There are limits to everything. [No pop-ups. 】

Since the Centoulier took the initiative to attack Bill, it means that it has reached its limit, and the spacing between its cracking and transformation is also limited, and the component units cannot be infinitely dispersed. This is the simplest dialectic of fallacy: perhaps its limbs can be separated, and its motion is maintained by a balance of electromagnetic and aerodynamic forces, but it is not possible to disperse to infinity.

Bill's F-36 fighter observation system was also recorded, and the data supported his inferences. Every time the whooping ghost performs a limb separation, the spacing is exactly the same, maybe not the limit distance, but at least the standard working state. In other words, as long as a super-large cannonball of some size exceeds the crack spacing and has sufficient tracking ability to bombard the Zenirs, it will not be able to dodge.

"No wonder." Bill understood. Just now, the Hundred Day Ghost did not dodge, but used electromagnetic force to tear his plane apart, this was not arrogance, but fear, and that attack exceeded its cracking limit. That is, "it's afraid of impact!" "Just imagine, a "super shell" that is maneuverable enough and large enough is none other than your own F-36. Head-on, it can't dodge. It was a brilliant and stupid solution, but it was in Bill's style, and he was about to rejoice, when he suddenly thought of the pain he had just experienced like a car cracking. Yes, if you crash into the Whooper, the Whooper will dismantle his F-36 in a volley, and its electromagnetic force can do it completely.

At a loss, the fuel warning light came on, and there was no time for Bill.

He had an idea in mind, but it was very risky, and it could even be said that there was no chance of success. Thanks to modern technology, he can transfer his ideas directly to the F-36's on-board computer through the repeater, let the computer calculate the environmental and physical impact, and finally derive the success rate of Bill's plan based on probability and maximum limits. Although he often does not consider the success rate, it is all based on intuition. This time too, the F-36's on-board computer evaluated his program as follows: the success rate is infinitely close to zero. The head wolf is never a person who looks ahead and backwards. If there's one person who does the same thing as the Boss and doesn't think about the consequences, it's Bill the Wolf. That's why Bill wants to overcome the attack, and he doesn't allow another person in the world to be like him.

This method has to be kept secret, even if it is for yourself. Anyway, let's get started.

Bill focused all his attention in front of him, and his sharp and highly tense mental awareness, aided by the Whooping Day Simulator system, began to slow down the sense of time. The roar of the engine elongated into a very eerie long groan, and the speeding clouds turned into a blurry cotton like slow motion. He can even control the blood flow throughout his body and control his heartbeat.

You only get one chance.

At this critical moment, the unexpected happened.

Bill's dashboard lit up with a large red light. The aircraft fuel warning is already a trivial matter, its F-36 received an active threat warning, and it was locked by a high-power fire control system and optical sighting equipment at the same time, and the whole aircraft was caught in interference. It only took half a second for Bill to be smashed to pieces.

The threat is from the rear, who is it! Who's aiming at themselves.

The wolf tilted his head and glanced in the rearview mirror, he didn't think anyone other than the Whoopers was worth looking at in the eye.

The people behind him didn't dodge either, flying directly behind Bill. A huge, ferocious fighter jet stared at him fiercely, the plane was so big that it had a full wingspan of more than 20 meters, almost seven times the size of Bill's beloved F-36 fighter.

No one can handle such a massive sport fighter jet, but the giantess Kara and her F-24 Tomcat II heavy fighter. Huge enough to accommodate powerful on-board electronics, Bill the Wolf has been locked in by her, and there is no possibility of escape.

Kara didn't fire, but she didn't say anything either.

Bill knew what she was thinking. He had just opened fire on Mong, which was heinous for Kara. As long as the slightest thought of shooting down the Mengyan strikes comes up, I'm afraid that Kara will be killed first. Right now, the probability of killing Montene is only a little higher than zero, but the probability of being killed by Kara is 100%.

The head wolf didn't speak, just stared at Kara with his piercing eyes, and the rearview mirror reflected his wolf-like fierce and resolute eyes. He believed that Kara could see his own expressions, that her long-range camera system was far more effective and accurate than her own F-36, and that she must be watching her.

Bill had to communicate his will to Kara: no matter what happened, he had to do it.

These words cannot be expressed over the radio, and the intelligence system of the whooping ghost is rapidly evolving, and it is enough to understand human conversations. Bill can only communicate his will with his eyes and make Kara believe in himself.

There was a brief silence, and she knew what she wanted, and she had no way of knowing.

The fuel warning lights are still flashing and urging, but Bill is willing to give all his time and patience to Kara, and he hopes to establish some kind of communication with Kara that goes beyond words. At this short distance, he seemed to be able to see her.

The two men stared at each other from a distance they couldn't see, and Bill's electronic interference was gone, but the fire control radar lock was not removed. Bill seized on Kara's momentary trust and refocused his gaze on the Hundred Days. He took a deep breath, and naturally took the joystick with his right hand to the **** side, slowly aiming at the whooping ghost and following its course to start a large arc maneuver, slowly approaching the demon.

The Centuans weren't fast, and were now almost down to the lowest stall speed Bill could reach. The flight posture is very stable, like a rock suspended in the air. Bill knew that this was the usual appearance of the Hundred Suns, and it deliberately made such a majestic appearance. His speed was not fast, and he slowly decreased, and he had no intention of ramming the Hundred Days Ghost at all; Although according to the plan, he did have to ram the Hundred Days.

The battle between Bill and the demon gradually turns into a psychological battle.

Now that the Centennial has been able to calculate Bill's plan, Bill has to implement it in a tactic that is beyond logic, so that the curious demon can't help but want to see what Bill is up to. The F-36 fighter slightly adjusted the wing surface, the engine afterburner stopped, the tail nozzle adjustment plate slowly enlarged, and the speed was further reduced. Bill's speed was almost the same as that of a whooper, and the two planes hovered side by side.

Kara's F-24 fighter was too heavy to maintain such a low speed even with a fully opened main wing. But she wanted to protect the struck and never allow the head wolf any chance to kill him. Kara begins to maneuver in a serpentine manner, locking Bill and the Centurion within range of her fire control system at all times.

The Centuans were clearly impatient. It unfolds a strong electromagnetic field, which is not an ordinary magnetizing force, but a compound force that works together with aerodynamic forces. Bill felt the sensation of tearing limbs again, the F-36's fuselage was shaking, the structural trusses were showing a tendency to break, the skin was constantly squeezing out irregular folds, and a pair of huge hands were tearing at the plane. The plane's sensors convert the sensations into telegraphic signals to Bill, and he feels the same pain, and his body feels like a car splitting in pain.

He gritted his teeth and continued to approach the Centuans at a slow relative pace. But the engine had to give more thrust, and this magnetic force was pushing away from his plane. The body of the entire aircraft, although made of composite materials, inevitably used ferromagnetic and ferromagnetic metals, which are dismembering themselves from the inside under the influence of whooping ghosts.

Bill is moving forward, and the plane is slowly disintegrating.

The Hundred Days had become an unapproachable god, and every inch Bill moved forward would cause the plane to shatter and collapse further. Kara watched Bill's disintegration from a distance, and even she was somehow touched. Under the influence of the Whooping Devil, the plane's skin was torn inch by inch and the pipes collapsed, which for Bill was equivalent to the pain of skin peeling off and muscle cutting. But why did he approach the Hundred Day Ghost at such a slow pace, didn't this increase his pain time.

The closer the F-36 got to the Centoulier, the deeper the collapse of the fuselage grew. At this rate of disintegration, it was impossible for him to hit the Hundred Day Oni.

Bill endured the pain and gritted his teeth: "Hit!" I know you're still here, you can hear me! ”

There was no response, and Bill only felt a gust of hot wind blow in his face, ripping off all his skin. And so it is, the whoopers almost tore the F-36 to the ground. The skeleton of the aircraft is exposed, and the flight is maintained entirely by the thrust of the engines and the aerodynamics of the fuselage plates.

The Hundred Days Ghost is still as immovable as a god who has descended into the world.

There seems to be no hope left, and the F-36 fighter has been unable to withstand any kind of impact and is on the verge of disintegration. The monolithic indirect display in front of the head wolf had long since collapsed, the front guard had fallen off, and he could almost see the gray sky and broken clouds outside. "It's over." Maybe you shouldn't have had any hope in the first place, after all, the success rate is infinitely close to zero.

He pouted and grinned, and jerked the throttle stick forward. At this moment, the F-36 burst out with all its strength and lunged forward towards the Centuanian.

When Kara saw this, she couldn't help but scream. Bill: This is a suicide. The next thing is conceivable, the entire F-36 fighter was completely shattered. It completely disintegrated under the repulsive force exerted by the Centouniers, turning into a pile of sloppy parts. Kara held her breath and searched with all her might, she didn't believe Bill was dead like that.

In half an instant, in a very short period of time when no one could react, I am afraid that even the Hundred Days Ghost could not have imagined that the head wolf Bill rushed out of the pile of broken F-36 fighter wreckage. He detached from the plane moments before it disintegrated, dodging the shattered parts and unfurling the fighter's unique personal wingsuit kit outside the cabin. Bill's flying wingsuit has saved him more than once, from the former US headquarters building to the current anti-Whooping Ghost operation, this power wingsuit has been his trump card. Now it's his last trump card, the entire wingsuit is all-composite, without the use of any ferromagnetic metal, and the whooping ghost can't control him with a magnetization generator. For the Whoopers, Bill is basically made of plastic.

On the wing, four miniature turbine engines work at full force to propel Bill, the head wolf, forward. That's why he's kept his slow pace close to the Hundred Days, and he had to make sure he survived such a dangerous vaudeville battle.

It's a pity that things never go as smoothly as I thought, maybe this is the Murphy effect. Bill's speed was so fast that he missed the front fuselage of the Centurion and fell to the side.

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