Tang Ziyi, having just sat beside Ling Qingyu, paused and took out a tablet. The latter also raised her brows, never expecting the country's military to react so fast.
She knew which faction the drones belonged to. Militias and rebel forces couldn't afford such expensive and luxurious arsenals.
From Athena's tone, the drone wasn't a small commercial type but obviously a fixed-wing asset.
Tang Ziyi gave orders quickly without the slightest hesitation. "Kilo 2 and 3, pick the nearest building and head to the top floor. Prepare AA weapons. Stand by for my further orders."
"Clear."
"Understood."
Kilo 2 and 3, staying near the technicals, picked up Stinger missiles, which weren't collected by Ling Qingyu because of Tang Ziyi's words.
The two teams sprinted up the staircase. The holders of the missiles even had excitement in their eyes.
