Seeing Wang Chengzhu constantly lifting the seized materials up and down on the gyrocopter, and stacking them on the open deck at the stern of the Bilasher airship, Captain Mia Richter, who had been observing the storm at the control panel in the cabin,
I couldn't sit still anymore. I took the initiative to walk out of the semi-enclosed cabin and helped carry the bulging sacks into the cabin, and displayed them in an orderly manner in the open space of the rest area on the right side of the driving deck.
Wang Chengzhu flew the gyrocopter onto the airship again. He took off the marijuana bag that was hunched behind him and hanging under the fuselage. When he piled debris on the open-air promenade deck outside the apron, he realized that he had landed here before.
The number of packages was a little less. Just when he was wondering that things in the bright sword world would be automatically refreshed, he happened to see Captain Mia, who usually didn't talk to him much, come out, pick up the packages near the cabin and walk inside.
It turned out to be a misunderstanding. Wang Chengzhu angrily picked up the linen bags that he had piled into a small mountain and followed Mia into the cabin.