Qiu Tong stared at the few aircraft with a hint of lamentation in her eyes. She said in a mild tone, "These scrapped aircraft are all kept in this base."
"It's such a waste. They can be flown again with just a little repair and modification, but they're left lying here gathering the dust."
When the officer heard her words, contempt and disdain flashed across his face. However, because Song Yan was present, he could only pretend to be respectful and say, "You don't know."
"On the surface, these helicopters don't look like they have any problems, but various parts inside are already damaged beyond salvage."
"Several of them suddenly malfunctioned during flight and nearly crashed, so they were sent to this base."
Song Yan had one hand in his pocket as he lazily raised his other hand to pat the metal sheet of the helicopter. He had no intention of speaking up for Qiu Tong.