"Report to the commander-in-chief! The second wingman of the flight company has lost contact!" "The screen flashed red, and a picture with the portrait of the pilot suddenly grayed out, the machine's system was able to remotely link the pilot's vital signs of the flight squadron, and at this time, the portrait lost color, which meant that it ...... The first victim has already appeared among the pilots.

"Luo Hou! What are you doing? Isn't the retreat order already issued? Why does the radar show that the position of your troops is still outside the military deployment area?!" The general grabbed the walkie-talkie and roared loudly to the other end of the communication in a questioning tone, no matter what era it is, the difficulty and personal value of the training of air force pilots are difficult to measure, not to mention that this is an elite soldier belonging to the ace fighter squadron, thinking of the losses caused by the continued delay, the green tendons on General Ye's neck rose rapidly due to the rise in blood pressure.

However, the reply did not appear, just as General Ye wanted to convey the inquiry again, on the screen in front of him, the portrait pattern of the No. 3 wingman pilot suddenly dimmed, and the signal curve of the pilot's vital signs suddenly calmed down from ups and downs.

A lone humanoid target, in just a few minutes, crushed an F22 fighter plane piloted by two ace pilots? Or at a height of thousands of meters, with bare hands?

It's really...... Isn't it a dream?

Phoenix stood in the middle of the command seat, his face was calm as usual, but the two fingers holding the cigarette butt trembled slightly imperceptibly, he turned his head and whispered to his assistant Ryan beside him: "Xuanyi, he ...... Is the transfer gone?"

"The convoy escorting Xuan Yi is about to leave the city limits, and this operation is still in charge of Mercer's group, please rest assured. Ryan reported to work in a calm tone as always, his eyes moving slightly, and some doubts quietly grew in his heart.

Through the conversation between the director and the general, it seems that everyone present has already decided that the unknown target who is massacring soldiers at this moment is the so-called [real Xuanyi], but, based on the experience that Ryan has gained from following Phoenix for many years, he can conclude that the director is a man who will never waste the slightest time between himself and others, even if it is an important bait for the encirclement plan, he will not deliberately waste a word with him as he did just now, let alone ...... Ryan had seen with his own eyes the terrifying power that Xuan Yi displayed when he killed Han Fei in Rain City, how could such a character be just a bait in the name of a fake?

So...... Who is the real Xuanyi?

............

The pilot gasped violently, not because of the load of performing various difficult flight maneuvers, but because of the most primitive negative emotion that had filled his body and mind - fear.

According to the instructions of the combat commander, even if it sounds ridiculous, they also tilted the ammunition with all their strength in the direction of the target's fall, and the moment the figure hit the ground, tons of cannon fire had covered the entire area like rain, and the once peaceful park was overturned by the waves of earth set off by successive explosions, the lawn burned, the green trees were shattered, and even the surrounding pond was shattered and splashed, they rose from the ground in an instant, and each dropped a gasoline incendiary bomb to bombard the target at close range, and the violent black smoke and fireballs suddenly rose and spread between the messy parks, as always, the ace air force once again completed the task perfectly,

That's how it should be.

Just as the pilot of the third wingman was about to press the intercom to report, an abrupt crash suddenly sounded above his head, as if the sound of some fragile object breaking seemed to be spreading, he looked up, and a terrifying palm burning to the skin and charred flesh choked his throat from top to bottom—

"Molotov cocktails, this kind of injury is very painful to repair, do you understand?" In the pilot's panicked gaze, a skull that could be called the art of coal carving appeared in front of his eyes, and outside the hole of the shattered fighter windshield in the cockpit, the charred black figure that had almost been charred shattered the already cracked windshield with a punch, and the thick black fog appeared strangely everywhere on his body. One of the ace pilots who has seen countless strange abilities, the pilot of the third wingman has witnessed a strange scene that has never been seen before in his life.

First of all, the charred black skull was like a rough work of art, and in the two deep black hole sockets, a black mist like flames instantly ignited, and then spread to every corner of the head. I saw that the muscle texture, blood vessels, nerves, skin, and hair of this body quickly recovered to an unharmed state in just a few seconds, and finally two rolling eyeballs appeared out of thin air in the eye sockets that should have been completely burned into nothingness. It's like someone pressed the rewind button with the remote control outside the screen, no matter how fatal the injury, all the wounds caused by the fire coverage have returned to their original status at this moment, and the only reversal is the offensive and defensive contrast between the Anonymous and the pilot.

"It doesn't matter if it's painful, my clothes have been damaged by you...... Well, it's burned, it's a pretty good piece of clothing, the original owner took it very seriously, and he won't let go even if he dies, do you understand?" The wind brought by the high-speed movement of the fighter plane made the man's long hair like a wild lion, and his hand twisted as if nothing happened, only to hear a cruel sound of cracking bones coming from the cockpit, and Anonymous dragged the body out of the seat and threw it out of the cabin, and sat down in the cockpit himself.

"Well, it's nostalgic. Anonymous lifted the joystick, and the fighter plane, which had fallen due to the loss of the pilot, flew again with its head held high due to the change of ownership, as if he suddenly noticed something, and he picked up a photo sandwiched between the dashboards, in the picture, a happy photo of a family of three, "Ha, it's pitiful." After briefly expressing his thoughts, Anonymous pursed his lips, then released his fingers, and let the photo be swept out of the cabin by the huge wind pressure turbulence.