Zhang Guanglie frowned slightly, looked at the forty black fighter jets on the flight deck, and said coldly:

"Let's go head-to-head, let's give it a hard fight! I think at least our storm is stronger than his, right?"

No. 3 chuckled and said:

"It's up to you! There are quite a few of them!"

Zhang Guanglie nodded and said:

"How much is your estimate?"

No. 3's smile instantly faded and he said coldly:

"Three hundred and twenty!"

Zhang Guanglie smiled coldly:

"Eight to one, let's fight!"

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Chapter completed!