The next morning, Chen Ang had a beautiful rest for one night and came to a simple temporary airport nearby. After half of the port area was blocked, there were large concrete pouring roads here to act as runways. However, the requirements for the take-off runway of large passenger planes were so high that it had reached a harsh level, so a Kun-style fighter plane was parked here.

As soon as Chen Ang walked under the fighter plane, he saw Wu Jimmy put down the cabin door at his tail and said, "Hey! This is a big guy specially transferred from the headquarters for you. It is the most advanced fighter plane in the United States. It only takes three hours to fly to Africa."

"It takes off and drops once and costs a lot of money..." Wu Jimi introduced enthusiastically.

"How tall is it?" Chen Ang handed over his luggage to him and walked in calmly: "Is it as high as 280 million?"

Chen Ang just checked the market price of a dose of Shengyin potion in the evening.

Jimmy Wu's face was frozen. He was as embarrassed as if he had been punched on his face and was smiling. He smiled very reluctantly. Agent Mei, who was next to him, sighed in his heart: "After all, Wu has been in the field for a long time, and his professional level has to be improved! If he was the former One-Eyed Director here, he would definitely be able to remain calm based on his thick skin."

However, not everyone has the level of Nick, the director of One-Eyed Dragon. They are black-hearted people who can compete with elite politicians, and their skin color is too cheating! Not to mention whether Nick has lost the function of blushing, even if he blushing, others can't find out.

Chen Ang got on the Kun-style fighter plane, and after sweeping around, he looked disappointed and expressed his disappointment.

The interior space of Kun-style fighter jets is small, with two pilot positions at the head of the opposite plane, and people are sitting on it. The remaining space cannot even be installed with a small main battle tank. Chen Ang sighed: "I heard that Kun-style fighter jets were finalized during World War II. I didn't expect that they are still the best fighter jets in the United States. In recent years, the seventh-generation space fighter jets of the People's Revolutionary Federation have been eliminated and updated quickly. The space planes, small space warships and small and medium-sized spacecraft in the near-Earth planetary orbit have been updated for two rounds!"

The two S.H.I.E.L.D agents following Chen Ang were immediately dark. We treated you so well and warmly. We also took out S.H.E.L.D.’s the most advanced Kun-style fighter jet as a means of transportation. Can we slap in the face like this?

Chen Ang found a seat and made it down, and Agent Mei sat next to him.

The rear hatch slowly closed, Chen Ang turned to look at Agent Mei and said, "Have you never thought about going back to the motherland to take a look?"

Agent Mei did not expect Chen Ang to ask her this question at all. She was stunned and then shook her head and smiled: "Thank you for your kindness, but now America is my motherland. I was born and grew up here, and I am willing to die for it! And which one is your motherland? The one that originated five thousand years ago? Or the one that came from other universes three years ago?"

Chen Ang said: "It is all... the motherland is a cultural meaning word. It exists in blood ties and cultural heritage. Even if it is separated from a universe, as long as it recognizes the will of Chinese civilization, it is our compatriots. On the contrary, even if it comes from the same lineage, it will be a betrayal of the Chinese will. Then China will no longer be his motherland..."

Chen Ang turned his head and said calmly: "Just like you!"

Mei's face looked ugly. She wanted to say something, but Chen Ang was no longer interested in listening to her.

At this time, the person in the passenger seat in front of the bridge suddenly turned around and said, "The state is a political entity composed of people, and the motherland is a cultural concept. They should be separated, not mixed in one place."

Chen Ang did not express any surprise when he saw him, but said lightly: "The basic component of the People's Revolutionary League is civilization, not a country."

"You don't seem surprised to see me!" Strange said relaxedly. He seemed to have returned to his previous free manner. Chen Ang looked at his dark circles and sighed: "I'm very surprised that you didn't take advantage of this time to rest, but came to show off in front of me."

"What are you showing off?" Strange asked knowingly: "I didn't show off. I completed our two and three-day tasks in one night. And I was alone, with two assistants... they were all here to get a job, that is, the level of pulling hooks. I... I have completed thirteen surgeries alone!"

"The so-called three-day mission of Thirteen surgeries is just what you said!" Chen Ang said coldly: "And if you don't sleep, you will faint on the way to investigate! I won't delay. Once I get off the plane, I will go directly to Cairo to investigate... If you start resting now, there is still..." Chen Ang raised his wrist and looked at his watch: "There are still three hours left!"

"I'm not sleepy..." Strange said excitedly: "I had undergone three days and three nights of surgery in a row, and only took two hours to fly to London for a meeting. This little fatigue is just a piece of cake for me!"

"But at that time you must have not learned magic, nor summoned yourself in parallel time and space!" Chen Ang glanced at him, and there was a hint of guessing shock on Strange's face, and continued: "And you actually look down on yourself in parallel world, and this kind of arrogance surprised me very much."

"You made your future self hook last night?" Chen Ang exuded a contemptuous aura of 'I just looked down on you' and said to Strange: "Just like I asked you to do before? Tell me, why do you look down on yourself?"

Strange was provoked by Chen Ang and was about to explode. As soon as he spoke, Chen Ang interrupted him and said, "Wait... Let me think about it first. Is it based on your learning of my spells in surgical operations? Your spell system is learned from Kama Taj, so you use the spirit state to avoid the lack of surgical vision, and then what? Use the time gem to restore the wound? The time state of the degenerate fungi? Then remove the fungus that has just been infected?"

"I originally thought you could do better without gems!" Chen Ang said lightly.

"Have you ever checked which parallel space-time you can complete all the operations in one night without using the Ago Motorcycle Eye?" Seeing Strange not answering, Chen Ang continued to mock him: "Fortunately... at least you did not copy your own ideas, otherwise it would be really sad for someone who has no idea!"

"You know, what do you think of you saying 'We'll last at least three days'?" Chen Ang leaned against the cabin, looked down at Strange, and asked back.

Strange gritted his teeth and a word popped out from his teeth and said, "What?"

"I'm thinking..." Chen Ang hummed a syllable that was extremely contemptuous, "Ha!"

Strange felt that he had suffered the greatest shame in his life. His face turned red, and his eyes were bloodshot due to fatigue and anger. His blood-filled eyes stared at Chen Ang tightly.

Chen Ang was still calm, with the attitude of taking the three-point exam, and while pulling out a book to read it, he asked him: "So, these thirteen surgeries have passed. Do you have any supplements to the standard surgical procedures I created?"

Strange seemed to be hit by an arrow. He recalled what Chen Ang made. He was not easy to say. Because of the perfect surgical procedure, his face turned pale again. The high anger just now was extinguished. His face turned depressed and gritted his teeth and said, "I have no supplements!"

Chen Ang snorted lightly, "Ha!"

At least it's not that contemptuous!

Then he turned to the next page and praised: "It's okay... at least he did not change my standards arrogantly. He could understand and understand the essential details of my standards that seemed insignificant, and prove that you at least understood my standards, rather than just making 'opinions'. If that's the case, it would really disappoint me!"

Chen Ang raised his watch again and looked at it: "It's very energy-consuming to use spells. You'd better rest on the plane for a while, otherwise, when we arrive in Cairo, you might die at the hands of some wizard. If the new Supreme Mage dies in the corner of the Black Continent, it's really going to laugh out loud!"

After Strange proved himself, his originally high morale was severely hit by Chen Ang.

He no longer wanted to say anything! So the green ring of time of "Ago Motorcycle Eye" on his chest appeared on his right hand. He slowed down twice his time and prepared to lie down and sleep for a while.

Before going to bed, Chen Ang said unintentionally, "You'd better use that thing less!"

"Distracting from time in this universe will gradually lose the protection of the universe and attract the attention of some existences outside of time in the universe. They are watching the opportunity and ready to pull you out of time at any time. This universe is safe only within the timeline. The endless parallel world hides countless dangers. When those universes sink, you'd better make sure that you won't be dragged down together!"
Chapter completed!