All I saw were small black dots under the ten "parachutes".

And each of these little black dots weighs 180 kilograms!!!

Fortunately, Han Feng knew what this was in advance...otherwise, he would have thought he was someone's "paratrooper".

"Luna, load the intruder fighter plane with slow-drop bombs."

"Okay, Team Korea."

As a reminder, Han Feng still stared at the falling bomb.

About seven or eight seconds later...

"Boom boom boom! Boom!! Boom boom!!!"

The slow-falling bombs detonated simultaneously a few meters above the ground...

Suddenly, there were continuous bombings!

After a long time, Han Feng felt a strong wind coming in front of him...it was the shock wave caused by the bomb.

Turning his attention to the system, Han Feng saw that the number of gold coins in the gold coin column was approaching 150,000.

Do some calculations... The air attack just now brought me 40,000 to 50,000 yuan in benefits.

"Report to the Korean team that the weapons of the invader fighter planes have been loaded."

"Keep bombing!"

"Okay, Team Korea."

Next, the control tower of the Air Force Command took over Han Feng's fighting will. He gave orders for Han Feng and controlled the battle of the fighter planes.

Watch the invader fighter plane take off, drop bombs, land, load bombs, and take off again...

Over and over again, Han Feng's gold coins accumulated at an extremely fast speed.

In less than twenty minutes, the invader fighter jets dropped all the slow-dropping bombs.

And all this also brought Han Feng a huge income of more than 200,000 yuan!

Han Feng, who was in high spirits, issued another order to build a slow-drop bomb.

This time, Han Feng ordered the production of fifty sets of slow-drop bombs!

Is there anything more enjoyable in the world than "making money" while lying at home?

After arranging all this, Han Feng took out a cigarette and lit it. Holding the cigarette in his mouth, he happily turned around and walked back to the hospital.

"Have you finished smoking?"

Seeing Han Feng come in with a cigarette in his mouth, Natasha curled her lips and asked.

"It's over, it's over~"

Han Feng subconsciously responded to Natasha and then sat on the chair.
Chapter completed!