A large transport plane, painted with the Great Xia national flag, is circling in the sky.
The sea below is called "East Hanhai," the ocean between Great Xia and the Ying Sang Kingdom.
Two pilots are speaking in low voices.
"The plane has been circling for ten minutes, the radar shows no activity."
"Should we contact the higher-ups again?"
"Let’s wait a bit longer, just asked them and got scolded for having no patience."
"Flying transport planes for over ten years, this is the first time encountering such a weird mission."
"Picking someone up over East Hanhai, this is too far-fetched, how do you pick someone up in such a place?"
"The higher-ups won’t say clearly, just said it’s confidential."
"If it weren’t for the official order, I’d really suspect someone is joking with us."
As soon as the word "joking" was mentioned.
A tapping sound suddenly came from the side window glass of the cockpit.
The captain at the main pilot seat instinctively turned his head and almost jumped out of his seat from fright.
He clearly saw a blurry figure outside the glass window.
Because of the seatbelt, even if the pilot wanted to jump up, he couldn’t.
The co-pilot also saw the blurry figure, and his face turned pale with fright.
A hoarse voice simultaneously sounded in their minds.
"Gentlemen, good afternoon!"
Upon hearing this greeting, the two pilots felt as though they had seen a ghost.
The hoarse voice immediately followed: "Mission codeword ’East Han ferry,’ I am your pick-up target."
The two pilots, previously white-faced from fright, regained a bit of color.
Because the words "East Han ferry" were indeed the codeword given to them by the higher-ups.
At the time, they didn’t understand what "ferry" meant.
Now the two pilots fully understood.
The hoarse voice sounded for the third time: "I’m coming in!"
The blurry figure disappeared.
The two pilots immediately heard an odd voice from behind.
"You may call me Mr. Ghost, thank you both for your assistance."
They turned their heads in sync, feeling a chill up their spines.
Only to see the blurry figure standing behind them.
How did this Mr. Ghost get in?
The blurry figure, also known as Yang Fan, spoke: "Is this plane flying directly to Shapudian?"
The two pilots couldn’t speak, only mechanically nodding.
Seeing how scared the two were, Yang Fan asked helplessly: "By the way, is there a place to rest?"
The two pilots nodded again and again.
The captain finally composed himself a bit, picked up the communicator, and said: "Liu Xiao, come to the cockpit and take a guest to the lounge."
A female soldier arrived.
She saw Yang Fan’s eerie appearance and also turned pale.
But the female soldier’s psychological quality was decent, she made a "please" gesture: "This way, please."
The two left one after another.
The cockpit door closed.
The two pilots exchanged glances, still visibly shaken.
The captain directly connected to the radio: "Calling the command center."
A reply immediately came: "Command center received, what’s the matter?"
The captain couldn’t help but complain: "This mission is too daunting, I almost had a heart attack from fright."
The command center was puzzled: "Why is the mission daunting?"
The captain recounted the entire process and added: "Can I not be sent next time? I really don’t want to experience it again."
The command center was silent.
This mission was a commission from the army, they also said this superpower user’s ability is somewhat intimidating.
But from the captain’s description, it’s beyond intimidating.
Tapping on a porthole of a flying transport plane, is this something a normal person does?
The female soldier opened the door to a cabin and said: "Mr. Ghost, this is your prepared lounge."
Yang Fan nodded and asked a question: "By the way, how many people were dispatched domestically to support Shapudian?"
The female soldier answered: "The higher-ups dispatched a total of fifteen divisions to support Shapudian, the first batch of three divisions has already set out."
Yang Fan was slightly surprised.
The female soldier continued: "Mr. Ghost, please call anytime if you need anything."
The female soldier left on her own and thoughtfully closed the cabin door.
Yang Fan clicked his tongue: "Fifteen divisions, quite the grand gesture."
At the time, he casually suggested dispatching ten divisions, never expected Great Xia’s top officials to be so determined.
Given Great Xia’s strong presence on the East Continent, Shapudian wouldn’t and couldn’t have the courage to refuse.
This transport plane was "shaken" out by him through satellite phone contact with the Great Xia military.
After all, from the Ying Sang Kingdom to Shapudian Kingdom, the straight-line distance is nearly 3000 kilometers, really too far.
With Golden Eagle’s flight speed, it would take at least ten hours of continuous flight, riding the military transport plane is much faster.
The military was quite straightforward, directly dispatching a transport plane here.
Yang Fan sat down, observing outside through the round window.
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To ordinary people, this is quite a magnificent view.
But having bird companions, often observing the sky and earth through their eyes, he’s long since tired of such scenery.
Yang Fan withdrew his gaze, secretly thought: "Great Xia will eventually integrate Canglan Star, this seems to be the first step."