Myitkyina, several dozen miles away, the Kachin Army base, within the military camp.
An Apache Attack Helicopter was slowly descending from the sky.
The gust of wind stirred up by the propellers sent leaves scattering about on the ground, and from a distance, they looked like countless butterflies fluttering in the air.
The soldiers guarding the clearing felt as if a knife was scraping against their faces due to the turbulent air, even though they were at a considerable distance.
Nevertheless, they stood as straight as poles.
Their eyes brimmed with fervor as they looked reverently towards the helicopter's cargo door, which was about to open.
Finally, the armed helicopter came to a halt, and the cargo door slowly opened.
Luo Dayong, in full military dress, leaped down from it.
"The weaponry of the USA is indeed impressive."
"This time, the CIA finally came through. After complaining to them for so long, the Apaches I asked for have finally been delivered—two of them!"
