"Can I help you?" Behind the glowing muzzle, a trembling voice spoke. 『』`

Carla looked at the skinny boy with the gun in front of her, estimated to be less than twenty years old, and more than a head shorter than herself. He was clearly not used to the full-size pistol that was standard for government troops, and his left hand was constantly changing posture. However, Kara believes that the kid has just killed someone with the pistol. As long as you kill someone, the eyes will be different.

He was the first living person Kara encountered after landing on Baker Island.

In addition to being skinny, Kara was able to notice a considerable amount of blood on his air traffic control suit and anti-static shoes. But his face was ruddy, and it wasn't him who was bleeding. Behind him, there is a scene that lacks realism: the lights in the air control room flicker, and blood is constantly flowing out of the floor.

Regardless, at least the for-profit mercenary base that is open to the public seems to be open, and Kara holds up her right hand holding the gun for the other party to see, and says, "We need to land and rest." ”

"How much?" He said tremblingly.

"There is one of the four large aircraft, and about 2o tactical aircraft. I don't count. ”

He was just about to speak, when another immature voice came from behind him: "Grasshopper! Who is out there. ”

The boy called Grasshopper put down his gun: "No, it's not a monster. It's a man, it's a woman. ”

"Female?" The man inside stepped out and looked Carla up and down. He is much taller than a grasshopper, but his face is very round and he is not very old. The biggest difference between him and the grasshopper is that the blood is all on his hands, and his two hands seem to have been soaked in blood, "We're closed, you go quickly, get out of here." He pointed his bloodied hand at Kara.

As if cooperating, the grasshopper raised the pistol again.

"Has Baker Island been taken over by a kindergarten?" Kara looked down at the two boys, "You're in charge." ”

"Now we have the final say. I'm a hammer, he's a grasshopper. ”

"I'm Kara, the giantess of the call sign. My fleet is going to land, please—" she dragged out her voice, "turn on the navigation facility." ”

"Kara?" Hammer looked up and looked again, his face full of suspicion, "We're closed, don't bother us to clean up." 'We've got a lot to pack tonight. ”

Grasshopper relented, and he put the gun down again: "Hammer, let them land." We don't have a plane tonight anyway. ”

"No! Who knows if they are monsters or not. ”

"She can't be a monster. You see her, and she doesn't look like a monster at all. ”

"I don't care. Maybe the monster is hiding among them, maybe there is a lurking period. ”

Kara stepped forward and grabbed the collar of the hammer, "I don't have time to listen to your nagging. The monsters you mentioned, we just fought with them, and now we need to rest. If you're in a hurry to fold your clothes, go by yourself and I'll operate the boot device; If you can stand up like a warrior and fight with us, I will respect you. ”

The radio she was carrying suddenly rang, it was Falcon 2: "Kara, how are you?" ”

"I'm fine, I'm negotiating with the two stewards."

"Hell, thank goodness." He let out a long breath, and then said, "The negotiation won't be very long, the No. 1 motive of the oil bar has gone wrong again, and this time the fire is completely extinguished." I don't think they will last long. ”

"Understood." Kara turned to look at the hammer, her gaze sharp and intimidating, "Do you hear that?" Either stand up and fight like a warrior, and then you'll be able to wear this dress yourself," she gestured to the camouflage uniform on her body, "or go back and fold your clothes, wipe your nose and get out, as you decide." ”

The grasshopper also walked over, looked at the two of them repeatedly, and said to himself, "I'll go and turn on the runway lights." ”

"Wait! That would attract monsters. Hammer was stubborn, and he looked Kara in the eye, "I've heard you, Kara, you're the wingman pilot of the Blindfold. ”

"Indeed, it was me."

"Then you answer me a question, and I will agree to cooperate."

"If you want to ask if the attack is a hundred days ghost, you can avoid it."

"Nope. My question is, why didn't the struck come back. ”

"What."

The fat boy's hammer was flushed: "The radio said that Meng was killed, I don't believe it, no one here believes it." But why didn't he come back? Isn't it worth saving here, he only saves the amazing big people in the former beauty, right? My friend died, a lot of people died, why did he hide, why didn't he take out those monsters. Those monsters are all changed by people, and the more monsters there are, the fewer people there are, doesn't he know? ”

"Idiot." Kara interrupted Hammer, "You're so long-winded. What Montake has been doing is proving that we can defeat the enemy on our own, no matter how strong the enemy is. He is using his victories to support people to stand up for themselves, without having to be swayed by any force. The monsters you mentioned, we have taken down quite a few. Those are some souls who are obsessed with power, and we, me, you, and more than 2o comrades-in-arms in ****** heaven, are all in the same camp, a camp that insists on itself. You fat balls here has the risk of killing them. As you said, the number of people is decreasing, and you are going to kill these people in heaven again! ”

Hammer was silent, although his face was full of refusal.

Kara threw him away, pointed at the grasshopper and said, "You come and help me do your best to help the fleet land." ”

The fat boy came over with a hammer, "I'll have to do this." He approached the control room and expertly activated the power. As soon as the switch was flapped, the whole room lit up. The runway lights outside the window are like festive neon, lit one by one, and the entire Baker Island base is brightly lit. The radar on the main control tower is also being calibrated for activation, and the auxiliary landing signal station is also constantly exchanging numbers so that approaching aircraft can make automatic blind landings.

"They turned off the lights as soon as they landed." He said to the grasshopper.

In the light, Kara walked into the control room, and only then did she see the tragic situation here. The control room resembles a horrific murder scene, with blood marks everywhere recording the trajectory of the fight, and five body bags neatly placed on the ground, all containing people.

The fat-faced hammer said as he operated, "This is my father's task, and I won't let him down." By the time he finishes reading my operation, he should be able to rest assured. ”

Kara felt that he was not talking to her, but to herself, and seemed to choke up. Maybe his dad was one of the five people on earth. What Hammer just said about packing up is probably referring to preparing for the burial of the dead. Although I don't know what happened, he is indeed strong. Looking at the skillful movements of the two young boys in front of him, I have to admit that this world is gradually being taken over by teenagers.

Falcon 2's voice squeezed out of the radio again: "Kara, the engine number 1 of the oil bar is on fire." Repeated, the motive of our tanker caught fire. ”

Carla rushed to the front of the stage: "The guidance facility has been activated, let the tanker land first." ”

"Understood."

The grasshopper came from behind: "I'm going to drive the fire truck, but I'm ...... alone"

"I'll go with you." Hammer responded, then said to Kara, "All the guidance facilities are open, and it's okay." Be sure to turn off the lights after landing. ”

Kara nodded, watching the two boys rush out. After a while, the sound of the gasoline engine starting came from the garage downstairs, but I didn't expect them to be able to do anything. The fire truck drove away with its red and blue lights on, and the surroundings fell silent again, leaving Carla alone and several dead people behind her.

In the night sky, the situation with the -135 tanker aircraft was extremely bad. The No. 1 motive had already gone wrong during the dive, and it deflected the No. 4 motive as well. Although it was barely able to maintain its work after resuming level flight just now, this mission was the longest mission experienced by the tanker crew, and the old motivation had long been overwhelmed, and after a few circles around Baker Island, the first engine finally collapsed. Before the crew could figure out what was going on, a fireball erupted from the left flank. The No. 1 and No. 4 engines have failed, and the rotation of the No. 3 engine is also declining, and the 13O-ton "stratotanker" can no longer hold on.

The captain gritted his teeth, almost ready for the crew to start leaving a last word. At this moment, the runway of Baker Island was completely lit up, the automatic landing system began to cross-link, and the plane was finally able to land.

Falcon 2 approached the tanker: "Fuel, the base is ready, let's go home." ”

The choice to let the tanker land first is actually only reasonable on the surface, but it is the biggest bet.

Two of the large planes had already failed their engines, and they were so underpowered that they could crash directly into the ground, causing a fire and blocking the runway, and no one would have thought of landing at that time. If it was a normal time, there would have been mercenaries who landed first. But these nomadic mercenaries in the air have just crawled back from hell side by side, and they have long had an inexplicable affection for each other, and whoever is seriously injured and who lands first has become a tacit understanding with each other.

The massive -135 slowly tilted its fuselage under the control of the captain.

The situation was urgent, and there was no time to complete the standard five-sided landing, so the captain cut to the end of the runway according to the shortest route, and the backward flaps on both sides were all released, and the landing gear was also released early to help the aircraft reduce. The large plane spiraled almost horizontally in the air like a Kunpeng, and the heading vector was aligned with the runway.

The plane was no longer able to keep its balance. As if dragged by some invisible force, the left wing pulled the entire fuselage and began to spiral to the left, and was about to crash at the end of the runway. The captain almost widened his eyes, he knew that everyone in the plane was watching him, and the other planes in the air were also watching him, and these people's lives were all saved in his own hands, how could he allow it to be finished at the last moment before he succeeded.

No matter how strong-willed, the left wing of the plane will inevitably sink, and the wingtips will already pass the landing gear and may be grounded first. The captain understood that at this moment the moment it was already seconds away from the crash.

At that moment, he seemed to realize something, and the strange thought immediately circulated through the onboard computer and his brain. Almost instantly, the entire plane established some kind of indescribable communication with the captain. In front of the runway, it felt full of vitality, as if it had gained life; And the captain in the driver's seat also seems to have gained some kind of strange power. The whole process cannot be described in words, it is like seven colors of lightning intertwined, and endless darkness continues to collapse.

In an instant, the No. 1 motor, which should have died, regained its strength, and the front turbofan made a harsh and sharp grinding sound, once again spewing out precious thrust. The left wing is slowly lifted in the recovery of the No. 1 motive, lifting the fuselage over the reef, wiping the guiding lights, and letting the plane move in the wind. The left main landing gear was the first to be grounded, and the green smoke was blown away by the air current. All the landing gear then steadied on the ground, and the fuselage gradually sank and began to glide steadily.

The planes continued to decrease, then left the runway and slowly entered the liaison road, making room for other aircraft to land. The huge vertical tail left the edge of the runway, and the whole plane began to slowly stop, like a giant beast that had just completed a great migration.

Red and blue police lights are lit up outside the cabin, and Baker Island's fire engine arrives.

After landing safely, the members of the tanker all high-fived each other in celebration, and it was another thrilling battle, as if they were blessed by a god of luck, they became the only large plane that managed to escape from the puppet's active area.

However, only the co-pilot of the tanker plane felt that something was wrong, he felt that the captain next to him had his head down, his posture was strange, his head was so low that he was about to sink into his chest, and his neck was about to break. In such an uncomfortable position, the co-pilot heard his captain seem to be laughing, and the laughter was creepy.

The person next to him doesn't seem to be his captain anymore.

The mercenary fighters began to land in turn, screeching and gliding past the tankers. No one was aware that a new danger was coming

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