In the airspace of the hunting area east of Wichita, the mercenary pilots witnessed a spectacular but unpredictable explosion...... For more up-to-date chapters, visit wèn:. The terrifying fireball flickered with flares, like a 'gate' to hell that had been born out of thin air, and the spherical area was full of flames. Countless debris and debris were sprayed everywhere with the flames, like giant echinacea blooming in the air.

The shock wave from the explosion expanded rapidly, spreading outward like an invisible wall, fiercely sweeping through the surrounding group of fighters. Several F-4 Phantom IIs approaching vertically could barely hold on, and one F-8 Crusader was parallel to the tangent point of the impact 'wave' front, and was instantly blown up like a haystack, flipping in height one after another, and finally barely holding steady at a low altitude.

Seeing this explosion, everyone was shocked and their eyes widened, some of their cheeks twitched, and some of their jaws drooped weakly as if they were dislocated. They weren't intimidated by this explosion, you know, as long as they weren't too young safari mercenaries, most of them were real warriors who had participated in the First Sino-Japanese War, and explosions of this level were commonplace for them. At the height of the battle, the casualties were miserable, and almost every day teammates turned into such fireballs, there was nothing to make a fuss about.

What really scares them is that the explosion seems to have come from the Walliers drone.

"Hey, which unlucky guy got shot down?" On the radio, a trembling voice chattered, forced to relax. He would rather believe that his companion was shot down than accept the possibility of a drone explosion. "Who's going to see, pitiful, this is a ghost under the drone's gun."

"No, it doesn't look right." There was a mercenary with a northern accent who spoke up.

"What else could be wrong? Come on, does anyone dare to touch the Pan-American Entente, run! Otherwise, you will have to be unlucky. The pilot, whose voice trembled, must have felt in his heart that whoever exploded would not be good for him. If the drone shoots down a mercenary, it is likely that it will also shoot down itself, so it is better to run first; If other mercenaries shoot down the drone, it will be a bad luck, the Pan-American Pact is by no means vegetarian, and it is necessary to arrest all the people in the entire airspace and peel off the three layers of skin to set an example.

It's just that even if he runs away, he wants to run with everyone, and those who are afraid of things will never be the leader. Sometimes, the coward also makes some brave choices in the group of warriors, because he doesn't even have the courage to be cowardly alone.

The other young man couldn't hold back his thin voice, and ignored the others, just called his code name: "I'm Blade, I'll go and see." ”

"Whoever admits that you are a sharp blade, don't be nosy, let's go."

No one paid attention to the guy whose voice trembled, and several F-5E Tiger II fighters began to gather: "Call Blade, this is the saint, we are on your side." ”

Suddenly, the mercenary fighters in the air were all gathering in this direction, almost like worker bees that had grown to the eighteenth day, and once they found a foreign enemy, they would attack in groups.

The distance is close, and the line of sight is clear.

"Drones! It's the explosion of the drone! ”

A voice shouted, pitching the 'door' in a high-pitched voice, as excited as an Indian who had just cut off the head of his enemy.

The flames were extinguished, and above the smoke that had not yet dissipated was the mounts of the F\/A-18E-Harv, the advanced Hornet, and Casey; And the Walliers drone has turned into flying ashes.

At this time, she was still caught in a sudden explosion.

Just now, the extremely destructive shock 'wave' and debris almost lifted off the entire radar cone fairing of the aircraft. The turbulence of the air tore at the plane, and it seemed to be gliding through a pile of rocks, and the turbulence was extremely violent. When she opened her eyes again, she realized that the explosion came from an oncoming Walliers drone. In just a few seconds, the drone first rushed out of the fence like a wild bull, completely unstoppable; Now in full view of everyone, it was blown to pieces.

Why did the drone suddenly explode.

The number of remnants of the cannon shells on the heads-up display remained unchanged, and Casey knew that it wasn't her own 'shooting' that had saved her.

She looked around and was surrounded by mercenary fighters flying towards her, which made Casey a little nervous. She knew that anyone could 'shoot' deadly shells, but none of them looked like they had just helped her.

A thought crossed Casey's mind, a desperate thought: "Could it be Bill, Bill has finally kept his promise." ”

But before she could think about it, an extremely terrifying figure suddenly appeared directly in front of her.

Is it a person, or rather something humanoid?

At the moment when the Walliers drone exploded just now, a black 'colored' figure less than two meters long burst out from the fireball, rushing towards it, like a torso with limbs attached, and a spherical object like a head on the top of the torso, with an extremely strange posture. Casey immediately thought of the ghosts and ghosts that were common in the movies, and lunged at him with his arms raised. Unlike the ghost, the strange figure in front of him was real, accompanied by the fragments of Walliers's wreckage flying past him like a meteorite raindown, grazing his wings, passing through the vertical tail, and then being left far behind, gradually disintegrating in all directions.

It's true that it's in the shape of a person, but it's hard to say that it's a person. Because Walliers is a drone.

Casey was stunned, and suddenly there were several cold howls in the air, as if something had been punctured. Immediately after that, there was another flash of fire in the distance, and it was the third drone that exploded in the air.

It was hit head-on by the cannon, and the cannonball seemed to be of little power, but it was enough to 'hole' through its fuselage and destroy the air intake. The torn 'mover' skin sucked into the engine, causing the front turbine blades to break, the blisk and the entire engine compression section to burst and disintegrate, and the countless blades inside the body exploded, cutting Valliers's own body to pieces in an instant.

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It was as if Casey was trying to find evidence to disprove the judgment.

However, who else could it be to 'shoot' such a 'precise' cannon 'shot' with such an accurate machine gun. As a naval pilot, Bill the Wolf is known for his 'fine' stabbing skills. Once the cannon is fired, the first shot will be hit, and it will never drag the mud and water back and forth to 'shoot'. In a way, it is precisely because of Bill's peculiar style of play that he is famous for his 'shooting' mad Bob curve, and the contrast between the two is too obvious. Bob is not so much 'shooting' as he is enjoying 'shooting'. And Bill has been in this style since he was young, once he shoots and kills with one hit, just like protecting Casey's home in Queens, when he pulls out his gun, just to 'shoot' the other person with one shot. It's not intimidation, no warning, or the other party's life. Casey always had a fear when he recalled this incident, but fortunately, the little "gangster" who was shot fell in the courtyard of Casey's house, and the wolf's father, Mr. Prince, still had some connections, so the case was barely closed.

If there is one thing in common between Bill and his older brother Arnold, it is here, the action is decisive and unpredictable. When Arnold's laughter was heard, his plan was unstoppable; When Bill's gunshot is heard, someone's body is bound to fall heavily to the ground.

The current Walliers drone, just like the little 'gangster' and 'gangster' who broke into Casey's house to make trouble, was almost killed by Bill. A few more artillery shots were added later, just because this kind of aviation cannon could not be fired with a single shot.

Where is he?

Instead of looking in the rearview mirror, Casey turned his head left and right, trying to confirm directly with both eyes.

There is something unusual in the cockpit of the aircraft. The electronics were slightly disturbed, the fuselage shook slightly, and there was a strange whirring sound in the headphones, as if a train had suddenly entered a tunnel. Casey took a deep breath, and it felt exactly the same as when he was refueling in the air during the First Sino-Japanese War. Carrier-based tankers are much lighter than the Air Force's large tankers, and the former U.S. Navy also widely used the same type of partner tankers during the war, and they were the same type of aircraft. If you get too close, you will have such a slight disturbance. Being able to find tankers and refuel in the air between battles gives people a sense of reassurance at home.

It's been too long since I've been that close to another plane. But where is he?

Inadvertently, a blue and white triangular figure suddenly appeared in the front windshield, and the leading edge of the wing was painted with a white star and blue ribbon, which 'crossed' on the back of the aircraft, forming a cross mark. The surface of the fuselage is smooth and watery, shining with a flowing luster. There is only one plane in the entire former United States continent that is so beautiful, 'fine' and exquisite, and that is the F-36 wearable advanced fighter of the head wolf Bill. He approached from behind Casey, slid through his belly, and crossed ahead to block the oncoming enemy.

Casey looked at the figure in front of her, just like she had back then. When she was in the castle tower, she thought that Bill was no longer there, and that the wolf had become a conceited and selfish wolf. Now, the head wolf has changed a lot, he has experienced successes, failures, and setbacks, and Bill has learned what he must not lose.

She was behind Bill, smiling, the oxygen mask muffling her voice. Casey suddenly felt a little out of breath, this feeling of choking in her throat was actually a regular occurrence, and she always had to endure this feeling whenever she was around Bill. Casey was always nervous, every string was tense all the time, because her heart was full of uneasiness and fear. She worries about losing what she deserves again, and she is often in a state of high tension. Young Bill didn't feel what a girl would worry about, and he knew nothing more than simply letting Casey relax. At this time, Casey is not relaxed, but forces herself to forget and forcibly leave all her worries behind. At such times, there will be an inexplicable hatred in the heart, an extreme, inventable resentment. This is actually the secret of Casey, the strongest 'female' ace in the South Seas, and this is also the reason why she has a great record, nothing more. Relaxed, she suppressed her heart, and the devil in her subconscious was released.

Now, he's right in front of him. Casey's own fears were all wrong, and all her fears were unnecessary. Casey felt a sensation that made her feel hot like she had never experienced before, and was that what she was trying to seek.

Bill's fighter jets were on the verge and looked beautiful.

Suddenly, she subconsciously became nervous, and Casey felt that something was wrong.

Something terrible seemed to suddenly pass through the corner of his eye. Just far away from the left wing tip of Bill's F-36 fighter, part of the wreckage of the third Walliers was scattering, like garbage dumping from a high altitude. Among them, there is one of the slowest wreckage, if you look closely, it is also a humanoid thing, you can't be wrong, that thing is waving its arms.

The voice of Bill the Wolf, came over the radio: "Casey, follow me. ”

There are a few bright spots on the horizon that flicker and rise rapidly, with more enemies coming

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