The weather was uncooperative, with endless clear skies.
The Conquerors had already suffered once; how could they let others take advantage again? Every day, someone was surveilling the deck. Even when they chose to launch at night, their hot air balloon was shot down before it was fully inflated with hydrogen.
There were plenty of high-level individuals, and one person even brought a piston-style wooden airplane onto the cruise ship, greatly shortening preparation time. As long as the engine was launched, it worked.
The Conquerors noticed the anomaly, and when they fired to stop it, the airplane had already begun taxiing on the deck. Despite taking a few hits, it still successfully took off.
"Goodbye, everyone!" The pilot saluted with his hand on his forehead, ready to ascend in altitude and fly at full speed. Suddenly, the airplane exploded into a ball of fire.
"Bah, what an idiot!" A group leader looked at the falling plane, tossing away the detonator in his hand.
