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There were a total of five aircraft transporting weapons this time, and the contents were almost comprehensive. As Jufeng looked at each aircraft, the weight in his heart grew heavier.
The first aircraft contained landing weapons, which were common military equipment from two hundred years ago. This was nothing surprising; after all, in large-scale battles, even thousands or millions of various firearms combined could not withstand a single shell from a battleship.
The second aircraft housed a significant upgrade in weaponry, featuring large-scale ammunition types, such as the onboard shells carried by fighter jets and the armored shells mounted on mechs. The variety was astonishing, including the jamming rays and isolation bombs that Jufeng frequently used during the Battle of the Plains against terrorists, as well as tracking missiles, all laid out for inspection.
The third aircraft was equipped with physical weapons mounted on mechs, such as the blade of a thermal sword and massive steel blades. As for the fourth and fifth aircraft, they were the main event: mechs.
This time, the Azure Dragon Monk transported a total of one hundred mechs. According to his calculations, this was still an unsatisfactory result compared to what he had hoped for. It was easy to imagine that if everything had gone according to plan, there would have been far more than five aircraft needed to accommodate them all.
Jufeng and Yang Fang surveyed the scene with heavy hearts; however, Yang Fang wore an expression of excitement, gazing at these weapons as if they were his children, almost rushing forward to kiss them.
"Jufeng," Yang Fang said proudly and excitedly, "look at these weapons! They are all made by us! With this first batch, the second batch won't be far behind. The era of expanding our territory is about to begin."
Upon hearing this, Jufeng felt a mix of gratitude and reluctance but nodded along. Suddenly remembering something from earlier, Yang Fang expressed even more gratitude: "Jufeng, you are truly loyal for giving such important credit to Yang Ge. No need for extra words; rest assured that as long as Yang Ge has a bowl of porridge to eat, you will never go hungry."
Feeling grateful, Jufeng managed to brush it off. However, to express his thanks to Jufeng, Yang Fang insisted that Jufeng choose his favorite weapon first. Considering this request sparked an idea in Jufeng's mind, he chuckled and said,
"Yang Ge, I do have a small request. My choice of weapon is secondary; could you let my brothers choose first? I feel like they were wronged during the incident with the boss earlier, and I want to take this opportunity to make it up to them."
After a moment's thought, Yang Fang agreed. After all, that incident was also a debt he owed Jufeng; he considered it compensation.
Jufeng was delighted by this response and quickly set aside his conversation with Yang Fang to discuss matters with Hua Cheng and the others.
Seeing Jufeng step away with no one around them, Hua Cheng spoke with concern: "Brother Jufeng, this time the terrorists are clearly well-prepared. Looking at these weapons, it's evident they have been mass-produced. If we don't eliminate them soon, it poses a significant threat to peace in the universe."
Jufeng understood his point and nodded: "Exactly. That's why we must act quickly. I've secured you all an opportunity to choose your weapons first. When you go inside later, take your time selecting carefully; there should be some clues about their manufacturing locations on the weapons. See if you can uncover anything useful. Remember to stay discreet and not reveal any weaknesses."
Hua Cheng received the order and led his group of brothers to seriously select candidates for the grand plan of universal peace. Unfortunately, after spending a great deal of time meticulously examining everything, they still found no clues.
It seemed that the Terrorist was too cunning and cautious, truly leaving no stone unturned.
The Azure Dragon Monk did not linger long on this planet. After handing over the weapons and enjoying a lavish welcome feast, he led his group away. They had arrived with five spacecraft in a grand procession, and they left with the same number, but they had left behind a significant threat to the peace of the universe.
Everything seemed to be Peaceful and Clear again. Yang Chou received the weapons and began training and adapting to them. Practice proved that these weapons from the Terrorist were quite adaptable and not poorly made. This added a greater burden to Jufeng's heart.
Three days later, on an afternoon at a Desolate Hill near the Terrorist's stronghold, Jufeng stood side by side with Chen Tan Hua, their clothes fluttering in the gentle breeze.
"You were so eager to find me; it can't be that you're planning to take action already. Aren't you being a bit too hasty?"
Chen Tan Hua noticed that since the Azure Dragon Monk's departure, Jufeng's brow had been marked by deep sorrow. If it weren't for his years of keen observation and experience in reading people, he might have missed it. However, he understood that emotions that are harder to detect often run deeper.
Jufeng smiled faintly and said, "You may have personal grievances, which can wait ten years; but mine is a national grievance—every minute we delay increases the danger to this universe."
Chen Tan Hua shrugged noncommittally and asked, "Do you need my help then?"
Jufeng tilted his head and glanced at the man who often wore a smile at the corners of his mouth, smirking as he replied, "Isn't this our collaboration?"
Chen Tan Hua was taken aback for a moment before realizing his verbal slip. He chuckled softly and nodded, "Right, exactly. How do you need me to cooperate?"
Getting down to business, Jufeng's expression turned serious as he said, "I hope to obtain the coordinates of this planet and an opportunity to transmit those coordinates."
Upon hearing this, Chen Tan Hua fell silent, contemplating Jufeng's intentions. It seemed he planned to capture everything in one fell swoop; he just wasn't sure if such an opportunity existed.
"This... is difficult, but not impossible. I need to go out for a while; Yang Chou is strict with himself about everything except women. When he gets bored with the women around him, he wants a new batch. I'll see if I can bring you along."
Jufeng was taken aback; he never expected Yang Chou to have such a peculiar habit, which was quite unbecoming of a soldier.
"Alright, I'll leave it to you. We shouldn't delay any longer; this way, we can both be free."
Once they finished speaking, a heavy silence fell between them. After a while, Chen Tan Hua added, "However, I have one request: no matter who you bring in to help, the one who ultimately kills Yang Chou must be me!"
Jufeng nodded in agreement. "You can rest assured. Don't think for a moment that I'm like the Cosmic Police; I have no regard for those humanitarian ideals."
When Jufeng referred to humanitarianism, he meant the protection of prisoners' rights and prohibitions against violence and arbitrary killings. However, these concerns held no weight for him. As long as he could learn the location of the Arms Factory from Yang Chou, what difference did it make to him whether Yang Chou lived or died?
After their discussion concluded, Jufeng returned home to wait patiently. Within a week, news from Chen Tan Hua indeed arrived.
(To be continued)
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