Liu Yun used the speed of her wings to teleport, taking down one person with each whip, and finishing them off with two whips in one go—it was incredibly satisfying.

Their own fighter jets: ...mouths agape in an "o" shape, unsure how to react.

Is this the power of special groups?

If it were them, could they withstand it?

Security Department: ...Don't worry, people like Liu Yun are extremely rare, okay?

Liu Yun took continuous action, eliminating twenty or thirty small red dots before finally letting out a sigh of relief. She waved goodbye to her fighter jet before disappearing in a flash.

"That... is the direction our country is heading."

"They really are one of us!"

I think so!

The fighter jets exchanged uncertain messages, unsure of what to do next, but their hearts were filled with excitement. Did our country have such powerful people?

Less than ten minutes later, orders came in from above, instructing them to launch a short air attack, test the weapon's performance, and then return.

Then credit fell from the sky: all those enemy planes that had just been destroyed were their doing.

As for what I saw before, I kept it all to myself and pretended I never saw it.

"But sir, I feel a little guilty accepting this credit!"

"Take them without worry, she doesn't need them."

“She earns credit in a different way, which doesn’t conflict with yours.”

"If she hadn't accidentally leaked this information, in the end... would the eight of you have lost to the other side?"

The pilot of their own fighter jet immediately became serious: "Of course not, we will definitely take them down in the end."

Yan's current fighter jets only reveal their speed to the outside world; no one has ever witnessed their true combat power.

But they themselves knew that even with eight against thirty, they couldn't possibly lose.