"Relax. When Qiuqiu handles things, you can bet they'll go off without a hitch!"
Shen Bing smiled wryly. Who on earth had taught Qiuqiu to talk like that? It sounded so embarrassingly juvenile.
Then Qiuqiu disappeared, and Shen Bing finally had a moment to himself.
"Damn, there goes the whole sense of occasion." Shen Bing smiled bitterly. Trying to flirt with Yun Xue now felt a little unfair to her...
"Yun Xue..."
"Mm..."
"There's just so much to deal with. Sigh!"
"Mm, it's all right."
"How about... a hug?"
"You're awful..."
"Well, we've already hugged, so how about a kiss..."
On Gold Island in the Endless Azure Waves, five futuristic Fighter Aircraft stood in neat rows at the Airport.
They were the newly manufactured A2 Fighter Aircraft.
Four of the five Fighter Aircraft were being used to transport Nuclear Fusion Devices and Charged Particle Cannons, while the remaining one carried personnel!
Not living people, and certainly not dead people, but Robots.
Twenty Robots in total. Their task was to assemble the Nuclear Fusion Devices and Charged Particle Cannons on the moon.
Of course, that was not their only assignment. Since they were going all that way, what was the point of coming straight back? Wouldn't that waste energy? So Shen Bing had given them another task: building Phantom Immortal Technology's Outpost Base on the moon.
If even the Aliens could build a base on the moon, he couldn't fall too far behind, could he?
Of course, the real reason was not to compete with the Aliens out of spite, but to lay the groundwork for humanity's future presence on the moon.
Once everything was ready, the five Fighter Aircraft took off, disappearing into the horizon like a streaking meteor.
Less than half an hour had passed between Shen Bing