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Inexplicable words came from deep in his throat, and it didn't sound like he was speaking with his own vocal cords; His throat became a dark cave, a gateway to hell. And this sentence seemed to come from another world, gurgling out through his swollen throat, and pouring into his ear canal like mercury-

The co-pilot of the 135 tanker has never been more nervous.

What happened to the captain next to him, and what did this inexplicable remark mean. The captain was still wearing a helmet, and his inky black goggles were pulled under and blocking his eyes. The co-pilot could only see his crooked and almost dislocated jaw and odd lip shape. Suddenly, he didn't even recognize the person in front of him as the captain, the captain who had led the entire crew from birth to death, who had never been fearless, and who could always be trusted. Now he was hunched over, his head tilted to the side at an extremely abnormal angle, as if an invisible hand was tearing at his head.

"I'm completely free, I'm free." More voices welled up in the captain's throat, "Come on, you'll understand when you come in." ”

The co-pilot trembled in this terrible tone, his body tried to struggle backwards, and he even forgot to unbuckle his seat belt. "Kevin, what's wrong with you." He shuddered the captain's name.

The captain's Adam's apple moved up and down, as if something was about to burst out of it.

On the runway next to the tanker, the mercenary fighters are landing one after another. -.-□In order to save time, the whole team landed in a dense column with a minimum spacing, and the noise of the neighing of various jet engines was superimposed on each other, which was deafening. The other side of the tanker is immediately adjacent to the taxiway, and the aircraft that has completed the ground reduction begins to turn around and turn back, passing through the fuselage of the -135 in turn. Each mercenary opened the cockpit canopy in turn and saluted or saluted the tanker, thanking the brave captain and the entire crew for insisting on refueling everyone and saving everyone.

But none of them knew what was going on in the cockpit of the tanker.

"Kevin!" No matter how the co-pilot called the captain's name, the other party did not respond normally, and what was worse was that the captain's body was gradually losing control, and he began to twist and struggle violently, and his arms kept waving to the co-pilot's side, his expression was twisted like a wrung out towel, and he looked extremely uncomfortable.

The co-pilot was stunned for a while, and he couldn't accept the changes that were taking place in Captain Kevin. The captain was turning into something inhuman, some kind of monster he had fought against.

In his mind, Kevin is a warrior who combines bravery and skill, and there is no doubt about that. Under his leadership, the -135 stratotanker is well known in the western Pacific. "Oil bar" is the most reliable, they once did not hesitate to penetrate the air defense network of the Central 6 in order to save their comrades, and refueled friendly planes at low altitudes, even if the 100-day ghosts are out of control and puppets are overflowing today, they have never disappointed anyone. Under Kevin's pilot, they were the luckiest crew, and they escaped from the dense fire net many times, and they were unharmed under the rain of bullets, and even the lucky Cheng dù couldn't believe it. Pomodoro Fiction Network w'w-w'.'f'q-xsw This qiē is all because Kevin, as long as he is there, he can send everyone home.

Now, this twisted monster in front of me is something.

The co-pilot reached into the pouch on the side of the seat, tore open the snap button, and took out the gun case. It was a varnished wooden locket with a name note on the side of the box with Captain Kevin's full name on it. Inside the box was the captain's pistol and two full magazines.

"Captain, it's my greatest honor to work with you." The co-pilot struggled to control his excitement, took the gun out of the fixing slot, and loaded the magazine.

At this point, the body in the driver's seat could no longer speak, and its body was writhing incessantly, trying to break free from the seat belt. His expression also became hideous, and it was terrifying to drive.

The co-pilot pulled the sleeve to load: "Kevin, in fact, you have a hunch, right." I finally understand why you had to put your gun on my side when you came back from the hospital. I was so stupid, I was so stupid. But it doesn't matter, you're a warrior, from beginning to end, a complete, pure warrior. As he spoke, he raised his gun and pointed it at the captain's forehead, "I'll keep the honor for you." ”

Outside the cabin was the narrow tarmac of Baker Island Airport, where most of the mercenary fighters had already steadied themselves and turned off their engines, and the Falcon 2's F-1-SE was the last to land, leaving the liaison road and slowly approaching the tanker through the Guò taxiway. The airport fire engine is spraying foam, the fire of the No. 1 engine has been extinguished, and the huge culvert is completely submerged in the foam, and it looks like a snow-capped mountain around it. Tomato ○☆ novel △ net ☆ w-w'w-.'f'q-x-s'w-.

The Falcon 2 opened its canopy as it taxied, ready to salute the captain of the tanker aircraft.

Suddenly, a flash of light streaked across -135's cockpit. The front windshield of the nose was immediately sprayed with a large dark red slurry. As a mercenary, Falcon 2 was well aware that someone had fired a shot.

"What's going on! Oil, I see flashes here, what's wrong. ”

No one answered.

The mercenaries on the tarmac also noticed that something was wrong, and they jumped out of their planes in twos and threes and ran towards the -135 tanker in the second lane. Even the hammer and grasshopper on the fire truck walked to the left of the nose after checking that the fire had been extinguished, and the hammer shouted: "Open the door!" Open the hatch. ”

Tankers are military-standard, come with their own ladders, and do not require a special boarding ladder like civil aircraft. The door opened to the left side of the nose of the plane, and the vertical ladder slid straight out. Seeing someone about to board the plane, the navigator shouted, "Don't touch anything once you're in the cabin." ”

"Something's wrong."

"We don't know, someone in the cockpit is shooting."

Even the crew members of the tanker did not know what was going on. The -135 is a mercenary aircraft with a locked cockpit. The crew could only slam the door in front of them, and they had no way of knowing what was going on inside. There are suspicions that hijackers were infiltrated in the cockpit, and the captain and co-pilot may have fired their guns while fighting them.

The Falcon 2 was the first to enter the cabin, although he was no longer established, but dozens of hours ago he also belonged to the Northern State State Security Force, undertaking the dual tasks of external defense and internal security maintenance, which is equivalent to the integration of military and police, and the military rank is the highest level among all state security teams. Whether the shooting in the cockpit was an internal homicide or an external invasion, he was qualified to enforce the law. On the other hand, the tanker is already owned by an individual, which is equivalent to the private territory of the crew members, and direct entry by people without law enforcement authority will be regarded as an invasion, and from this point of view, it is more appropriate to let the Falcon 2 take the lead in first. So there were so many mercenaries on the scene, but they were all waiting for him to go in first, and then they rushed in.

The door to the cockpit opened, and it was the co-pilot of the tanker who opened the door.

His face and chest were splattered with blood, the instrument panel in front of him was horrific, and the entire interior space was sprayed with blood and yellow and white human tissue. The captain collapsed in the pilot's seat on the left, face down, with a large hole in the back of his helmet facing outward, and the flesh and blood were blurred inside.

Falcon 2 was a little stunned. This was different from what he had imagined, there was no third person in the cabin, there were no signs of a fight, and the gun was in the co-pilot's hand. It almost doesn't take much thought to guess that the co-pilot killed the captain, but why did the co-pilot do that. He felt a little confused.

When the navigator and mechanic of the same plane saw that the captain was shot, they didn't say anything serious, but they all formed some kind of tacit understanding in an instant, as if they had a heart-to-heart connection. They squeezed past Falcon 2 and hugged the co-pilot in turn, as if they were all silent.

Falcon 2 felt very embarrassed and wanted to get out. He felt like he was in a strange country family, where the members of the family were inextricably linked to each other, and the respect or killing between them was incomprehensible to outsiders.

In fact, the crew of this tanker is a family, and the "oil bar" is composed of 5 people, Kevin, as the head of the family, as well as the co-pilot, navigator and accountant, mechanic and fuel pipe operator. This plane is their home, maintaining their life and survival relationship. After the end of the First Sino-Japanese War, many crew members of large aircraft lived on planes all year round, and the more ordinary their comrades-in-arms were with each other, they developed into a kind of delicate family relationship.

The refueling hose operator in the tail position also walked over, and he couldn't squeeze into the cockpit, but just made eye contact with the co-pilot from a distance, as if to say, "We all know." ”

The co-pilot saw the refueling operator, the two were about the same age, a bit like brothers. His lips moved, and he didn't speak.

"Daddy has changed, hasn't he?" The young operator asked.

The co-pilot nodded in acquiescence.

Falcon 2 gradually understood. It seems that the strange rebirth of -135 just now and the miraculous successful landing were not accidental. The captain, in order to save the lives of family members, turned into a puppet of this tanker plane. Although this can make the machine have a certain will to survive and challenge the limits of themselves; But as a driver, you will get lost in the brain wave control system, and the brain will be irreversibly traumatized.

The scene at the last moment, Falcon 2 can even imagine: the captain's mission is completed, and he is not saved. In order to end the captain's suffering and maintain his dignity, the co-pilot shot and ended his life.

Falcon 2 suddenly realized a problem, the -135 is a large tanker, how can it be installed with a whooping ghost system. Brainwave control based on the 100-day ghost technology is an epoch-making technology for air combat fighters, which can lower the threshold for pilot training and increase the efficiency of fighters exponentially.

But in front of him was a clumsy tanker plane that didn't need air combat, and the captain was extremely experienced, and this plane didn't need to be equipped with the brainwave control system of the whooping ghost anyway. In this case, why do drivers who do not use the brainwave control system also turn into puppets?

"It's contagious!"

An unfamiliar voice shouted behind him.

"I said a long time ago that they couldn't be allowed to land. Monster sickness is contagious! It's all over now, everyone will be a monster! ”

Infect? This sentence pierced Falcon 2's heart like a needle. He had already had this suspicion that the puppet would spread among ordinary people, and even those who did not come into contact with the whooping ghost would become one of those walking dead puppet pilots.

Falcon 2 looked at his hands, then at the blood dripping from the cabin, at the captain with his head open, and at the gun in the co-pilot's hand. Suddenly, he felt that the eyes of everyone around him had become strange and subtle.

"I'm going to be a puppet too?" He said inwardly, "No, I won't allow it. ”