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Dozens of Fighter Jets soared into the sky, pursuing two aircraft that had already gained altitude. Continuous gunfire erupted into the air, followed by a flurry of fireworks that blossomed in the daylight.
Unfortunately, despite the speed of the artillery being like lightning, it could not catch up to the aircraft that had pulled away. The powerful thrusters suddenly roared to life, and soon they vanished from the Fighter Jets' sight.
Before long, a message came through the cockpit, ordering a retreat. The Fighter Jet pilots felt a sense of reluctance but could only sigh in despair.
In the command center, what none of the Cosmic Police expected was that two prominent figures were personally overseeing this operation.
The Dragon Elder smiled as he watched the flight patterns displayed on the Radar Instrument. Soon, the aircraft slipped out of the Cosmic Police's monitoring range, and he sat back contentedly, turning to an elderly man beside him.
"How about it? This time you lost. You sent so many soldiers, yet my people still managed to escape. That Exotic Ivory Purple Jade Military Chess piece can't be denied this time."
The old man raised an eyebrow at his words, glaring with aged eyes as he retorted angrily, "When have I ever denied anything?! Hmph! You're just taking advantage; your people know my situation while mine are unaware of yours. With such information asymmetry, your victory doesn't count."
The Dragon Elder huffed and puffed in response, "So you still want to deny it!"
The old man snorted but remained silent. It was clear he had no intention of admitting defeat.
The Dragon Elder glared at him in anger for a moment before calming down slightly. He then smiled leisurely and said, "I'm not angry; you don't need to be smug. I have a good successor now. In the future, the Ironclad Troops will surely surpass your Landing Troops. Aren't you still losing to me?"
The old man maintained a cold expression and did not respond, but it was evident that the Dragon Elder had struck a nerve.
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In the distance, two streaks of light glided through space like comets, racing out of the atmosphere of Planet D156. Even as they entered the vast Cosmos, their momentum did not diminish; their speed reached its peak as they continued deeper into the universe.
Onboard the aircraft, Yang Fang, Vera, and others surrounded Jufeng with worried expressions.
"Yang Ge, do you have a first aid kit?" Vera asked anxiously.
Yang Fang slapped his forehead upon realizing that he had been so moved that he completely overlooked Jufeng's injuries.
Just moments ago, at the critical moment in the mine, it was Jufeng who charged ahead, placing explosives on the high ground to create an opportunity for everyone to retreat. However, amidst the hail of bullets, he inevitably took three shots. Fortunately, none were fatal; two struck his arms and one hit his right leg, while his left arm was grazed and the rest were burns. At this moment, blood was gushing out profusely, and he had already fainted.
Thanks to Vera's reminder, Yang Fang quickly organized everyone to carry Jufeng to the medical room.
The medical room was fairly well-equipped. Once Hua Cheng and Ning Pangzi placed Jufeng on the operating table, Vera shooed everyone out.
"Yang Ge, don't worry. Feng has been injured before and couldn't afford a hospital; I handled it all for him."
Upon hearing this, Yang Fang ordered everyone to leave, feeling a bit more reassured. No wonder Ju Feng remained devoted to this wife through thick and thin; it turned out there were indeed solid reasons behind it!
With the outsiders dismissed, Vera began methodically preparing her instruments to extract the bullet lodged in Jufeng's left arm.
"Are you not planning to wake up? If I happen to be too rough when I operate and hurt you, don't blame me."
As Vera disinfected the surgical tools, she muttered to herself. The room was empty except for her and the unconscious Jufeng; if she wasn't talking to herself, what else could she do?
After a moment, a slightly weary voice indeed echoed in the empty medical room.
"Don't! Given our relationship, beautiful lady, please go easy on me. It would be terrible if you hurt me; it might affect your reputation."
It turned out that Jufeng was not unconscious at all; everything had been an act, including his anticipated injuries.
Fortune does not simply descend from the sky; what others perceive as luck is often the result of unseen efforts.
Seeing that Jufeng still had no serious demeanor even now made Vera feel a surge of anger, especially recalling how he had just taken advantage of her. Her face still felt slightly warm from that encounter.
After finishing the disinfection, Vera looked calmly at Jufeng, who was sprawled on the bed with a playful grin. She couldn't help but smirk slightly.
"Hang in there."
Vera smiled gently, then the scalpel swiftly descended, followed by a muffled groan from the infirmary.
Removing the bullet was a simple procedure for Vera; it was just a matter of skill. The entire process took about fifteen minutes, and soon Jufeng's wounds were all bandaged up.
Wiping the sweat from her forehead, Vera looked at Jufeng lying on the bed and threatened, "This is a lesson for you. If you dare to cross the line again in the future, I will make sure you suffer a hundred times more than today."
Jufeng lay there with his head tilted, revealing a set of white teeth. When Vera had been working on him, she hadn't held back; in fact, she had deliberately applied extra pressure, which had given Jufeng quite an "enjoyable" experience.
He chuckled, "If it were the old you, you wouldn't have wasted so many words. You just want me to do more reckless things; I understand, I get it."
In the end, Jufeng even shot her a flirtatious wink. However, moments later, another muffled groan echoed through the infirmary.
After about half an hour, Vera finally walked out of the infirmary, letting out a long sigh of relief. The others followed suit with their own sighs of relief.
"Yang Ge, he's awake."
As soon as Vera finished speaking, everyone rushed into the infirmary.
"Severely injured but recovering," Yang Fang didn't let anyone linger in the infirmary but instead arranged for Jufeng to be moved to the most luxurious room on the spacecraft for resting. Only Vera stayed behind to care for him while everyone else left.
A significant event had occurred on Planet D156. As a leader, Yang Fang needed to report to headquarters first. He had been worried about Jufeng and hadn't immediately addressed this matter; now that things had calmed down, he focused on his own responsibilities.
After spending a stable night, Jufeng's spirits improved, and Yang Fang returned to check on him.
"Yang Ge."
Jufeng saw Yang Fang arrive and was about to struggle to sit up, but was gently urged back down by Yang Fang.
"You're still being so formal with me. You've been injured and yet you're not resting properly. This will only make the younger ones blame me behind my back."
Jufeng chuckled, glancing at the somewhat reserved Vera, then turned his gaze back to Yang Fang and said, "I'm sorry, Yang Ge. I've caused you trouble. I didn't expect to be so useless and end up getting hurt."
Hearing this, Yang Fang's expression turned serious as she scolded, "Feng, you're blaming Yang Ge!"
Jufeng quickly denied it, but Yang Fang stopped his protests with a smile. "Yang Ge isn't blaming you, Feng. Don't worry. You saved Yang Ge and everyone else. The promise I made to you is still valid; from now on, we'll face everything together."
Jufeng's face showed gratitude, and he found it hard to contain his emotions. Yang Fang continued to comfort him for a long time before finally leaving.
(To be continued)
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