Capturing the Millionaire’s Heart on Divorce Day

Chapter 0114

The buzz and excitement on the domestic internet were unknown to Madison, who was sleeping in a foreign country.

The next morning at seven o’clock sharp, the whole team assembled, all dressed in their respective airline’s captain uniforms, following Old Gao to the competition venue.

The competition took place on a vast parade ground used for military reviews, an impressive expanse.

The nearby streets were under martial law, forbidding the passage of vehicles, and the airspace within the vicinity was also cleared.

Upon arrival at the site, all competitors gathered behind the grand square, where an open field was lined with an estimated hundred and eighty aircraft of various types.

The first event was the team competition.

The order of appearance was determined by drawing lots. This time Charlie drew the number eight, placing them as the last to perform.

The pressure was immense.

Eight teams, representing eight countries.

Only nations with a certain level of prowess participated in the international exhibition match, and although it was just an exhibition, government representatives watched closely in private.

Team P was the first to take the stage, previous champions with strong capabilities.

The group event was the same for all teams: a simulated crash landing.

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Team P went first, while the rest observed from below. Besides them, thousands of spectators sat in stands a hundred meters away from the square, with the seating alone accommodating forty thousand people.

Those unable to purchase seat tickets crowded around the venue, creating a sea of humanity.

A massive relay screen was installed in the middle of the spectator

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Due to the absence of a nearby sea, the shores were a kilometer or two away from the grand square, requiring the relay of images.

At the same time, the global live broadcast kicked off.

The number of people watching online from each country

skyrocketed, with viewers in the billions.

Countless eyes were locked on Team P.

In international competition, simulated crash landings are judged on completion, grace, and how close to the ground one can get, combining these for a comprehensive score.

The team event had a perfect score of ten, awarded only to the team, not individual members.

The judges were professionals from four different countries, known for their strict and fair assessments. There have been no instances of unfair scoring in previous events.

Madison watched Team P’s group of four intently through the big

screen.

Minutes later, she couldn’t help but applaud.

Worthy of being champions, especially the pilot responsible for the simulated crash landing. According to the comprehensive score

displayed on the big screen, their minimum distance was 3.1 meters.

They scored an impressive eight points.

This was quite high already.

Team S, K, and C followed.

Their skills were comparable, each achieving a score of seven points.

Then came Team Y and R.

Their performances were not particularly striking, failing to surpass Team P, and both received a score of 6.8.

For a simulated crash landing, merely succeeding was commendable. To perfect it required extensive experience.

Team M was the seventh to perform.

Their fighter jet’s arrival was met with thunderous applause from the stands, deafening even to Madison and her team waiting behind the

square.

They had numerous supporters.

After all, they were two-time reigning champions.

Madison watched intently as the jet responsible for the simulated crash approached the sea surface, then soared towards the sky, drawing even louder cheers.

Old Gao’s expression grew serious.

Team M scored an impressive nine points, and their minimum distance for the simulated crash landing was…

2.8 meters.

The same distance Madison had achieved during her trial.

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To match that score now, Madison needed to surpass her previous performance, even if by a mere centimeter.

Team M quickly flew back to the square. As they passed the team about to perform, they cast a disdainful glance.

Madison led the way, silent.

At this moment, there was no point in a war of words; winning

against them would be the ultimate retaliation.