Mercenary
"Are there any requirements for this entry permit?" He Ao asked slowly.
"You need to fill out a whole pile of identity documents, and you need someone to vouch for you," Anke took a deep breath. "It's nothing for a trade caravan, but ordinary people have a hard time getting one unless they're mercenaries or have some special status that lets them enter the city directly, like when I entered Wiskart before."
At that, he suddenly paused, realizing something. "Right! Mercenaries!"
He lowered his head to check the Floating Fighter Jet's remaining battery power, then began turning it around. "Old man, we might have to go back near the camp."
"Looks like you've already figured out how to get into the city?" He Ao asked with a smile.
"A somewhat risky method." Anke glanced at the dwindling charge and took a deep breath. "But for now, it seems to be the only way."
He Ao said nothing more. He simply watched as Anke flew the Floating Fighter Jet back near the camp, then operated the surveillance screen, searched around for a moment, and adjusted their position.
A moment later, he brought the Floating Fighter Jet to a stop in midair and asked slowly, "Old man, do you know how to land this fighter jet?"
"No," He Ao answered honestly. "I only watched the takeoff tutorial just now."
Hearing that, Anke hurriedly opened the operating manual, flipped to the controls section, and quickly found the page on landing.
But at that moment, the low-battery warning icon on the control screen began flashing furiously.
"Battery depleted. Please land immediately. Shutting down the engines."
"Battery depleted. Please land immediately. Shutting down the engines."
The Floating Fighter Jet hanging in the air began shaking violently out of control. The power supply to its