My Little Mom is the Richest

Mu Xiao just remembered the business. Mu Xue's life and death were uncertain, but she shouldn't be entangled with Mu Qiu here over such trivial matters. "Please explain the situation clearly, who did it?"

"I interrogated that person's subordinates, and I could only get a name that I don't know if it is his real name, which is Wang Fuqu. Just now, my mother helped me check his residence in Suzhou city, but the name of the owner of that villa Called Wang Wei."

"I don't know which name is the real name of the person who kidnapped Mu Xue?"

Mu Xiao frowned and thought deeply, a person's identity may have many layers, but as long as he is in the Chinese realm, he must have a legal ID card. Otherwise, this person will be in a lot of trouble.

Now that he has obtained two names, Mu Xiao can go to the Suzhou Police Station to investigate all the information about this person. This can greatly shorten the time they spend searching for Mu Xue's whereabouts.

After thinking calmly, Mu Xiao said to Mu Qiu, "Let's go to the Suzhou Police Station and investigate this person." Mu Qiu nodded, and at this time, the sound of planes roared in the air again.

Everyone looked up and saw four fighter jets flying over the abandoned factory from a distance. Mu Xiao, who was on the side, recognized that the four fighters flying over were third-generation fighters manufactured by China. Maybe it was because they were in a hurry when they arrived.

They did not notify the Suzhou City Air Defense Force, which led to the inspection of these fighter planes. Although they were flying fighter planes made in China, the air defense forces here still wanted to question them.

A loud sound spread through the intercom on the plane and circled over the factory. "This is the 308th Army of the Suzhou Air Defense Air Force in China. Please show your identity!"

The tone was very harsh and did not tolerate any kindness. Mu Xiao, who was standing at the bottom, waved to the soldiers above to ask them to come down for inspection. After seeing Mu Xiao's sign language, the soldier hovering in the air took out his pager and shouted to the four fighters in front of him.

"We are the Chinese Wolf Warrior Squadron, a special operations brigade. Please invite friendly forces to inspect the factory below you." After the soldier finished speaking, it took a while for the fighter planes over there to respond.

A rope ladder was thrown from a fighter plane, and then four soldiers with loaded guns descended from the rope ladder to the factory gate. A young soldier kept staring at the D180 fighter in front of him, with a look of envy in his eyes.

After all, among the fighters currently in service, this fighter is one of the best in terms of appearance and performance. All pilots who have flown it have praised its superior capabilities. It’s just that the manufacturing process of the D180 is too delicate.

The materials required are also very rare, so there have never been twenty D180 fighters built in China. At this time, three D180s suddenly appeared here, which was not a surprise to these pilots.

Some of them have only heard of its good name from others, but have never seen what it looks like. Now that I saw it, it certainly lived up to its reputation. It had a streamlined appearance and two precision-guided bombing ballistic missiles hanging on both sides.

But it does not affect its flight speed. Equipped with the first domestic Wolf Smoke engine, it can show excellent combat capabilities in long-range attacks, and the time required for short-range acceleration is unmatched by other third-generation aircraft. . ,,.