"What do you think the chances of winning are if you do this?" Prince Long asked hesitantly.
"It's hard to say. But I'm not optimistic that Zhuo Yifan can be solved in heaven." Qing Nu explained with some embarrassment.
Prince Long's face suddenly darkened, and then he nodded and said: "You are right, no matter whether you can kill him or not, it is always good to try. If you can succeed, it is best. If you can't, just treat it as a gift to Zhuo Yifan."
Give it a big gift. I think he will never forget it for the rest of his life!"
"I understand, Prince, I will make arrangements right away!" Qing Nu quickly nodded and agreed.
At this time, at a small airport in a country in the Middle East, two F16 fighter jets were quietly parked on the runway. On the empty lawns around them, stood two young men with Chinese faces.
"The prince said that the boss's operation in London failed and fell into the hands of the British government!" One of the young men said with a gloomy expression.
"Are you afraid that you will make the same mistake again this time?" Another young man asked with raised eyebrows.
"I can't tell. Now I just want to avenge the boss." A sneer appeared on the young man's face.
"Do you think that Zhuo Yifan can be killed with a fighter jet?" Another young man asked tentatively.
The young man gave him a strange look and explained disapprovingly: "Isn't our target Zhao Zhengyang?"
"But the prince has an order. If possible, kill him too!" another young man reminded.
"Since it's impossible, why bother persisting?" Hearing this, the young man sneered noncommittally.
"It's better to prepare early. In three hours, their plane will pass through this airspace. We only have ten minutes to act." Another young man shrugged noncommittally, and then put his helmet on.
On his head, he walked towards the fighter jet on one side.
"Are you excited for the upcoming aerial battle? You are really a restless guy!" A cold smile appeared on the corner of the young man's mouth, and then he put the helmet on his head and followed the guy in front of him to another place.
A fighter jet.
At an altitude of 30,000 feet, Zhuo Yifan was sitting in his seat with an indifferent expression, watching the scenery outside the window. An orange-red sun hung in the sky like a jade plate, and seemed to be swimming in a sea of white clouds.
Among them, the surrounding clouds and mist dyed red looked dreamy and unreal.
"Master Zhuo, everything is normal, nothing special has been discovered!" Zheng Dong came to Zhuo Yifan's place to report to Qianhui at this time.
"It's still early, we haven't reached the most dangerous area yet. After entering the Middle East, the situation will be difficult to predict!" Zhuo Yifan reminded lightly. It had just taken off less than two hours ago, and the calm sea does not mean that the danger is there.
Won't happen.
"With all due respect, is Mr. Zhuo prepared to personally deal with possible threats from fighter jets or missiles?" Zheng Dong frowned and asked uneasily.
"That's right. Of these people on the plane, I am the only one who can complete this task. Although your strength is good, you still lack something. I have ways to deal with them, so you don't have to worry about this!" Zhuo Yifan said very much.
He nodded confidently and explained.
"If possible, I would like to kill them on behalf of Master Zhuo!" Zheng Dong was silent for a moment, and then said with a serious expression.