Everything at the Alien Base remained unchanged. The black Wormhole Gate in the center of the base still stood there silently.
Shen Bing stared at the wormhole.
It was a full hundred meters in diameter.
He wondered whether he was imagining things, but it seemed a little bigger than the last time he had seen it.
For now, there were no signs of alien activity around the wormhole.
"Master, I've been monitoring the area around the wormhole. They haven't sent anyone into it yet. We still have a chance," Qiuqiu said.
Shen Bing frowned and asked, "The Charged Particle Cannon can't attack the Alien Base, so all we have available are those five A2 fighter aircraft."
"Exactly! Those five aircraft!" Qiuqiu said.
Shen Bing asked, "Can their electric cannons really take down the Alien Base? Have you forgotten what kind of attacks those aliens are capable of? They might not be able to breach the A2 aircraft's adamantium alloy hulls, but powerful impacts could still damage the aircraft's internal components or cause malfunctions, just like what happened to Ghost No. 1... Ghost One..."
The diminutive Qiuqiu looked intently at Shen Bing, whose eyes also lit up with a peculiar gleam.
That's right! Ghost One! He's still inside the Alien Base.
Although Ghost One was currently imprisoned, and his combat strength was insufficient to take on the Alien Base.
There was one thing they must not forget: his power system was a small Nuclear Fission Reactor.
A nuclear reactor could provide power in peacetime, but when push came to shove, it could also be detonated.
Other ordinary nuclear reactors might not use fuel enriched to weapons grade, but the miniature Nuclear Fission Reactors developed by Phantom Immortal Technology most certainly did.
When Shen Bing had decided to send the A2 aircraft