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Bill felt like he was throwing a whistle ball, and the moment the aviation clock counted the seconds ended, he also pressed the cannon on the '' longitudinal rod to 'shoot' the trigger, and more than 30 shells were sprayed in an instant, with a zero-second state like time standstill, crossing the southern four airspace of the hunting area, like a long-range sniper, and completely shattering the main body of the drone.

This former American-made 20 mm caliber semi-armor-piercing high-explosive incendiary bomb weighs 102 grams, uses a low-resistance warhead, and has good ballistic 'performance', but it still shows an obvious arc shape when it flies so far and the trajectory still shows an obvious arc. Being able to hit an accurate shot in such a state is comparable to shooting a three-pointer with his back to the basket blindfolded. Although it was now past the agreed time with Casey, he remembered that he 'fired' before the timer was over, and the flight time of the shells could not be counted.

I wish it was a game, and Bill should be able to hear the cheers and open his arms to Casey's hug.

It's a pity that this is not a arena, but a purgatory for mercenaries. No trophies, no podiums, and the reward for a short victory is nothing more than a few more minutes to keep yourself alive.

Countless unmanned fighter jets are storming the boundaries of the free hunting zone, and while the Exorcism Tower is capable of electronic jamming of drones, the access is limited, and only one can be interfered with at a time. Hordes of headless monsters followed the leader's plane and swooped forward. They are like evil spirits outside the walls of the human race, constantly stacking corpses of their own kind on top of each other and erecting ladders, and sooner or later they can make a breakthrough and destroy their targets.

"Why is the target Casey?"

What the head wolf is really worried about is this problem.

In the distance, a few shiny spouts are creeping up, and even the brainless ghosts like drones are tactically trying to occupy height, master maneuver energy, and then rely on their withstanding overloads far above manned fighters to complete their attacks.

Bill had so much to say to Casey on the radio, he wanted to say hello, he wanted to say sorry, he wanted to express why he was late, he wanted to ask her what she thought, he wanted to tell him all about meeting Arnold, and much, much more. kxs7.com only one sentence came out of his mouth: "Casey, follow me." "After all, getting rid of these things is the number one priority.

Not only did the helmet display reflect the flight attitude of Bill's own F-36 fighter jet, but a large amount of other information was stacked in a disorderly manner, including materials that were 'exchanged' between the combat units of the Prince Military Company.

The corners of his mouth twitched, and Casey was in more trouble than he had imagined.

The information she fed back from the plane showed that the already heavy F\/A-18E-HARV had just undergone mid-air refueling, and it could be said that the aircraft was in the worst state of motion, and it was difficult to engage in close-quarters combat air combat. Although Casey is an expert in oil management, this is completely out of the plan, and the conformal fuel tanks of the Advanced Hornet cannot be abandoned in the air. Now is a dangerous situation, and it is not a good time to release oil urgently. Casey's advanced Hornet is so heavy that it's hard to even keep up with Bill's F-36, let alone dodge drone attacks.

With so many unfavorable factors all in one place, it is no coincidence that the Walliers unmanned fighter chose this time to rashly attack the hunting area and launch a surprise attack with perseverance.

There's no way to rush now, and although the F-36's onboard computer is constantly sirening and the helmet display seems to be repeatedly urging the computer to screen out the exit path, Bill must calm down, and he has to take care of Casey's speed and climb rate.

The two planes seemed to be tied together with ropes, and their movements were sluggish. Under the siege of drones, it is like a young beast facing a pack of wolves. Although there were other mercenaries who pretended to have the guts to attack or block the impact of the Walliers drone, the group seemed to be obsessed, ignoring the Ranger Mercenary's fighter and pounced on Casey's plane.

The doubts in the head wolf's heart grew deeper and deeper.

At this moment, it is difficult for him and Casey to accelerate the climb, and a fierce battle is obviously inevitable.

"What's going on with these drones. Tromp's trap? Is he going to kill me? Or is it Arnold's plan, my brother wants to kill me. This is the thought that flashes repeatedly in Bill's mind, like a flashing warning light of red and blue 'alternate', and the two thoughts are quickly reincarnated 'alternate', but they can't be settled.

There was no time to think, the second-echelon Valliers drones had climbed to the highest point needed for maneuvering, and then, like roller coasters sliding to the top, or athletes diving high platform, they only felt their heads tilt forward a little, and then began to dive quickly.

"This thing alone won't kill me." The head wolf grinned, his fingers pulled the trigger, and the body of the aircraft cannon fixed on the fuselage shook suddenly, and in an instant, the cracking flames exploded, and the flowing fire arrows burst forward, stabbing into the sky like countless nail-like hammers. When the cannon sounded, another drone overhead was blown to pieces.

Thanks to the indirect attack from the Exorcism Tower's electronic support station, the drone looks stupid. However, the plane was almost in the way of Bill's climb, and as the plane disintegrated, debris smashed down on Bill like meteorite rainboards. For jet fighters powered by turbine blades running at high speeds, the fragmented wreckage of enemy aircraft can also cause fatal damage. The most economical climb path chosen by the computer was blocked, and Bill could only barely bow his head and accelerate, leading Casey to continue to break through.

A howling wind swept through the fuselage. Bill kept an eye on the direction in which the debris was falling, careful not to fly past the wreckage area. In a trance, he felt that the fragments of the drone were a little abnormal. Squinting to block out the scattered light, Bill, like Casey, noticed the humanoid object floating in the shards, black and dark.

It looks like a living person, but it's definitely not. Bill understands that this drone, with its truss structure and type of finished components, is unlikely to have such a "hand and foot" part. Besides, who would think that there is a big living person installed in that drone.

Interestingly, the humanoid thing does seem to be alive. The more Bill looked at it as inhuman, the more it looked like a human, and the frequency and scope of his dancing was entirely human. Strange black shadows drift flat on their stomachs in the air current, and the so-called arms and legs are naturally extended, adjusting left and right, just like the posture of a skydiver floating towards the landing site.

Bill made assumptions over and over again. Will it really be a big living person, and even if it is, what is the need to do so, who will rivet a living pilot into a steel drone. Not to mention that there could be no one alive in the plane, which was shattered and disintegrated by such a severe shelling.

As soon as I thought of this, something suddenly happened in the air. The humanoid wreckage in front of him, which was sliding, retracted his right arm, swung his right 'leg', and the path changed abruptly, flying quickly in the direction of Bill's maneuver. Bill was taken aback by the unexpected move, and he could only estimate the path of the other man with his 'naked eye' eyes, while calling to Casey on the radio: "Follow me to the left." As he spoke, he did the same 'manipulation', holding down the speed so that Casey could keep up with him.

The closer the humanoid is, the closer it gets.

"Damn, it's too late." The wolf cursed. That thing must have been conscious, and it was no ordinary wreck to change its course so quickly.

As he spoke, the humanoid wreckage had rushed to the top of the cockpit canopy of the F-36 fighter jet, and it seemed that it could hit it with just stretching its neck.

Bill's face changed: "Be careful! As soon as he finished speaking, the thing flew over the back of the F-36 fighter plane, as if it had an air cushion in it, and smashed directly into the F\/A-18 Advanced Hornet piloted by Casey behind him. At the same time, it suddenly straightened up, spread its limbs, and seemed to slow down.

Casey could see that this thing was exactly the same as the humanoid object dropped by other drones. Oncoming, with large limbs, resembling Leonardo da Vinci's painting "Vitruvian Man".

She used all her strength to press the lever and flip, the plane was too heavy, and the control system seemed to be affected by electronic interference, and the movement was extremely slow.

Even the calmest person will inevitably blink subconsciously when he sees something flying towards his eyes. Casey only squinted at the sudden object, and felt the fuselage shake slightly, and the thing was gone. In the rearview mirror, two objects appeared, one was the torso that connected the arms, and the other was the crotch and pelvis that shook off the legs. She looked back to the right, and there were scratches on the outer wing of the right wing. I guess it hit the wing of the plane and was cut off in one fell swoop.

"Casey, how are you?" The head wolf asked on the radio, and he saw the scene in the observation device throughout the week.

"It's fine. The right flank touched, there was a slight abrasion. She looked back and confirmed, "Did you see that?" ”

"See. It's an imitation of a wooden man simulating a '' machine, but it's impossible to tell which company's product. ”

"Is it really a wooden man? But shouldn't it be used in the cockpit of a manned aircraft? Walliers is a dedicated drone, does it also have a cockpit. "Casey voiced her doubts.

"Nope. I'm afraid someone put the wooden man in. ”

"Bill, I think that thing is a little scary. Can a wooden man move on his own when he is out of the cockpit? ”

"No, the wooden man has to lean on the seat and armrests to perform anthropomorphic movements. It's not a machine, it's not designed to walk, and you can't move when you leave the cockpit. ”

Now it seems that the probability of these Walliers drones launching ****** attack because of the loss of control is completely zero, because someone deliberately stuffed the wooden man 'operation' into the fuselage, apparently to achieve some clear purpose.

Why the Pan American Entente did this, Bill did not get any answer. Perhaps there is another possibility, which was done by Walliers' maintenance company, Shishi Military Company. Shishi's technical strength has always been very strong, and it is possible to upgrade the system and motion parts of the wooden man, after all, the human-machine interface and control software are ready-made, and it is not too difficult to compile new functions. But the question is, what exactly is the purpose.

Bill couldn't figure out the strange behavior of these drones and people. And there was another worry in his mind, the target of these fighters seemed to be Casey, not himself.

Casey's voice came over the radio: "It's disgusting, it looks like it's a real person." ”

"Casey, get closer, and I'll take you through the lows."

Bill's F-36, the head wolf, emitted an unprecedented warning beep. Nearby Walliers was converging, and with a high degree of superiority, it seemed that a general offensive was about to begin.

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