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Now it is not that he is dominating the fighter, but that he has become the control of the fighter.

Bob's A18E attack hornet has suffered a terrible blow and is now sucking his life to stay alive. This is the anti-phagogy effect brought by the new generation of composite control system.

After the First Sino-Japanese War, in order to support the mercenary system and lower the entry threshold for pilots, various countries comprehensively upgraded the control system of a large number of tactical aircraft to a highly autonomous and automated intelligent system, and the new system can automatically complete part of the work in the event of a pilot injury, including self-protection from the war zone. Bob's A18E attack on the Hornet has lost its entire right fuselage system and half of its hydraulic functions, and the control computer automatically switches to the escape program; But the pressure on the Walliers unmanned fighter fleet was too great, and the automatic control system had to maneuver the aircraft to perform a large overload maneuver and get rid of the pursuit of the drone.

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The icy machine couldn't have realized that Bob's leg had been cut open in the explosion. Every time the plane maneuvers, every time it was pressed, it was constantly squeezing Bob's blood out. The direction of the gravitational overload in the cockpit was constantly changing, and his blood gradually swirled in front of him, forming a swirl of blood. It won't be long before his life dies in his own pool of blood.

It didn't take long for Bob to stop moaning.

The joystick moved repeatedly under the on-board computer, pulling Bob's right arm from side to side. His mouth was slightly open, his body was unconscious, and his mind seemed awake. The brain is empty, like a shriveled dry steamed bun.

"How the sky is red, why am I here. Where is this? Bob felt like he was stuck in standing still in time.

He couldn't see anything concrete, "God, what is this?" ”

The loss of blood from his head made Bob's vision almost completely black, and the light could only be felt in the center. The scarlet swirls were the only thing he could see, a globular mist of his own blood that looked like the bloodshot eyes of a dead fish.

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He gradually understood that it was the system prompt "enemy lock" and "danger". There are enemy planes, which are attacking him. The throat swallowed a few times, but to no avail. I couldn't hear any specific sounds in my ears, but it was like a fly surrounding me. At this moment, Bob suddenly felt a light shoot into his mind, shaking his entire consciousness white. He remembered that the events of the past few hours were replayed like a movie, and this may have been a precursor to death. Bob repeatedly sees three words in the backflow of consciousness in his own brain: Bill, trust, and death.

Just a few hours ago, Bob had almost gotten into a fight with Bill over something trivial. As long as he saw the flow of refugees in the former United States and the low and honorless expressions on people's faces, he was angry. Bill, a playboy, didn't have the heart to worry about the country and the people, and he didn't care about this sad situation at all. In this case, Bob is not used to staying in the Prince Company, and he does not like anything. He simply stayed in the standby room to check the mission information and schedule, and whenever there was a task, Bob always rushed forward, no matter how dangerous. What he cares about is not to complete the task, but to vent and escape at the same time.

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Bill's charity feast was like a circus monkey for him. Bob wouldn't put on that so-called sanctimonious costume and dress himself up as a funny clown. Besides, today is the day he should be excited. Prince was given the important military mission of escorting a full fleet of 12 long-range transport planes on the West Coast to land them safely. According to the zoning, this task should be carried out by the West Coast Division. But how could Bob sit still, the fight would help him escape a qiē pain, and the adrenaline would outweigh all the good wine aging. He flew out alone, just like he said goodbye back then.

Flying from Prince to the West Coast was a challenging journey, but the thought of him still fighting made him feel refreshed. Even the pilots of the air tankers on the way felt that Bob was exceptionally cheerful today.

It seems that the escort of the transport plane in front of it has not encountered any enemy aircraft, but why did it go wrong at this time, what happened.

After completing the escort of four long-range transport aircraft, Bob led the Tactical Combat Squadron of the West Coast Division of Prince Company, which still had fuel left, to prepare to escort the fifth. I didn't expect the formation to be attacked inexplicably. The Princes employees, who were still chatting, bragging, and denouncing Bill's romance just now, were suddenly all blown apart. ╋┠┡┠┝┣ ┣ ┣ ┬ read ┡ book w·w^w^.^1-k'a=n's'h, u=.cc

But he himself can't die like this, he can't be killed.

Bob eventually broke through the drone blockade, but the escape was a real bloody one. His front windshield was shattered by the debris of the friendly plane's explosion, the cockpit lost pressure, and he was injured in multiple places all over his body, and his blood flowed from the entire track. However, the platoon artillery will not give in. Precisely, he wanted to pursue death in a sense of indomitability and resistance.

The A18E Attack Hornet again began to maneuver violently, trying to shake off the rear-end Walliers drone. Bob's perception was somewhat restored, but he soon realized that it was not good to feel better. Every tiny vibration of the plane brought him unimaginable pain. The cockpit was depressurized, and the air inside was getting colder, but Bob's forehead was dry and hot, and he was sometimes awake, sometimes blurred, still squeezing his own blood out of the fighter.

Before dawn, Bob felt like he had fallen into chaos. His lips had turned purple, and his body was lifeless. At this moment, he seemed to suddenly open his mind. What kind of mental experience this is, no one knows. When a person is truly facing death, all the memories and fantasies are stacked together, and only then can he truly observe his past from a new dimension, the time dimension. This is the reason why a person can only truly feel when they are near-death.

He suddenly came to his senses, the blood on his face had become viscous, but it couldn't hide the sparkle in his eyes. Many doctors would think that this was a precursor to death, but Bob suddenly affirmed that he could never die here because he wanted to change. If you die, you can't change anything.

The arm became numb and difficult to control due to excessive blood loss, and Bob was almost controlling it with his will. He couldn't feel the joystick, not even his wrist, he just felt like a wooden stick was hanging from his body; He couldn't see, and his vision was blood-red.

But this is not a dead end, the new integrated helmet system simulates the direction of the threat with a stereo field, and communicates all information to the driver in guò audio. At this moment, Bob truly realized that his body was melting, his blood was dry, and all that was left was an empty skin bag spread on the ejection seat, but his spirit was connected to the plane's sensors.

Bob could feel the target around him, but not his own arm. He twisted his body as if pulling at his sleeves; The feeling of aiming at the gun reminded him of the blindfolded disassembly of firearms when he first joined the army.

The cannon burst out again, and a violent blinding light appeared in the sky. The four cannon pods mounted under the wings of the A18E sprayed the last force together, and the huge recoil caused the plane to retreat suddenly, and suddenly put the poor injured aircraft in an extremely dangerous situation. Bob's A18E completely lost its right vertical tail and simply could not withstand such a heavy artillery bombardment of the backseat and terrible shocks. But the flight controller computer seemed to be picking up some kind of will from Bob, and the plane became tenacious. The recoil was repeated, and the aircraft began to use the intact flaperon system to assist in the control. The two forces interacted on the fuselage, and the A18E also seemed to have turned into a mighty python, shaking and swaying from side to side.

Pythons spew fire in the night sky, and the roar of the turntable cannon resounded in the sky.

Bob was also shouting, his throat and vocal cords seemed to be gone, but all the will burst out of his black throat: "Bill, kill!" Bill, let's kill together! ”

Bill, the head wolf, didn't come, and couldn't hear it.

Where exactly is Bill, that's what Casey Green is most concerned about.

She stood in the penthouse of Prince Company, entertaining dignitaries and handling the company's ordinary business, while anxiously searching for Bill's figure. Casey is pretty sure that Bill went missing with Miss Wang from Shishi. Miss Wang's whereabouts are also unknown, and to Casey's concern, neither of them can get through on the phone.

Taking advantage of the change, Casey took advantage of the change of song and walked with her phone in the direction of the terrace on the other side of the villa, where she hoped that the mobile phone signal would be better.

"Dialed." She was surprised that it worked.

Bill, the head wolf, didn't answer and didn't hang up. Casey repeatedly took his phone off his ear to check the screen, but he didn't notice anything unusual.

She was so focused on contacting the head wolf that she didn't notice that a dark shadow was approaching behind her. The shadow moves quickly and fiercely, but it is extremely secretive. Not only Kathy, but no one in the villa was in danger before it was visible.