The Whoopaniard is like a black hole, and no one can break free from its infinite charm. It represents darkness, negativity, reverse, killing and destruction, all those that are deeply suppressed in people's hearts and waiting to be released. The place where it exists is the core of the fall of the world. Although people stay in their physical places, the civilization made up of human hearts is collapsing and collapsing towards the same point.

Perhaps, as Arnold said, the place where the Whoopian Ghost is located is the place where the potential energy is lowest. The most egalitarian, the most chaotic.

At this moment, the combat control integrated information display screen of the spy ship Uranus is the best proof of this.

Almost all of the telecommunications in and around the former United States were directed to the vicinity of Kansas and Colorado, and the once strongest armed forces of mankind were gathering at Fort Leavenworth. The center of the Whooping Day formed a multi-layered ring cluster outward, and the Uranus's combat center system marked the first circle as the Southern Army, and the second circle as the Northern Free Army, and countless fighters circled around the center point, as if forming a halo.

The target image in the middle layer is more interesting, the Uranus is marked as "unidentified object", and there are a large number of them, and a large number of fast-moving objects are converging towards the Whoopers, but instead of flying in a straight line, they are performing evasive maneuvers, like a large school of fish dodging the sharks. According to intelligence analysis, the unidentified objects are large or even super-large electronic jamming base stations called exorcism towers, and the operators judge these unidentified objects to be unmanned fighter jets of private military companies.

The outermost circle has few bright spots, and the Uranus combat system is marked "friendly" and is all green. It was the snow combat team that took off from the Glorious Liaoning, refueled in the air many times, and traveled long distances to command and lead this unit directly under the Central General Staff, which was the reason why the Glorious Uranus joined the fleet to fight the rebellion.

Uzhige's snow combat team is getting closer and closer to its target, and will soon reach this airspace.

Inside the navigation bridge of the Glorious Liaoning, Captain Zhang saw that the Uranus did not move, and knew in his heart that he was a qiēshun lì. The First Sino-Japanese War was not a real war, it was not a battle to achieve the goal, but a ploughing and sowing of seeds, and now it seems that the harvest is good.

Under the ruins of war, it's not just the Hundred Days Ghost.

The fact that the first year is buried is like the treasure of the golden beetle in Poe's pen, with secrets buried secrets, corpses covered with corpses, and layers upon layers.

Captain Zhang sat in the center of the bridge, looking at the distant horizon and the shadow of the leading destroyer, with mixed feelings. If Uzhig arrives in time and completes the mission according to the original plan, then another layer of camouflage will be put on top of the secret. However, at least he can extract the souls of his former subordinates, so that those unwilling heroic spirits can be transcended, and he can die in peace, and he can calmly meet the old department in Huangquan in the future.

The distance in the eastern Pacific Ocean is foggy, and there shouldn't be sea fog here, could it be that a series of nuclear explosions have affected here. Captain Zhang didn't seem to be able to guess where the future would go, he had done his best, and then he had to see if the rumored attack was really that powerful.

The storm over the former U.S. continent is accumulating energy, and the people in the eye of the storm are still unaware.

Until this time, the leader of the combined air defense team of the Northern Free State still did not notice anything wrong, he did not possess such insight.

F36's move left Bill the head wolf dumbfounded.

It slowly approached itself, its one eye shining with a cold light, like some kind of animal that had been wild after escaping from its home, and it had long since forgotten all the emotions and past events with its master. But at this moment, Bill read something in its strange eyes, and it felt strange and couldn't tell. F36 seems to be asking himself but not talking about it, as if Bill himself should know what it wants to ask and what it wants.

What should you give it yourself.

At this moment, Bill the head wolf suddenly felt a little lost. The beast in front of him had been away from him for so long, could it remember Bill, what kind of Bill it wanted to see? Unconsciously, Bill relaxed, and the human-computer interaction device on his left arm seemed to sense this wonderful situation, and then the fighter also returned to calm, the fire control system was turned off, the bomb bay function was switched, the cannon was stopped on standby, and even the throttle was recovered to 75% of the ordinary cruising state, like a leisurely stroll.

The F36's "eyes" seem to have changed. Although it was just the IR search and aiming function that stopped working, it looked like a process of slow easing of the frightened eyes. It seemed to have received a satisfactory answer, terminated all self-defense and attack systems, and resumed its level flight; The crew door guard under the fuselage is lowered downwards, as if waiting for a hug.

So what are you waiting for. Bill saw the F36's hatch open and instantly understood what it meant. He set the F35E to automatic return to home mode. Then pull the rod and eject without hesitation. With a blow to the ground, the detonating cord blows the canopy to pieces, the ejection seat starts the rocket engine, and it ejects violently along the outstretched guiderail, leaving the fighter with the head wolf Bill, and the F35E can be set up to automatically return to the friendly base after the pilot parachutes, so as to avoid the wreckage falling into the hands of the enemy.

Bill, the head wolf, skydived on his own initiative, and he knew that F36 was waiting.

The seat rocket burned, the foot limit belt was unlocked, and the ejection seat fell on its own, and Bill did not open a parachute, but looked at the F36. It seems to have received some kind of induction and began to emit docking numbers. Bill's mechanical prosthetic leg quickly completed the system connection and number jù exchange, ejecting the hook to the predetermined position. The hook shoots in the direction of the F36, and Bill looks at it as well. He believed that the beast remembered him.

Unsurprisingly, the F36's Fulton-style catcher grabbed Bill's launch hook, and the winch quickly tightened, pulling Bill inside, placing him in a special seat, and closing the hatch. It's like a male lion returning to the wilderness when he meets his owner again, and that strange sense of pleasure comes back to him, so that he can't help but hold Bill tightly in his arms.

This scene completely stunned Casey behind him.

Kathy Green is the one who knows Bill best, and she knows when Bill needs herself and when he should be gone. Bill's reaction just now was clearly to tell Casey that he didn't need her; And Casey didn't dare to step forward, just silently guarded behind Bill to prevent F36 from shooting from Bill's back, after all, it was already a wild beast. But she really didn't think that F36 remembered Bill, so she hugged him into her arms.

Not only Kathy, but almost everyone was dumbfounded. In particular, the members of the Northern Free State Air Defense Force all found it hard to believe that this was true.

Bill sat back in the cockpit of the F36 again, with mixed feelings. In any case, the F36 that I loved so much is back with me again, which is better than anything else. As for what happened, he himself was not quite sure.

On the status monitor in front of you, a qiē is normal. In contrast to the F36 system, Bill's mechanical prosthetic is the main system, and after the prosthetic is cross-linked, it begins to be updated and rewritten, cutting off the parts that come from the whoopers. Bill looked at the report of the counting recorder and understood in his heart.

All the speculations just now were correct.

Meng Zhen did take over the control of the F36 at the first time, which was caused by the plane's transplantation of some of the Whooping Ghost functions. The Hundred Days are like a completely open world, or hell can be used as a metaphor: anyone is welcome to come, and there is no threshold at all. As long as there are organs of the Hundred Day Ghost, they will be pulled into a certain shared network.

From the time Arnold was fired from the camp to the time he made eye contact with him, the F36 had been under attack.

In that short 5 minutes, Mengshu can be said to have the strongest power in the entire former American continent: the newly upgraded J-20ASV and the comparable F36. In 5 minutes, he is the god here, using the combat power of these two planes and the ability of super weapon network deployment, he can easily change the terrain and the direction of the rivers here, choose the thickness of the clouds to decide how much light to spill, and hold the power of life and death for everyone in his hands.

But Meng Struck apparently didn't care about any of that.

According to the record of the F36, the attack was directly in the hands of the F36. It's just that there is a small episode at the end, and the nested centennial ghost system in F36 gives it something that can be called spiritual. At the last moment, it was really staring at the wolf, and what it asked for, what it needed, was Bill's trust. Bill naturally relaxes when he faces his old car, like a hunter putting down his shotgun. At this moment, the hearts of both sides briefly connected together.

At this moment, F36 is repeatedly transposing with the mechanical prosthetic system, removing all traces of the Centurion. The little bit of "spirituality" that it possessed, as weak as starlight, but bright, was now gone.

The system has been reset and updated, and the F36 has once again become Bill's right arm, a part of his body.

The head wolf in the F36 fighter seems to have recovered his war horse, and everything is handy. Without turning around, without looking up, the system has already presented the entire battlefield situation in front of Bill.

Those who had been expecting Bill to be killed could not say a word now.

Bill looked at them. Could it be that the objects I want to save are all such people?

No matter who you are, you will feel chilled at this time, and your faith will inevitably be shaken.

But Bill won't, he's still a wolf.

It's just that he is more determined that everything can only be done on his own; What you do is only to serve yourself. Saving former American compatriots is just what you want to do, and only you can do it. As for what they think, it's not something Bill needs to think about. Maybe a lot of people are biased against Bill, but their lives are still saved by Bill, no matter what they say.

This is the biggest difference between a wolf and a strike, he doesn't care what others think, and he won't participate in the so-called competition for people's hearts. In the era of the end of the law, he also likes to save the world as his own responsibility, but he is just a self-hero.

Bill shifted his gaze to Mont Slam.

This guy can be trusted at all times, whether he's a hundred days ghost or not.

This time, whether it is from the perspective of Meng's insistence on justice or the return of F36, Bill should say thank you; Bill could never say thank you, though, just as he didn't say sorry.

He looked at the scorched black earth in the background, which had been almost completely destroyed. After holding it for a while, his tone was still relaxed:

"We're even."

Bill's words rang out in the cockpit, and he couldn't help but laugh.

The rest should be much easier.

The indicator light on the dashboard suddenly lights up, the lock alarm sounds loudly, and someone is aiming at themselves. The headphones were full of sharp threat warnings. But this time it was different, as if he was hearing stereo sound and there was an echo in his ears. What Meng Strike heard was the sound of the cockpit alarm of the head wolf Bill coming from the headset.

Meng, Bill, and every man and every plane of all the Northern Free State Combat Teams, and the Southern Army, were all aimed at the same time, and there was no fighter in the world with such a multi-target radar.

What kind of extraneous complication is this, Bill cursed in his heart.

Meng Struck had dealt with Arnold face to face with his fists, and he could guess that Arnold was the fault of the current anomaly, and he finally showed his last trump card. That mysterious trump card, chased from East Ostria to the Canberra and then here, finally forced Arnold's last trump card out