"Are those stars?"

Casey looked over the canopy. , the latest chapter of the visit wèn:. Something didn't seem quite right with the pitch-black sky. What the northern hemisphere chart should look like in early summer, she couldn't check them all. But there were a few bits of starlight that seemed to be moving, flickering.

At night, the shiny anti-collision lights are so similar to the starlight that they are always indistinguishable.

There were only two minutes left before the agreed time with Bill, and the five fingers she held the '' longitudinal rod stretched out one after another, and then grabbed it again, and a trace of inexplicable anxiety flooded up from the bottom of her heart. When refueling in the air just now, although the unmanned fighter that had been following him had broken away from climbing, Casey still felt that someone was following him. From time to time, she adjusts her rearview mirror, hoping to spot something early. There is nothing of value in the night sky, except for the stars that twinkle incessantly under atmospheric activity.

Public satellite positioning is not yet open, and with the regular electronic interference in the free hunting area, Casey is unable to pinpoint or even determine if he is still in the airspace of the Law and Order Corridor. Although this air corridor for the exclusive passage of free state officials is completely safe, there is no fear of being attacked. But the plane that refueled himself in the air just now was really a little weird, and maybe Casey had been unwittingly led off course.

It's like an African national park, and if you take half a wrong step, you risk being eaten by hungry game mercenaries on both sides.

Safari mercenaries were known for their cannibalism for high bounties. At present, the former U.S. mainland is sparing no effort to untie the shackles of the nomadic mercenaries -- the Osaka Treaty signed after the war. In the former US airspace, as long as both sides are mercenaries of the same kind, killing the other party does not even require a contract, only to prove that the other party threatens their own lives. As critics have said, it's perfectly in the interest of the East Coast guys who wear suspender 'pants'.

The drone just now is also worrying. In the event that Casey gets into an 'engagement' with other mercenaries in the Law and Order Corridor, the drones will be ruthless in enforcing the law and shoot down all the planes.

Casey wasn't going to die in a 'scuffle' battle with his own people, that wasn't where the soul of a Navy soldier would be.

Glancing at the aviation clock, the last 120 seconds seem extraordinarily long. Casey really hoped that Beal would be on time for the appointment.

She pressed the main switch and turned off the anti-collision lights along with the formation lights, allowing her fighter to blend into the night. With an oxygen mask on, the vision ahead is very poor, and I can barely make out the approximate distribution of the dark clouds from the unclear part of the horizon. The sparkling flicker on the right has disappeared, and it is likely that the safari mercenaries just now have also turned off the crash lights, indicating that they are disbanding the formation and preparing to enter the free hunt.

For fighter pilots, there is one caveat, low visibility is always the worst enemy. Bad weather not only makes it impossible to grasp the enemy's movements, but even puts you in danger of hitting a mountain or falling to the ground. It's not a game after all, it's not clear. Looking out from the inside of the narrow canopy is like crossing the street in a heavy raincoat, and no matter how you turn your head, there's always something in your way.

To be on the safe side, Casey activated the active jammer. Although this will make the opponent's fire control radar less useful, your approximate location will also be exposed. The pulses of electronic interference were like fresh plasma flowing into the Amazon River, and the piranhas surrounded them in swarms.

Active jamming is a bit provocative, but Casey at least hopes that the deterrent effect will last for 100 seconds. Her lips twitched in the oxygen mask, and she counted down gently, believing that in 100 seconds Bill would be here. At this point, you just need to concentrate and observe the direction of your back hemisphere; Electronic active jamming is only effective in the forward direction.

Almost at the same time as the electronic countermeasures began, the onboard sensors immediately sounded an anti-collision warning, and an aircraft was rapidly approaching. Amid the shrill and shrill beeps, Casey felt the cockpit suddenly darken, and when he looked up, he saw a strange tactical plane pressed down. The arrow cluster is a flying wing with vertical take-off and landing equipment, and it is obviously a Walliers unmanned fighter of Shishi's "private" military company. This is an active dive impact operation, and the drone is not afraid of death. Casey's lever also carries the right rudder, and instantly dodges this headless monster. You know, no one wants to die with drones. The state-of-the-art F/A-18E-Harv she piloted was like a heavily armored rhinoceros, swooping through the clouds and fog. Carrier-based aircraft are characterized by wide flaps that cut through the air and lifted with the help of gas, supporting the aircraft for agile and accurate maneuvers. Suddenly, the night sky was marked by two thin and beautiful white 'colored' cloud lines by the wingtips.

At the 95-second countdown, someone fired.

Casey's handsome right face was suddenly illuminated with fiery red and flashing red light, like driving through an underground passage at high speed, and the constantly moving light source shrank back and forth to brighten the cockpit, illuminate the various switch handles red, and then elongate the shadow. In the afterglow of his right eye, a long string of fiery whips stabbed at him, almost slashing Casey's canopy.

"Tracer bullets for mercenaries." Casey's heart tightened. Only Nomad Mercenaries will 'mix' tracer rounds inside their cannons, mainly for the identification of battle results. After all, this is a matter of who receives the bounty, so mercenaries often use tracer bullets to show off their firepower.

It seems that he has entered the free hunting zone. Casey had been careful enough to avoid approaching the edge of the corridor of law and order during the mid-air refueling process, but the Shishi tanker had apparently deliberately brought itself to the right edge of the corridor. The drone dived just now, presumably to squeeze her out of the corridor and into the herd of beasts in the hunting area.

While all the speculations are reasonable, there is only one thing that Kathy can't figure out. She didn't remember what grudge she had with Shishi Company, and why the other party was so vicious.

She seemed a little distracted.

Suddenly, a fireball rushed straight into my mind.

At this time, there was no explosion in the night sky, around the area, or on the ground, but this fireball seemed to explode directly in his head, and Casey's consciousness suddenly went blank.

A drone without a head, a mercenary fighter without a heart, no one knew what Casey was thinking, and no one saw the explosion that only existed in Casey's brain.

It was as if she saw the real flames in front of her, and she saw the explosion of her brother Carl Jr. This is how Carl Jr. was "forced" to hit the mountain in the battle of the castle tower, and the terrible and desperate fireball is still clear and dazzling.

Now the situation is almost exactly the same, Casey has just finished refueling in the air, and the heavy advanced Hornet fighter jet has dropped sharply in altitude and speed in successive sharp turn evasions. In particular, the second time, in order to avoid the cannon 'shooting', the plane suddenly slowed down and turned sharply, and the fuselage shook terribly, almost falling into a tailspin. Although the flight is fairly 'maneuverable', the altimeter numbers are falling straight down like diving. A large amount of white fog suddenly appeared on the outer wing section of the right wing of the Advanced Hornet, the air flow had begun to separate, and the stall zone was spreading. However, Casey's eyes did not see these scenes, and what she 'shot' in her mind was still the scene of the castle tower and her younger brother Carl Jr. crashing into the mountain. She didn't wait for Bill the Wolf; To be exact, since the head wolf began to lead a sizable corps of mercenaries when he was in the castle tower, he has not waited for Bill again. Now, why do you have to do a stupid countdown. As he said, the head wolf returned to the golden 'jade' hall that belonged to him, inherited the property, and became the master of the Prince Company. He has long surpassed the mercenary boss back then and become the leader of the orthodox PMC. He didn't come at that time, and how could Bill, who has now reached another new peak, come.

And why should I wait, can't I do it without him, who said that a 'woman' has to have a man. She didn't stop counting down, and with 80 seconds left, the F/A-18 fighter jet's three-piece vector vent suddenly erupted into a long multi-Mach ring flame, and the afterburner spewed out with all its might. The six baffles deflected to the left under Casey's '', forming a subtle and powerful strange force that pushed the fuselage in the direction of the stall deflection. The Super Hornet is like a leaf in a whirlpool in the engine vector working state, flickering and whirling. The double camber vertical tail regains the environment that is attached to the air during rotation, uses force to control the course, and the speed is increased again, but the altitude is still declining sharply.

Casey's arm seemed to be being pulled upwards by a tremendous force, and the plane began to enter a dangerous negative overload. She almost pressed her arms, flipped the switch blindly, and continued to 'shoot' infrared and chaff jamming bullets. For a moment, the rotating fuselage 'shot' the jamming bomb into a downward bright red 'color' coil spring.

When changing the tail spin, stop interfering with the projectile 'firing' and cover up your maneuver direction. Just now, his plane almost circled in place, and the fire control radar also showed the information scanned. Casey pouted when he saw the gesture on the multifunction display. In front of him, there are 29 fighters of various types, old F-4s, skinny F-8s, and several modified F-16s, to name a few. The system displays the aircraft type and other information in great detail, and they are basically from the top 50 ace mercenaries in the former United States continent, and they are famous on the list.

Countdown to 50 seconds.

The 4 Walliers drones behind them also pounced. Chronologically, they have also crossed the demarcation line of the Law and Order Corridor and are menacing, but it is now legal to shoot them down.

Casey was like a man, her left 'lip' grinning, her clenched teeth out. With her head slightly lowered, the multi-function monitor illuminated her handsome jaw and the bottom of her cheeks in a glowing green.

"33 enemy aircraft, 660 rounds of 20-mm shells, this figure is not bad. 20 shells per person, it seems a little more leisurely. "Move your shoulders and let yourself relax. Casey, who is in a relaxed state, is probably the most terrible 'woman' in the former American continent. She didn't stop counting down to the last 30 seconds. For sanity, timekeeping has lost its meaning; It's more like an emotional countdown, or rather a countdown to the end of an emotion. But now that the timing has been decided, I'm afraid there is always a silver lining.