I started by watching videos, and I chose 10,000 combat power.

Old Wu's car disappeared into the distance.

Luo Fei stood by the window for a moment, then turned around and prepared to go upstairs.

Just as I reached the top of the stairs, I heard the "gurgling" sound of suitcase wheels rolling from upstairs.

He looked up at the stairs.

Luo Ying was carrying her suitcase as she walked down from the second floor.

She was wearing a light-colored T-shirt, jeans, and sneakers, with her hair tied in a high ponytail, making her look youthful and energetic.

Behind her, Zhao Lin and Chu Yue also came down.

Zhao Lin was carrying a bulging pink canvas backpack, while Chu Yue was carrying a dark blue duffel bag.

Luo Ying went downstairs and put down her suitcase.

"Brother, I'm all ready."

Luo Fei walked over and took the suitcase from her hands.

"Have you brought everything?"

Luo Ying nodded.

"It's all set. I finished packing it last night."

Zhao Lin leaned over and tugged at Luo Ying's sleeve: "Sis, remember to message me every day when you get to school."

Luo Ying smiled and ruffled her hair, making it a little messy: "Okay, you little tagalong."

Zhao Lin dodged her hand in annoyance, made a face at her, and quickly hid behind Chu Yue, making everyone laugh.

Luo Fei put the suitcase in the trunk, and Luo Ying opened the passenger door and got in. Zhao Lin and Chu Yue stood at the door, waving goodbye to her.

"Have a safe trip, sis!"

"Yingying, let me know when you arrive."

Luo Ying leaned out of the car window.

"Okay, you guys go back now."

The car started and slowly drove out of the residential area.

Luo Ying leaned back in her chair, watching the street scene recede into the distance outside the window.

"Brother, after I leave, you must keep a close eye on Linlin and make sure she doesn't slack off."

Luo Fei smiled.

"You can practice on your own."

Luo Ying gave a soft snort.

"Of course I've mastered it. I've mastered the second set of movements, and I'll practice every day at school, so I definitely won't regress."

Luo Fei nodded.

"That's good."

The car got on the highway and headed towards the airport.

Along the way, Luo Ying chattered on about the interesting things that happened at school: her roommates who loved staying up all night watching dramas, the best food on the third floor of the cafeteria, and that "Extinction Master" professor who always took attendance in every class...

Luo Fei listened quietly, occasionally responding with a word.

An hour and a half later, the car entered the airport parking lot.

Luo Fei helped Luo Ying carry her suitcase, and the two entered the terminal, where they went through the check-in, baggage check-in, and security procedures.

Luo Ying stood at the security checkpoint, turned back to look at Luo Fei, her eyes filled with reluctance: "Brother, I'm going in."

Luo Fei nodded, his tone calm yet concerned: "Call me when you get to school."

Luo Ying smiled and waved, "Okay, brother, you should go back now!"

She turned around and quickly disappeared into the crowd at the security checkpoint.

Luo Fei stood there, his gaze following her back until she was no longer visible, before slowly turning around and walking out of the terminal.

He looked up at the sky and saw an airplane flying overhead, leaving a long contrail.

He turned away, walked to the parking lot, started the car, turned around, and drove towards the special operations brigade.

Half an hour later, the car stopped at the entrance of the special operations brigade's base.

The soldier on guard immediately stepped forward alertly, saluted, and then his gaze fell on Luo Fei in the driver's seat.

Luo Fei took out his ID and handed it over. After the soldier carefully checked it, he stood at attention and saluted again before quickly letting him pass.

Luo Fei nodded.

The car drove into the barracks and stopped downstairs in front of the brigade commander's office.

Luo Fei got out of the car, straightened his clothes, and went upstairs.

The corridor was quiet, with only the sound of his own footsteps echoing in the empty space.

Upon arriving at the brigade commander's office, the door was ajar, and suppressed voices could be heard from inside. One of them was Brigade Commander Yang Zhenguo, who sounded somewhat anxious.

"Old Zhang, what do we do about this? This new batch of training equipment is delayed, and the original tactical training plan has been completely disrupted! If this continues, the training progress of the Hunter Blade Squad will be affected!"

Political Commissar Zhang Qiming's voice rang out, tinged with a hint of helplessness: "I've been urging the logistics and higher-level departments every day, and they keep saying it'll be ready soon, but we just haven't seen the actual equipment. Our training can't stop, can we? How about we use the old equipment in the warehouse for now? Although its performance is a bit inferior, it's better than stopping altogether."

Yang Zhenguo sighed heavily, "That's all we can do... It's driving me crazy!"

Luo Fei gently knocked on the door.

"Come in."

Luo Fei pushed open the door and entered. The brigade commander and political commissar looked up at the same time. When they saw it was him, their eyes lit up.

"Instructor Luo!"

Yang Zhenguo stood up and walked over quickly.

"You've come at the perfect time! I've been wanting to see you these past few days!"

Zhang Qiming also greeted him with a smile.

"Instructor Luo, it's been a long time!"

Luo Fei nodded in greeting.

"Brigade Commander, Political Commissar."

Yang Zhenguo pulled him to sit down on the sofa and asked impatiently, "Instructor Luo, are you here to start teaching the Hunter Blade Squad the second set of moves? They've been looking forward to your visit every day."

Luo Fei shook his head: "That's not why I came today."

Yang Zhenguo was taken aback: "What is it?"

Luo Fei stood up, his expression serious: "There's something I want to show you."

Yang Zhenguo and Zhang Qiming exchanged a glance, both somewhat curious. "What is it?"

Luo Fei said, "Let's find a place that's secluded, spacious, and preferably somewhere that won't be directly photographed by satellites."

Zhang Qiming thought for a moment and immediately said, "Our newly built large hangar should meet the requirements. It was just completed not long ago, and the helicopters haven't arrived yet, so it's empty right now. The space is definitely large enough, and the location is relatively remote."

Yang Zhenguo nodded.

"Yes, that hangar is big enough and well-hidden. Let's go take a look."

The three of them went downstairs and got into Yang Zhenguo's car.

The car drove for a few minutes inside the compound and arrived in front of a huge building.

It was a newly built hangar, entirely gray, over twenty meters high, and hundreds of meters wide and deep, with its doors tightly shut.

Yang Zhenguo took out the remote control and pressed the button.

The huge metal door slowly slid open to both sides, revealing an empty interior with only a concrete floor and a dense array of lights overhead.

Yang Zhenguo turned to look at Luo Fei.

"How is it? Big enough, right?"

Luo Fei nodded, went inside, and stood in the center of the hangar.

Yang Zhenguo and Zhang Qiming stood at the door, looking at him curiously.

Luo Fei turned around.

"Brigade Commander, Political Commissar, I have something to show you."

A thought suddenly occurred to him.

A huge 2-B bomber appeared out of nowhere in the hangar.

With its jet-black fuselage, wide wingspan, and streamlined silhouette, it appeared there silently.

Yang Zhenguo and Zhang Qiming were so shocked that their mouths were agape enough to fit an egg, their eyes wide open, and they stood motionless as if they had been frozen in place.

The hangar was eerily quiet, with only their heavy breathing audible.

After several seconds, Yang Zhenguo's throat moved. He first looked at Luo Fei in disbelief, then suddenly turned to look at the bomber. His lips trembled, as if he wanted to say something, but he couldn't utter a single word.

Zhang Qiming was slightly better than him; he stretched out his hand and pointed at the plane.

"This is……"

The sentence is incomplete.

Luo Fei looked at them.

"2-B bomber."

"I brought it back with me when I went to Japan last time."

Yang Zhenguo's legs went weak, and he almost collapsed to the ground.

Zhang Qiming quickly helped him up.

"Old Yang, Old Yang, hold on..."

Yang Zhenguo took a deep breath and pointed at Luo Fei.

"you……"

Luo Fei didn't explain. He walked to the side, and with a thought, released two more aircraft, one an armed helicopter and the other a transport helicopter.

The two planes landed steadily on the ground and parked side by side with the B-2.

Yang Zhenguo was completely dumbfounded.

He looked at the 2-B, then at the two helicopters, then at Luo Fei, and finally, his gaze settled on Luo Fei.

What shocked him was not the plane itself, but—how these things appeared out of thin air?

Zhang Qiming also came to his senses, looking at Luo Fei with disbelief in his eyes: "Instructor Luo, are you doing magic?"

Yang Zhenguo also raised his head, his voice trembling slightly: "Aren't you going to explain how these things appeared out of thin air here?"

Luo Fei shook his head: "It's not magic."

He didn't explain much, only saying, "These planes are yours to handle. How you use them is up to you."

Yang Zhenguo fell silent.

He looked at the planes, then at Luo Fei, and suddenly realized that with Luo Fei's abilities, it seemed that anything unbelievable could happen.

An airplane appears out of thin air...

It doesn't seem like there's anything unacceptable about it?

"Alright..."

He looked at the planes, his eyes becoming complex, filled with shock, excitement, and a hint of...greed.

"You... gave all of these to us?"

Luo Fei nodded.

"It's all yours."

Yang Zhenguo's mouth broke into a grin.

"Great! Great! That's wonderful!"

He circled the 2-B several times, touching the fuselage with his hands, his eyes shining.

Zhang Qiming also looked at the helicopters, equally excited.

Luo Fei stood to the side watching them, when suddenly he remembered something.

General Mohen, that warlord from northern Myanmar, I met him at the Wang family's manor. He was a very obedient person. I wonder how he is now.

He looked at Yang Zhenguo.

"Brigadier, I have something to do. I need to go to northern Myanmar."

Yang Zhenguo was touching the wing of the 2-B, waving his hand without turning his head.

"Go ahead, go ahead."

Luo Fei stepped out of the hangar, his feet left the ground, and soared into the sky, quickly disappearing into the clouds.

Inside the hangar.

Looking in the direction where Luo Fei disappeared, Zhang Qiming suddenly remembered something and turned to look at Yang Zhenguo.

"Old Yang, Luo Fei has flown away again. Aren't you going to report it? What if other military regions mistake him for an unidentified target again..."

Yang Zhenguo was stunned for a moment before he realized what was happening. He quickly waved his hand and said, "Yes, yes, report it immediately! Have them send someone to study this plane." He hurriedly took out his phone and started dialing to contact his superiors, but his eyes were fixed on the 2-B bomber, unwilling to look away for even a moment.

Zhang Qiming shook his head helplessly, took out his phone, and began contacting relevant departments to report Luo Fei's whereabouts.

Inside the hangar, two helicopters and a bomber sat quietly.

Outside the hangar, Luo Fei's figure had already disappeared into the distant horizon; that direction was towards northern Myanmar.