"30 minutes."

An indicator board displays the time numerals, white on a black background, which is particularly dazzling at night.

A race girl walks down the track with this signboard. She wore only a black and white checkered apricot yellow swimsuit-style bodysuit, with a full and beautiful collar and bow tie, but the waist and abdomen were completely swimsuit-designed, exposing the girl's groin and hip bones, as well as her slender legs.

Some people may not notice this glowing signboard, and the Arena Girls are there to catch their attention.

Now, everyone knows to start the 30-minute countdown.

Dapeng Tsai walked outside the mourning hall and said to Meng Ji: "The Owari group will definitely make trouble for us this time." I'm just afraid that if something happens, they will turn around and deal with you, Uncle Shi. So...... If we don't come back, Uncle Shi won't remember it and leave here as much as possible. ”

Meng Zhen looked at the F-2CCV athletic aircraft of the Owari group in the distance, and gritted his teeth: "Since they broke in, they can only fight hard." It's just that forcing the fifth uncle's mourning hall like this is too deceitful. ”

"No way," Dapeng Zi sighed, "I can only say that I made a mistake and let them take advantage of the loophole." ”

"Huh?"

"We, the Hopi Society, had several head-on clashes with the Owari group, registered with the police, and the right to assemble was temporarily suspended. As a result, it was impossible for the flight to apply for a normal memorial service. Dapeng Tsai shook his head, "I'm also anxious, so I want to play a side game, and apply according to the competition flight, and the project is climbing." But as soon as I got through guò,, ****, the Owari group was added, and threatened to prevent other fleets from joining, and now it is making this farce - it is said to be a sacrifice, but outsiders have come; When it comes to competition, there are only two teams. Exercise! ”

"Senior brother, don't say that." Cheng Er took a step forward, "The Owari group deliberately made trouble for us, and we can't hide from it." ”

"I see." Meng Shu nodded, he crossed his hands on his hips and looked around, "The Owari group is here with the intention of finding trouble." ”

"Yes." Cheng Er hugged Dapeng and said.

At this time, the eagle-like eyes of the falcon were staring at the aircraft of the Owari group: "No wonder, I'm still thinking that their F-2CCV is a generation ahead of the J-8F on our side; But when it comes to high-altitude and high-speed capabilities, compared with us, there is not even a door. He paused, turned around, "Dapeng ......"

"Uncle Shi, what do you have to command?" Dapeng Tsai replied after being struck.

"Does our Heyi Society still have planes? Uncle Shi, I'm going to give you a ride. ”

Hearing Meng Hit say that, Dapeng Tsai and Cheng Er looked at each other.

Dapeng Tsai said first: "Yes, yes, but this time the competition aircraft we reported are two J-8F, and now the game is less than 30 minutes, I'm afraid we can't add the plane......"

"No!" Cheng Er suddenly interjected, "Uncle Meng, I am really grateful that you can give our brother a ride. We also applied for an accompanying camera to record the parachute flight, if you don't dislike it......"

"Alas! How can you let Uncle Shi drive that thing? Dapeng Tsai unceremoniously interrupted Cheng Er.

"But there is no other way now. The aircraft number and pilot name of the participating aircraft have been reported. Cheng Erdao.

Meng Bang waved his hand, "I'll see, what plane?" As long as I can fly, I don't care. ”

Cheng Er walked up to Meng Zheng and pointed outward: "Well, the one next to our J-8F and on the tarmac, the pilot is the brother of our Heyi Society." If I change drivers temporarily, I don't think there's a problem. It just depends on whether Uncle Shi can look down on it. ”

Meng squinted and looked into the distance: "Israel's 'lion cubs'? He knew that this kind of aircraft was indeed a bit old, and he was afraid that it would not be possible to guarantee flight safety. But as long as the ejection seat still works, the struck doesn't seem to be a big deal.

"Uncle Shi, let's go over and have a look first." Dapeng Tsai was a little worried, so he took Meng Strike and Chloe into the car.

All the way.

Dapeng Zai's helipad has been cordoned off and is being cleared before the game. Only the staff were busy going back and forth nearby, and when the countdown was 5 minutes, no one could touch the plane.

Meng jumped out of the car, looking at the accompanying camera in front of him, he understood Dapeng Zai's concerns, this plane is not ordinary old. Parking in front of me is an Israeli-made "Lion Cub" C.2 reconnaissance type, which was produced almost forty years ago.

This is a real old horse.

In order to install heavy photographic reconnaissance equipment in the nose cone of the machine, its head was long and drooping; The skin of the whole body was deeply dented under the impact of long-term rapid pressure, and it was supported by the roots of the partition, making the plane look skinny. The fuselage is littered with scratch marks, which are the marks left by long-term high-speed flight. The plane rubbed against the air at supersonic speed, as if it had been whipped with a leather whip, and the surface of the skin was painted by the invisible whip to draw scratches one by one, and the scars were accumulated.

The shock-absorbing hydraulic column of the landing gear seems to be unable to withstand this old bone, and eats deeply into the sleeve, as if once it lies down, it can no longer stand up. The stain leaking from the side of the nose dripped, like a tear stain from its labor.

Meng Zhan looked at the plane, as if he could hear the old horse's breathing.

He crouched down, only to understand where the wheezing sound of metal vibrating was coming from. The "Cub" aircraft was forcibly equipped with a SEPR-844 rocket booster engine in its abdomen, and the power compartment of the aircraft was shaking slightly.

This rocket engine is exclusively for the French-made "Mirage" fighter, while the "Cub" fighter was developed by Israel by stealing French drawings, and it would not have been possible to install the SEPR-844 rocket engine. To install it, you have to cut the belly and rivet the mounting frame directly to the load-bearing beam.

Not only that, but 8 additional bottle rocket boosters were nailed under the wings of the aircraft.

Looking around the installation position, I feel that the process is rough and miserable.

Meng Struck reached out and touched the old horse's belly, which had been cut and sewn on. At this time, a surging feeling surged from the fuselage, along the arm that was struck and rushed to the heart. He laughed, and could feel the old horse's heart still alive.

Meng Shi stood up, saw Dapeng Tsai and Cheng Er standing next to him, looking at him motionlessly, and said, "This is a good horse, it's mine." ”

When the two brothers heard this, they smiled. After all, they are still children, and they are naturally happy to have their uncle give them a ride.

Cheng Er turned his head and ran to the side and shouted towards the work area of the Heyi Society: "Bold Zhou! Bold Week, come here. ”

Meng Zheng wondered who this bold Zhou was, and saw Cheng Er bring a fat man wearing a regular compensatory flight suit and ran over. The fat man's swollen face and squinted eyes, probably in order to cover this fleshy fat face, so he kept long hair to cover his face and forehead. I saw him running over with Cheng Er and bowing to Meng: "Uncle Shi is good." ”

Cheng Er introduced to Meng Zheng: "This is our little brother, Bold Zhou. Originally, this accompanying camera was piloted by him, because the plane was so old that no one dared to fly except for Daring Zhou. But now that Uncle Shi is personally in battle, we are also relieved. Then, Cheng Er said to Daring Zhou: "Quick! Take off your flight suit and hand it to your uncle along with your helmet. ”

"Oh." After Daring Zhou finished speaking, he began to unload the compensatory equipment on his body.

Meng Jie picked up the equipment handed over by the second pair of hands and said: "Okay, okay, just have compensatory pants and helmets, and don't use anything else." ”

"Huh?" Dapeng was taken aback, "Uncle Shi, are you wearing a suit on the plane?" ”

"How? Is it handsome? "Mengbang put on compensatory pants, which are flatulence-like pants that squeeze blood out of the legs and head during a high-overload maneuver to avoid cerebral ischemia," he said. ”

Chloe laughed as she snorted. She saw Meng Zhu dressed in a suit and leather shoes but wearing compensatory pants, which at first glance looked a bit like erotic underwear. The compensatory pants basically only act on the thighs and calves, so the legs are tightly wrapped, but the crotch is completely exposed, outlining the strong body of the struck body.

Seeing Chloe snickering, he struck at her and walked over to her.

"What?" Chloe stuck out her tongue and blinked.

"Did you bring your phone?" Meng Jie asked.

"Huh?" Chloe frowned and squinted, smiling at Meng Strike, "You want to call?" ”

"No, let you make some money."

"Oh? Really? She bit her lip and opened her eyes wide and cried out with joy.

Meng Strike pointed to the side of the airport: "See the sports betting billboard over there?" I bet they must have a betting target for tonight's rising limit game, and the odds of Dapeng Tsai's Heyi Club are even higher. Remember, the Heyi Society that pressed Dapeng won the game. With that, Meng Struck smiled at Chloe, and then walked towards the old but powerful "Cub" C.2 plane.

Chloe was immediately excited when she heard the news, but as soon as she took out her mobile phone to log in to the betting site, she saw that Meng Zheng had left, and quickly shouted: "Hey! You haven't sued me for your account yet. ”

Meng Zhu turned around and waved at her from afar, and shouted with a smile: "Pay out of your own pocket!" Can't you believe me? ”

"If you lose! You'll have to compensate me! Chloe shouted, "Don't lose!" Absolute! Don't lose! ”

Meng Zheng nodded, then took the helmet sent by Dapeng Tsai, put it on his head, and then climbed down the ladder into the cockpit of the "Cub" fighter. Sweep the instrument up and down, in fact, the old model of the aircraft is better, the instrument and functional equipment are basically designed in accordance with the standard, everything is the same, but it is easier to get started.

He only thought that it was unusual to have a newly installed green switch plate in the upper left corner of the dashboard, which he had never seen before.

At this time, Dapeng Tsai also climbed up the ladder and said to Meng Zheng: "Uncle Shi, I don't think I need to say anything else, you must have no problem controlling this model." The only thing that is different about this plane is the modification we have here," he said, pointing to the switch discs he had just seen, "These are the switch panels for the opening and discarding functions of the booster rockets. ”

Then, he talked about the operation sequence of the rocket booster and the function of the camera equipment panel.

"Alright, alright." Buckle on, "Isn't it all labeled in Chinese with adhesive strips." ”

"Well, Uncle Shi, I still have this flight plan for you." Dapeng handed over a few pieces of paper.

Meng Shu took it and said: "It's redundant, I'll just follow your plane, whoever dares to make trouble for you and who I will step on!" ”

"Uncle Xie." Dapeng Tsai, wearing a bulky high-altitude flight suit, made a deep bow on the ladder frame, and almost missed hitting the cockpit bezel.

"Ha, come on, you can get on the plane too." Meng Zhu waved his hand, "When the victory returns, our uncle and nephew will have a good drink!" ”

"Uncle Shi, I'm not an adult yet." Dapeng smiled shyly.

"you, pretend to be pure!" Meng sneered.

"Alas! Okay! Dapeng jumped off the plane, hugged Cheng Er, and walked towards the two J-8F "fin whale" fighters in front.

The arena girl also walked up, holding a sign that read, "15 minutes." ”

At this moment, Meng Zheng heard his mobile phone ringing, and it was estimated that Chloe had to ask for his account before he was willing to bet, what an annoying lady.

Meng Zhu straightened up with difficulty, reached into his chest pocket strangled by the seat belt, pulled out his mobile phone and looked at the caller number, and said in his heart: Hey,. How could it be him! It seems that this person who drove the dead can't stop it.

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