The fighter jet in the sky was unmanned and plummeting downwards.
A man's voice sounded from Mo Huasong's phone, "What a pity. If only we could get ahold of that wrecked plane."
Mo Huasong knew this was the superior of Hong Yaxuan. He answered, "That's not too difficult."
"Ah, Mo Batian, if this fighter plane doesn't explode, find a way to bring back some of the main parts. I will give you great credit for it." The man exclaimed excitedly.
"Just some minor parts?" Mo Huasong shook his head. "I won't do it."
"Alas, I understand it's a difficult situation for you." The man said.
Mo Huasong said, "That's too troublesome. Why don't I just bring back the entire fighter plane straight away? You guys can then dismantle the parts as you please. Isn't that better?"
"Ah, you can bring back the whole fighter plane?" The man exclaimed in surprise: "That's impossible. The fighter plane has run into trouble, and it will explode once it falls."
