Eight hours later.
Passing over Oman.
The airplane entered Saudi territory.
At this moment.
The landscape below had transformed from the Blue Sea into an expanse of wilderness—lifeless and desolate. Yet, the rich mineral deposits hidden beneath this barren land allowed Saudi Arabia, a less developed country, to live almost as if it were a developed one.
"Tangtang, are we almost there?"
Lin Jiaxue walked up from the back.
"Mhm, look."
Tang Qing pointed to a screen on the airplane, which displayed not only the distance and flight path but also the countdown to arrival. It also featured all the planes within a thousand-kilometer radius, represented as dots on the screen.
Radar?
No.
These were satellite feeds transmitted in real time. In addition to yellow dots, there were quite a few red ones too, representing aircraft with certain offensive capabilities.
Nationality tags were also indicated.
USA.
It stood out conspicuously.
Faced with this.
