The champagne in the tall glass is still bubbling with fine crystalline bubbles, and the flames that explode in the night sky are reflected on the surface of the glass. "Words, feelings, first, http://www.Klxsw.com

www.Klxsw.com fireballs reflected on the surface of the champagne liquid, gradually breaking apart in the ripples, and new bubbles blooming in the middle. This is the situation of the former United States, devouring each other and destroying each other.

In the airspace of the headquarters of Prince Private Military Company, the air defense fighters in charge of security and Walliers drones were in a mess, one side lacked ground guidance, the other side did not have good all-weather combat capabilities, and the sky was like two half-blind wolves biting each other, and no one could control the situation.

After all, the Walliers drone does not have to worry about the pilot, the black flying wing fighter jet qì is tumbling up and down between the buildings, they don't even have to fly upright, and the inverted buckle can still rely on the angle of attack and rudder surface to achieve all maneuvers, just like an omnidirectional boxer whose neck can twist 360 degrees and the joint has no limited angle.

The light fighters that Prince barely lifted into the air were completely inferior in the face of UAVs, but ground detection and guidance were superior, pulling back a point for them and not being one-sided. Everyone knows that the endurance of both sides is limited, and this encounter cannot last long, and the one who persists to the end will win.

These pilots on duty are not highly skilled elite aces, but they can be confident. They firmly believe that as long as Bill's F-36 is lifted into the air, the big picture can be stabilized.

At the top of the company's main tower, guests of the charity banquet have been escorted by security personnel to the lower inner room of the duplex villa, where the reinforced walls are strong enough to withstand stray bullets. The security captain guarding the staircase led people to climb to the air-conditioning and cooling structure layer on the roof villa, used the ventilation pipe and fan as cover, and condescendingly aimed all the fire at the helipad. Anyone who gets close to a Walliers drone or an unidentified helicopter will be blown away. Another group was scattered on the inside of the tarmac, inside the parapet of the rooftop swimming pool, providing anti-aircraft cover for the fire suppression units on the roof. Although the light weapons in their hands may not pose any threat to the drones, they can at least serve as lookout posts.

The security captain of Prince Company suppressed the rhythm of his breathing, and the battle situation was stalemate, and he had to stabilize his position. Although the drone has been killed just now, you still have to be on guard against follow-up attacks at any time.

There seem to be 3 to 5 more Walliers drones in the dark night sky, which is not a lot. The security captain fumbled with the gun in his hand, and suddenly felt a little envious of the pilot, wondering if his era was over. When he was young, he was a block bully, and since he was a child, he believed that the territory should be won by force, and he signed up for the Marine Corps before the First Sino-Japanese War, and after the war, he relied on an automatic rifle to make a living. Guns, daggers, fists, that's his philosophy of survival. However, the First Sino-Japanese War completely destroyed the order and the upper limit of madness. When human nature loses the balance between order and law, pure natural selection will infinitely expand the power of the individual. It's like two opposing insects on the same territory, and as they evolve and become eliminated, they get bigger and bigger. Before the outbreak of the First Sino-Japanese War, whether it was an armed or separatist force, only guns and death squads were enough, and at most the tanks on the monument were launched; In the post-World War II world, the Osaka Treaty has changed too much, and now it is unimaginable that an attack on a military company requires the use of fighter jets, but this is the truth of the world.

There was another explosion, and cheers were heard around the building. It seems that the Walliers drone was shot down.

The security captain breathed a sigh of relief, admiring Bill the head wolf for his foresight. You must know that the light fighter belonging to Prince, who is now barely defending the main tower of the central company, did not forcibly take off under the attack of drones, but was deployed a long time ago. Just before the start of the Victory Charity Dinner, the security captain of the main tower of the building accepted the instructions of the head wolf together with the security chiefs of other parties, so that they could be loose on the outside and tight on the inside, so that they did not have to make the security work too nervous, but left another hand to prepare. Because of this, the team he was responsible for placed enough ammunition in advance in the inner room under the floor of the duplex villa, and the internal air defense force also made evacuation arrangements in advance, so as to resist the surprise attack. Otherwise, the Prince Company would have been in flames at this time.

The most important thing now is air supremacy.

He can't do anything right now. Defending the helicopter platform and keeping guests safe is a top priority, which means that the main tower security team must conserve ammunition and avoid revealing their location.

"Don't worry about it." The security captain smiled self-deprecatingly. He thought to himself: Bill was well prepared, and as long as his F-36 fighter jet was in the air, he would be sure to win.

It seems that everyone in the company thinks that as soon as Bill's F-36 takes off, it will be a moment of victory.

But the head wolf didn't think so.

Bill Prince has one thing in common with his older brother, and that is that he would never be guessed.

At this time, he is not striving for victory, but for defeat.

This "defeat" plan, even Casey and Bob don't know.

The real picture is actually not so rosy. This sneak attack was actually painstakingly attracted by Bill, in order to force Tronpu to be breathless and hard. It's just that there is still one last step missing to let this old man appear in person, and that is "deception". Bill once wanted to seriously study the tactics of the Asians, but he didn't seem to understand the art of war in those ancient books. In this extraordinary period, he had to come up with a strange idea based on his own understanding, that is, to pretend to be shot down in an air battle and make a forced landing in an enemy-controlled area. At that time, Chuangpu must have mistaken the head wolf for death. With Chuangpu's current panic, I am afraid that he will immediately show up and return all the responsibility to the Prince company.

"Wait for him to show his fox tail, there will be something to see." Bill also learned some exotic tropes while studying the Asian art of war.

The F-36 is back.

This wearable fighter jet exclusive to Bill the head wolf looks like a loyal horse returning to its owner after a thousand hardships, and it looks like it is excited. It approached the main tower of the Prince Company Building, lowered its flaps and slowed down, and then the entire nose of the aircraft was raised high by the lifting of the canard front wings, like a horse neighing. The two main cruise engines took over the main wings to provide lift for the fuselage, the attitude control nozzle was violently jetted and adjusted, and in the huge engine roar, the whole aircraft was completely upright, straight and majestic.

The plane hovered in an upright state, gradually approaching the main tower square, and the engine jets rolled up a vertical storm on the ground, flying sand and rocks in all directions, and the manic air flow was extremely fierce, blowing back the refugees and internal security fighters gathered nearby. But the F-36 has no scruples about anyone, and it only has the wolf Bill in its eyes.

The F-36 pans forward until it reaches Bill. This fighter does not have a standard cockpit system, the weight of the whole aircraft is not large, and the recoil burst that maintains hovering and jetting is not too large, and the people around are purely forced away by the momentum. Bill, the head wolf, didn't take a step back, didn't catch up, just waited for the F-36 to approach.

The wearable fighter was seated, hovering steadily, the cockpit belly cover was opened, like a long extension arm being raised outward, and the Fulton Systems winch lowered the towing cable and sent it within Bill's reach. Bill pulled the tow cable over and pulled out the transmitter unit module and put it back on the tip of his prosthetic. At this time, he saw that there was something still hanging from the end of the module, which was his prosthetic strap, which he had just used to tie Casey in place. It seems that Casey remembers what the head wolf said: "You'll have to pay me back in a moment." ”

Bill smiled heartily and put on all the components of the prosthetic leg and Fulton System terminal again, all in a stern and reverent process, like a ritual of communication between a racer and his own famous horse before going into the race. Fulton's Connected Recovery System was put on, and his brain was reconnected to the F-36.

The towing cable tightened and turned, and Bill soared into the air with the force of the force, and entered the cockpit like a cloud, and the F-36 canopy closed. The whole process is flawless, and it doesn't feel like a fighter or a pilot is in its own right, the two are completely one.

Bill sat in the cabin, and the seat belt was automatically attached.

Next, there is the final step of deception. It was the first time that Bill the Wolf had fought with a strategy he understood, and he felt a little unaccustomed. But he firmly believed that Mengbang had not been defeated by Asian-style intrigues, and that he could certainly learn and use such so-called tactics.

Before he could sit down, the communication indicator light turned on. Bill dialed the radio, and Casey's voice came through the headphones.

"Bill, Bob, he's not coming back." Casey's voice was fast and hurried. She had previously received reports from the airfield station that a convoy on a mission on the West Coast had lost contact, and she had just learned that there was a platoon of artillery Bob.

"Bob? Where is he now. ”

"The final contact is with the convoy."

"I didn't give him a mission tonight."

"He did it privately. I think he might be unhappy with your hosting of the Victory Dinner. ”

"I thought he was ......going out and having fun on his own," Bill paused, "tell me the coordinates and vector numbers of his last disappearance." ”

"I let the station ......"

Casey's call came to an abrupt end.

Bill was a little stunned, flapping his headphones and calling repeatedly, but nothing happened. He changed the channel to call other combat units, but no one responded. There was only a messy noise in the headphones, mixed with some strange clicking sound.

"There's an electronic jammer." Bill Jean F-36 searches for medium-altitude and upper-altitude signature signals. Now the F-36 is hovering vertically, with the nose radar facing the sky.

On the radar screen, there was no signal, not even the Prince Guard fighter that could be seen with the naked eye was not displayed on the radar screen, and it was obvious that the electronic jamming this time was not trivial. Even Bill himself was surprised that the company was not within the range of the Exorcism Tower, and that there could not be such a powerful electronic jamming device nearby that even Prince's own ground station could overwhelm it.

He vaguely felt something, and his ears twitched twice.

There is a communication coming in, one might even say breaking in.

Bill turns on the radio and lets the unfamiliar signal go unblocked.

It was an old voice, hoarse and sluggish, "Bill, I think we should probably talk." ”

He smiled, and Bill the Wolf finally stopped grinning his teeth and grinning, but an excited smile. He knew that the time had come for a final showdown. Chapter error, click here to report (no registration), the maintenance staff will correct the chapter content within two minutes after reporting, please wait patiently, and refresh the page.