The plane landed at Khartoum Airport, and Aurora's people quickly disembarked while Justin's private jet was already waiting on the runway to pick him up.
Yang Yi, Justin, and Alexander stood together once again.
The three who had just made a fortune were all beaming with joy.
Alexander said in a deep voice, "I've checked the accounts, the money is in place, so this operation is now concluded. We need to dispose of this plane as soon as possible."
Yang Yi asked in a deep voice, "How do you plan to dispose of this plane?"
"Someone will head to Sierra Leone, and then wait off the west coast by boat. We'll control the plane to a height of two thousand meters, have the pilots parachute down to sea to be rescued by the people on the boat, and then let the plane crash into the sea."
Yang Yi frowned, "That sounds very dangerous."
"It is somewhat dangerous, but it's the most convenient and safest way to deal with it. We will make all the necessary preparations in advance."
