Forced to marry a disabled man in the countryside? I'll repay you tenfold!

Su Wanqing didn't answer, she just smiled.

Deputy Commander Zhao silenced everyone, then jogged over, rubbed his hands together, and said with some excitement:

"Xiao Su, is the fighter jet you mentioned inside? And there's no one guarding it?"

Su Wanqing nodded, taking out her keys as she said, "It's right inside, why would they need guards? They just left their things and left. Besides, isn't this warehouse locked? We have the key, don't we?"

As she spoke, she clicked open all the large locks on the warehouse doors, secretly activating the radar to confirm that there was nothing unusual around or inside before she could safely put the fighter jets inside. Otherwise, the sudden appearance of fighter jets in the currently empty warehouse would surely scare people to death.

The people behind him were already excitedly discussing: "They're just putting the fighter jets in here? And there's nobody here? What if someone discovers them and steals them?!"

"Yes, it's too unsafe. We need to move immediately. We can't leave it here; it's far too dangerous!"

Su Wanqing rolled her eyes—she hadn't even had a chance to launch her fighter jet yet, what danger was there?

The next second, the moment the warehouse door opened, she had a sudden thought and neatly placed less than two hundred advanced silver-gray fighter jets inside.

These fighter jets were all accumulated by Zhou Yanshen after he captured that F-14. She visited the site and used the space to return ten times the value, free upgrades, paid upgrades, and also used a super gold spirit infusion once.

There are still 8 upgraded fighter jets and 166 stealth fighter jets in the space. She kept one good one for herself. Anyway, there's no rule against keeping fighter jets. In the future, when Zhou Yanshen learns to fly, he can go wherever he wants. How convenient!

If I want to go to Xinjiang again in the future, I won't have to take a train for three days and three nights. I can get there in two hours by flying a fighter jet. Just thinking about it makes me feel great.

Therefore, I must keep one for myself, so that I can collect newer models in the future, and treat it as a family heirloom.

Decades later, when she shows it to her children, she can say, "This is our family's first-generation airplane, that's the second generation..." In short, as a Chinese person, she also has a collecting habit, it's just a waste of a space.

As for releasing so many at once, she really found it troublesome—she didn't want to take them out one by one, and then have to coordinate and explain. She was pregnant and about to give birth, so she didn't have that much time.

Let's just take it all out at once and give them a real shock.

"Hey, how many planes do you think are in here? Even one or two would be enough for us to study, but we have to study them carefully."

"It would be great if we had five or six! At least the broken ones can be used directly in combat and training, and the rest can be disassembled for research and replication."

"Stop dreaming, you old codger! I'd be incredibly lucky to have two or three! Do you know how much each one costs? With our current production capacity, we won't be able to build anything of that level even in the next ten years! Having two or three would solve so many technical problems for us! And if we showed them off at the National Day parade, it would be awe-inspiring and elevate our international standing! In short, if it were that level, showing it to the world and telling them we've developed it would be incredibly significant!"

The experts spoke one after another, becoming more and more excited as they talked.

"Comrade Su Wanqing is truly... truly amazing!" Someone said, and the others nodded in agreement. Who could argue with that? No matter how much research these old guys did, could it compare to Su Wanqing directly bringing out such a powerful fighter jet?

Moreover, Comrade Su Wanqing didn't ask for an exorbitant amount; she just wanted to exchange materials. Where in the world can you find such a patriotic person who has made great contributions to the country and doesn't seek personal gain?

The experts chatted excitedly, each offering their own praise, eager to shower Su Wanqing with compliments.

Su Wanqing smiled slightly, gently touched her stomach, and thought: When you go in and see that there are not one or two, or three or four, but nearly two hundred fighter jets, I wonder if you will faint on the spot.

She glanced at Zhou Yanshen and found that he was also looking at her, his eyes filled with complex emotions—surprise, pride, and arrogance, as if to say, "This is exactly the kind of wife I'm looking for."

A deep, rumbling sound came from deep within the warehouse, and the ground beneath our feet trembled slightly.

Su Wanqing stuck out her tongue—releasing too many fighter jets at once, more than two hundred crammed together, even though the warehouse was extra-large, some were inevitably bumped and knocked over, with several stacked together, making dull metallic clanging sounds. But it wasn't a big problem; they were all lumps of steel, a little scratched paint was better than nothing.

"Oh dear, what's wrong? What happened?"

"What happened? It sounds like it's coming from inside!"

"Is there danger inside? What happened to the fighter jets inside?"

The people around panicked immediately; some retreated, while others tried to rush in.

Zhou Yanshen immediately drew his gun, took a step forward to block Su Wanqing, and firmly protected her behind him. His eyes scanned the warehouse door, his muscles tense, ready to deal with any unexpected situation at any time.

Su Wanqing quickly reassured everyone, "It's alright, it's alright. It's probably just that we accidentally bumped into a fighter jet when we opened the door." She gestured for Zhou Yanshen to put his gun away, and then went forward to push open the door. Sure enough, a harsh metallic clanging sound came from when the door was pushed open. Zhou Yanshen and the others worked together to push open the huge iron door from the other side.

The moment the two doors were fully opened, the scene fell silent.

Everyone was stunned, as if they had been frozen in place, their mouths agape, their eyes wide open, and they even forgot to breathe.

Inside the warehouse, silver-gray warplanes were densely packed together, stretching as far as the eye could see, nose to tail, wing to wing, layer upon layer, almost filling the entire huge space. Sunlight slanted in through the door, the metallic sheen almost blinding.

Then came cries of heartbreaking astonishment, mixed with wails of lamentation at the waste of resources:

"Oh dear, who put these here? How could they pile up fighter jets like trash? How could they stack them up like that? What if they get bumped or knocked over?"

"Who the hell is this? They're blocking the doorway! I think the paint's all scratched up!"

"My God, this isn't just one or two, or even seven or eight, but... but hundreds!"

"W-What kind of paint job is this? What model is this?"

Someone rushed forward, crouched down to examine them closely, their voice trembling, "Look! There are two models! The eight over there are the same model as the American ones, and the rest are all unfamiliar, but they're clearly more advanced than the American ones! My God!"

Deputy Commander Zhao was so shocked that his legs went weak. He staggered in, looked up at the mountain of aircraft before him, and his voice trembled:

"Comrade Su, is this what you meant by 'not just a few'? This...this is several hundred! Do you know that if our country had this many advanced fighter jets, it would be equivalent to our air force strength increasing several times overnight, exceeding the number of fighter jets in the United States, and these are such advanced models!"