Grinding Contribution Points-Praying for Divine Light

But it was already too late.

Those two missiles, along with the anti-aircraft guns the other Reincarnators had exchanged for, naturally tore the bombers out of the sky. Four B-17s immediately came crashing down, trailing thick clouds of smoke and wailing as they fell!

The Forester Team erupted in cheers.

"Yeah!" The man in sunglasses licked his lips, pleased as he watched the 50 Merit Points credited to his account in the system. "Exchanging for these surface-to-air missiles wasn't cheap! Good thing there are plenty of ways to make money here. Let's fire another one."

Forester stopped them from shooting and asked the Conqueror, "What exactly did you figure out?"

The Conqueror gritted his teeth. "Those despicable bastards! These bombers aren't part of the American forces at all. They exchanged for them!"

"What difference does that make?" Harley Woman said dismissively. "We shot down planes they exchanged with Contribution Value, so of course we hurt them!"

"But these bombers were nothing more than bait!" the Conqueror shouted, losing his composure. "They have no idea where we are. They summoned those bombers and pretended to fly from west to east just to pinpoint our position! You idiots!"

The Forester Team watched as the missiles streaked across the moonlit night, leaving clear trails in the sky. The smoke had yet to clear. With their opponents' computational abilities, they could indeed work out the location of their transport ship!

"Didn't they see through your Mental Power barrier?" Forester asked hurriedly.

The Conqueror nodded. "My Mental Power barrier is like electromagnetic interference. It creates a huge blank area in their Mental Power scans. But they can still infer our approximate position and use our movement to guess our destination. My Mental Power Concealment covers a radius of over a hundred nautical miles, though. Without