoils of war!"

"Um."

Guo Feng nodded in satisfaction. "The other spoils are actually not much. On average, a mission yields spoils worth five or six million, totaling around fifty million."

He waved his hand, "How about this, for this distribution, I'll take half, Sister Tu Tu will get 30%, and Lin Changyun, you'll get 20%. Any objections?"

"I have absolutely no objections!"

Lin Changyun quickly shook his head.

Wenren Tutu also said, "You decide how to distribute it, and that's how we'll distribute it!"

"OK."

Guo Feng nodded, then looked at Lin Changyun, "You should report the individual percentages of our team according to this allocation."

He paused for a moment, then asked, "What about the others?"

"them?"

Lin Changyun curled his lip, "They're all nobodies. The best team is Shao Jingting and Li Yanhua's team. They completed four missions in seven days, and one of them was seriously injured. Their total team score was only 3600. We can't even compare to a fraction of that!"

"As for the others."

He shrugged. "Never mind. The better teams completed three missions, while the worse teams completed one mission and several members were seriously injured."

He paused for a moment, then laughed, "The three of us are still the best. We not only completed nine missions, but also killed two level 40 enemies and captured one level 40 alive."

He looked smug.

Guo Feng couldn't help but sneer.

"What does killing the enemy have to do with you?" Wenren Tutu couldn't help but expose him!

Anyway, we're a team!

Lin Changyun looked arrogant and didn't care at all about the truth Wenren Tutu had told him.

Lu Qingshan, standing nearby, broke out in a cold sweat as he listened.

He's only level 35.

He served as the commander of the Inner Mongolia Lingneng Special Operations Detachment.

However, these three members of the genius class not only killed forty-four masters.

In fact, level 35 became the dividing line for the experts they killed.

Levels below 35 are omitted!

Moreover, the profits are often as high as 1.4 billion!

They even looked down on the 50 million worth of spoils!

No wonder they're members of the gifted class!

After tallying up the profits, Guo Feng said no more and closed his eyes to rest for a while.

These seven days were spent clarifying the operation, and my nerves were constantly on edge.

We need to be able to handle all kinds of unexpected situations.

Not only do you have to kill the enemy, but you also have to minimize the casualties among ordinary people, which is extremely mentally taxing.

Moreover, killing too many enemies will inevitably lead to some degree of fatigue.

He dozed off for a while.

More than an hour later, their plane passed over the Qinling Mountains, preparing to enter Sichuan from Shaanxi Province.

The plane suddenly lurched.

Then, Lu Qingshan exclaimed in alarm, "Watch out, enemy attack!"

Bang--

A loud bang came from the nose of the plane, and the plane shook even more violently.

Meanwhile, two planes appeared nearby, seemingly out of nowhere.

It turns out that there are people like Luo Juan who possess the ability to unleash fireballs and temporarily fly.

At an altitude of 10,000 meters, relying on their superior physical abilities, they opened the hatch, flew through the air, and attacked the aircraft in flight!

A massive fireball shattered the cockpit window.

Both pilots died on the spot.

Flames filled the cockpit, and explosions could be heard continuously.

Whoosh whoosh whoosh...

Suddenly, alloy grappling hooks flew out from the other aircraft and pierced through its surface.

The other party pulled back forcefully!

Boom—

The fuselage on one side of the aircraft was torn off.

The strong pressure difference between the inside and outside of the cabin caused everything inside the aircraft to suddenly float outwards.

And all of this happened in an instant!

A flight attendant was instantly propelled out by the immense air pressure.

It let out a terrified, shrill cry.

Meanwhile, several skilled fighters leaped in from the opposite hatch.

Immediately, they engaged in battle with the Inner Mongolian Psionic Army.

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