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"You need to split the money into two accounts for the transfer." Allen Zhang immediately provided the official Foundation account and website, guiding them to deposit the final payment for the arms into the Armed Nation's account, with the other sum from the helicopter sale going into the Foundation.

"Okay." The female manager sent the account details to her department and soon said, "Mr. Jin, our finance department has already made the disbursement."

"Ok."

Allen Zhang quickly received a text notification, one sum was deposited into the Armed Nation's account. Another sum was transferred into the Hanberger Foundation.

Feeling good, he shook hands with her, "It was a pleasure doing business, Ms. Paulina, send my regards to your Resistance Army leader, and you're welcome to place more orders with us in the future if needed."

"There will be a chance. But our people are not very familiar with the small bird helicopters, could you have your people explain the instructions?" the female manager added.

"That's no problem."

Allen Zhang immediately arranged for Beggar Gang Disciples to teach them flying skills, knowing they intended to purchase armed helicopters and surely recruited professional Air Force pilots, getting the hang of it shouldn't be a problem, they could quickly learn to fly the small bird helicopters... presumably.

The General Sect Leader looked up as the helicopter rose into the high sky, swaying left and right as if performing acrobatics, which startled him for a moment, but luckily, the aircraft circled for a while then landed smoothly.

The Resistance Army member piloting the helicopter was exhilarated, his face flushed red, and after getting off, he chattered excitedly sharing his experience with other teammates.

While everyone was happy, only the Beggar Gang Disciple broke out in a cold sweat, coming over to the General Sect Leader muttering, "WTF, where did they find these so-called professional pilots? They almost triggered the fire control radar and nearly crashed!"

"What's wrong? Was there a problem? They haven't attended a military academy, they are self-taught civilians, used to be pilots of water gliders, that shouldn't be a problem, right?" the female manager asked.

"No problem... I think I've taught him how to enter the hover mode, he handled it pretty well. But you still need to enlist professionals to understand radar and coordinates," the Beggar Gang Disciple breathed a sigh of relief.

What kind of ragtag group is this?

Just charging in headfirst?

Is this still the 21st century?

"We will consider hiring professional Air Force personnel," the female manager immediately responded.

The transaction completed, they learned how to operate the armed helicopter, boosting their armed strength, and the General Sect Leader received the payment, all were pleased.

He politely declined their invitation to visit their city to avoid overthinking, as this was on their turf.

Watching the Resistance Army team leave, Allen Zhang also sent a message to Bailey, asking him to bring over his Cirrus SF50 to pick up a few people.

The SF50 was much faster than the small bird helicopter, traveling at 500 kilometers per hour, it took less than half an hour to reach the town on the border line, the General Sect Leader saw the Fathead Shark dive down, landing on the crude runway.

"What kind of runway is this!?" Bailey complained as soon as he opened the door: "Boss, a few more hard landings like this and your wheels are done!"

"Your wheels are the ones done, did you think this was Los Angeles? The developers spent their money on villas, buying coco, and women, there's no money left for fixing roads here. This is already the flattest airport runway around, stop complaining, let's go back," Allen Zhang said irritably as he boarded the private plane.

Sitting down, he let out a long sigh of relief, nothing beats his own private plane.

He didn't want to sit in the crappy armed helicopter's cabin ever again.

Bailey kept babbling as he started the Cirrus Fathead Shark, sprinted into flight, and left the small town at the US-Mexico border heading for California, Los Angeles.

The journey there went smoothly, but on the way back, they received a warning from the border control tower.

But fortunately, no incident occurred, and after sending a message to Blitz, they smoothly entered the country.

All thanks to the money power wielded by the General Sect Leader!