"Xiao Shiba, come here."
Qin Ling shouted, and a thin, small boy who looked very quick-witted ran over.
"You fly the helicopter back with Nineteen, Twenty, and Twenty-One. The four of you. Then bring back three more helicopters."
Qin Ling had discussed this with the people at the base for a long time. The number of Crystal Stones mentioned in that email was definitely huge—it wasn't just a matter of one or two.
Besides, although he didn't know how Tang Mo had estimated it, judging from the circle she drew, the payload of a single helicopter would definitely not be enough.
He couldn't trust anyone from the base with this matter, so he could only have his own men make another trip.
"Roger that." Xiao Shiba received the order and immediately went to gather the others, moving with swift efficiency.
"The names for your men are certainly convenient. Is that big guy Number Two?"
Tang Mo pointed curiously at the burly man who had carried Xianxian out.
