"Of course not! We obviously had some losses and consumption! We used fuel worth 20,000 Virtual Coins, broken ship tools worth 20,000 Virtual Coins, and poison worth 50,000 Virtual Coins." Jing Shu was racking her brain, thinking.
What else could be reported as reimbursable? What do they still lack? Jing Shu even reported every little prop used this time, as well as the diving suit's oxygen tanks, all of which are consumables after all, needing replenishment after use.
Finally, when there was genuinely no more loss or consumption to report, she gave up.
Watching Jing Shu's somewhat regretful expression, the corner of Code Seven's mouth twitched. Sure enough, the elite guards on the other end of the radio were all rendered speechless! They felt like hitting someone upon hearing this!
Look at this, is this even human speech?
