document.write(-There was a sharp sound of brakes in the distance, but it didn't catch the attention of the slam.

At this moment, the tarmac where he was already full of people, and this group of people were all mercenary pilots who came to visit. They held up various models of mobile phones or tablets to take pictures of the J-10BM fighter, and some posed for group photos, as if they were attending an auto show.

According to the mercenary operation agreement promulgated after the end of the First Sino-Japanese War, ordinary mercenaries were not allowed to operate the active equipment of the government army. And the castle tower airport, the largest mercenary airport in the South Seas, actually has a mercenary who pilots the most advanced J-10BM fighter of the government air defense team, who doesn't want to come and see the excitement.

The ground crews of the government army are well-trained, and their hands and feet are much more numb than the hourly crews assigned to the mercenaries. At this time, the J-10BM had already quickly disassembled the unnecessary equipment in accordance with the instructions of the attack. The entire fuselage of the aircraft is lighter and nimble, like a war horse with heavy armor removed, and the muscles are bulging.

Seeing that the fighters had completed their rearmament work, Meng Attack asked the ground crew to go back to the government camp to rest first, and they stayed behind to wait for the operation to begin. He turned around and walked to the trailer next to him and sat down, stretched out his legs to calculate the details of the battle, and at the same time had to look at his own fighter, otherwise he would have to tear the crowd apart in a while.

At this moment, a guy dressed as a mercenary came to the crowd, clean and clean, and his camouflage uniform seemed to have just been ironed. The slender face with thin-rimmed glasses looked sven: "Excuse me, does this plane belong to you?" ”

"Well, what's the matter with you?" Look at the other party's polite wording, and try to pinch out a few honorifics as much as possible. But these words that I don't usually use feel really awkward when I come out.

"I'd like to take some pictures of your fighter jet, I don't know if I can get your permission." The four eyes with a thin face said, and at the same time held the camera in his hand with both hands.

At this time, Meng Zheng noticed the SLR camera hanging around the other party's neck, the original manufacturer's logo strap was replaced with a yellow-green camouflage cross belt, and the lens was also wrapped in camouflage cloth, and he raised his hand and said casually: "Of course, so many people are taking pictures, what's wrong with this." Are you a war correspondent? ”

"Sort of." The long-skinned face didn't say much after getting permission to be attacked, and immediately turned around and ran back to the fighter position, squeezing back into the crowd like an aunt grabbing a bargain during a big sale, shouting, "Get out of the way!" Get out of the way! Put your camera away! I'm the exclusive photographer for this aircraft and I get the exclusive license! If you want to take a group photo, line up here! 200 yuan once, swipe the compatriot card! ”

It turns out that this place is considered a tourist attraction, Meng Zhu smiled. He saw that the four-eyed man called a few helpers and hourly staff to maintain order, and lined up for the crowd to take a group photo one by one. I don't bother to care about it, so why not do it if someone maintains order.

However, he couldn't completely let his guard down, he sat on the trailer flatbed and stared at his fighter jet carefully, taking care not to let these "tourists" with guns and knives pull the airspeed tube and other precision sensors on the head of the motor, if these were damaged, they would be fatal in flight.

Occasionally, some people come to ask for autographs, and others come to ask questions. Gradually, Meng Strike has become a big star at the No. 1 mercenary airport in Nanyang.

Just as Meng was struggling to deal with the various "tourists" and at the same time take care of his plane, a quick shadow cut before his eyes, and before he could react, something was tightly strangled by his neck and dragged back.

With the strength and weight of the blow, ordinary people can't drag him. But the force was so great that it instantly dragged him off balance. With a thud, his entire body was dragged backwards by the force and slammed into the trailer.

The sudden attack from behind almost strangled Meng Blow, and by this time he had reached out and grabbed the thing that was strangling his neck, which was a very thick nylon leash. Fortunately, the rope is thick and the collar is also a little protected, otherwise I am afraid that the throat bone will be strangled