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The Kara actuator slowly lowered to the sea-skimming flight altitude, the altimeter reading was less than 1o meters, and the gray-white spray was clearly visible on both sides of the cockpit. The whole world seems to be put into the eye of a fish, and the scenery is sunken into a strange bowl bottom shape, which is the opposite of the spherical arc seen in space. She saw that the sea level around her had turned up at both ends and sunken inward, except for a black bulge in the middle, which was particularly noticeable against the background of the night sky.

"Baker Island is still there, just ahead." "But the guiding lights were turned off. ”

The radio channels of the mercenary fleet are as lively as ever:

"Bastard, how dare you do that."

"Don't you want to make money? There are so many of us, big deals. ”

"What to do, you can't blindly surrender without guidance, and you have to fold it all here."

"It's so easy to get away from here, I don't want to gamble anymore."

"Hey, you go down first. If you hit something, you can also light up the first navigation light. ”

"Why don't you go?"

The more people talked, the more restless they became. There are no other airports in the vicinity, and there is not enough fuel to find the next diversion point. And the black island runway does not have navigation and ground facilities to help land, no one dares to land rashly. The pilots at this time are the most irritable. For ordinary people, fighter pilots can parachute directly once they have something, but no one will take the initiative to choose to parachute. The terrible process of parachuting is no less than a direct crash, the parachute is difficult to control, and you may be dragged on the ground by the huge umbrella cover and rubbed until the whole body is broken and the skin is incomplete; Or hung on a cliff to be dried alive. Once you skydive, you are giving up the control of your life. That is why the pilot would rather die than choose to make a forced landing, at least at the last moment of the forced landing, fate is still in his own hands.

A voice changed the subject: "Perhaps, the people down there have become that kind of thing." ”

"What do you mean?" Someone****.

"Don't you understand. As we all saw just now, that thing can spread madness, and maybe the people on the ground have become that thing, brainless monsters. ”

"I agree. I've been to Baker Island before, and it's a busy airport where my brothers from Hawaii to Ostria stop by. If there were people down there, it wouldn't be like this. ”

"They're all dead?"

"Maybe they've all become that kind of monster, waiting for us to go down."

Kara slowly pulled the lever and raised the height, which she also felt very abnormal. Baker Island is almost devoid of grass, but it is not dead. It is one of the many islands where the United States built airfields in the Pacific Ocean and was an important air base during World War II. The central runway is 1,665 meters long, and almost all aircraft can land. △◇△Tomato Novel Network□w-w-w-.'FQXSW After the war, it was used as a relay supply station for mercenaries, which was very popular. Moreover, there is an exorcism tower built on Baker Island, which was converted from a long-range radio navigation station.

She checked through the Guò Fellow Association's network and saw that the registration information on Baker Island was still normal, station number 91, radio call-1, and with this information, she could at least try to communicate.

F-24 fighters have approached the skies over Baker Island. Kara repeatedly called as usual for the club's registration, but there was no response.

"Don't mother-in-law, I'll go down and have a look." She turned to the mercenaries and said, "If the equipment is okay, I'll turn on the landing facility, hopefully it's the system I've seen." ”

"Kara, wait." Falcon 2 followed

"Can't wait. Don't worry, my plane is a salt water machine, and 1oo meters of runway is enough. The big runway down there is a kilometer and a half. ”

Kara is right, only Kara's F-24 has sufficient automated electronic systems and low runway take-off and landing capabilities. If you need to take risks, she is still the best fit.

"I'll cover you." Falcon 2 replied.

"Thanks."

The F-24 slowly approached Baker Island, the nose optoelectronic system and the fuselage's integrated terrain tracking system began to move, and under the infrared mode and laser scanning work, the on-board computer began to map the relative orientation and angle of the terrain and the runway, and calculated the best 6 tracks. Tomato □ said ▽ net ☆ w'w-w'.fqxsw

During the entire scan, Kara didn't see anything out of the ordinary, and the island was like a sudden death, leaving no signs of death.

The terrain scan is complete. "Guys, follow me down in a moment. Oh, I wish there were chefs among us. ”

"The ushers with -135 used to be cooks."

Kara smiled and began to turn into Route 6.

There was nothing to see in front of the windshield except endless pitch black, and Baker Island was not as clear as the sea. The silhouette of the virtual runway projected on the Caraton Guò head-up display begins to approach in small turns, the wings are fully open, the flaps are lowered, and the massive F-24 slowly descends under the support of the air.

As the altitude decreases, the sea breeze becomes violent. Kara began to turn the nose of the plane to the headwind, relying on thrust to balance the course deflection caused by the crosswind.

The altimeter's numbers continue to decrease, and the light markers on the runway are getting larger and larger, all of which are computer-simulated images that allow pilots to see a virtual runway. But in fact, no one knows if there is a runway here.

Kara lowered the landing gear and turned on the 6 lights and taxiing lights, and the F-24 burst into a blinding light, but it only dispelled the slightest bit of darkness in front of her.

The wind noise outside the cockpit was getting louder and louder, and she felt the ground. Countless bright lines appeared in front of me, like elongated sandpaper. In a trance, she saw a white line pass by, and the plane slammed into the ground with a bang, and the hydraulic part of the long-travel landing gear unique to the carrier-based aircraft was deeply pressed into it, cushioning the impact of the steel giant. ▽□ Fan △ Eggplant Novel Network ▽ w'w'w'.-f-q-x-sw In the rearview mirror, the sand and rocks are flying, and the loess is long, all of which are the smoke and dust blown up when she lands.

The mercenaries hovering in the air saw that Kara had landed successfully, and they were no longer as excited as they were just now, and Carla seemed to have become the eldest sister who could be trusted by this group, and this success was a piece of cake for the eldest sister Kara, and it was deserved.

The F-24 glides slowly down the runway, and the effect of the double thrust is evident at this time. The aircraft can be reduced or even retreated by virtue of its own power, and there is no need for troublesome parachute reduction. The glide lights on the nose gear illuminated the front of the runway, and Kara didn't see anything out of the ordinary, no wreckage, no obstacles, and no injuries or bodies.

Entering the first contact exit, Falcon 2 flew past in an F-1-SE, flying as low as he could, trying to provide cover for Kara. His fighter is a standard model of the Air Force, which is much more delicate than the Navy's aircraft, and if there are no emergency arresting cables in six places and no landing assistance system, he may have to use the more than 1,000-meter runway, and he may not be able to ensure safety.

It didn't take long for Kara's plane to leave the liaison road and reach the main tarmac via the guò taxiway. The taxiing lights on her plane could only illuminate the front, which was not a patrol car, after all. Even if she landed, Kara would not know what had happened to the Baker Island base. There seemed to be some dark shadows of airplanes next to it, and I couldn't see anything clearly. She couldn't even tell if the shadows were airplanes or not, the only thing she could tell was the area ahead illuminated by the taxilights, proving that she was indeed on the ground.

Kara didn't stop at the tarmac, she kept her minimum thrust and continued to glide towards the tower, she didn't want to walk to the tower on her legs in an unclear and dangerous situation.

Although the runway is long, the facilities at the Baker Island base are very rudimentary. Kara arrived at the base control station, where the tower, the operation hall and even the airport personnel lounge are arranged, looking like a pocket castle.

Kara stops gliding, turning off the motive. The canopy opened, and the sea breeze poured in with fresh air. She stood up, took off her helmet, took a deep breath, and looked at the airport tower next to her.

It wasn't completely dark, only the lights in the outer hall were off, and the operation hall inside was still lit, but it wasn't all on, some of the lights were still flashing, and the ballasts were sizzling, which made Carla feel even more disturbing. However, the motor is still working, and at least it is still energized here.

She bent down and opened the guò switch from the cabin to release the plane's own gangway. The ease of maintenance of carrier-based aircraft is an advantage here, as Kara can calmly descend the gangway without having to wait for someone to lift the ladder like an Air Force pilot, let alone jump directly down at the risk of falling ****** squat.

Turn on the emergency flashlight on your chest, pull the gun out of the holster, remove the safe, and load it. Then he walked forward step by step. Instead of holding a gun, she held it high. If she encounters a real normal human, Kara doesn't want to have a conflict with each other.

The Falcon 2's F-1-SE fighter was hovering behind him, and he couldn't help much, as the Vulcan cannon on the plane, once fired, would only knock out the entire tower.

The tower resembles an old abandoned library, with peeling concrete walls, exposed electrical wiring and a damp floor. But the facilities are meticulous, and the architectural schematics hanging in the outer hall allow Kara to quickly find where she is going.

"Guys, get your toothbrush and panties ready, they work here." She radioed the restless mercenaries a little.

"Great, Kara, let's get ready." Falcon 2 replied. He's still hovering low, and he's lucky to know Carla today, otherwise he'd been a lost dog. Alaska has been locked down, all of your teammates are missing, and the fighter jets around it have all turned into incomprehensible monsters. She should have died in the sea, but now she has found a partner again, found a new goal and direction, so many people are led by this woman, she is really an incredible woman. He decided to follow her, and as soon as he landed, he would contact the former Free State Joint Command to prepare to exit. In fact, this is just a moral process, the former American Free State Alliance has collapsed, and he has long been without a boss.

Falcon 2 looked at the tower again, waiting for Kara's confirmation.

"Kara? Did you get it? ”

For some reason, Kara didn't answer. Her figure had disappeared at the gate of the tower, and nothing could be seen from the sky.

"Kara, please answer." Falcon 2 called again.

The other mercenaries also descended and gathered and began to approach the tower, "Kara, what's wrong, why don't you answer." ”

Falcon 2 was a little worried, and he lowered the altitude again, released the nose landing gear, turned on the glide lights, and turned the rudder through the guò to let the lights flood the tower. The light was bright, but it only illuminated the tower white, and no one knew what was going on inside.

"Kara! Answer quickly! He shouted.

The tower at the base of Baker Island was completely silent, like a giant tombstone, holding everyone's hopes firmly under.