C273 Now We Really Have Money!

Bao Guo had disposed of all the bodies in the equipment room, severing every wire and circuit in a chaotic frenzy.

The fighter jet and its associated component boxes were all stashed away in his mental space. When they wouldn't fit, he casually tossed them into another dimension. By the time he returned, alarms were blaring.

"Damn, that was quick," he mused. "Too bad they're dealing with me