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www.Klxsw.com [latest chapter reading baoliny]: 7777772e766f6474772e636f6d For more exciting novels, please visit wèn, he is never about winning, winning or anything else. What he really cares about is being right. For example, if there is a debtor who has been wronged, and there is revenge, it is similar to what we say about sinners who must be punished. Or rather, he cares about fairness and justice. If someone wants to laugh at such a person, then ask him to tell him what he has done. ”

On the TV screen, the platinum-haired Chloe was clearly enraged by the host. She's already a seasoned veteran journalist, but when she talks about the striking, she suddenly becomes emotional.

As a reporter for Meng's activities in the South Seas, Chloe almost became his spokesman. The news agency simply asked her to do a special follow-up report, and she became a frequent guest on many related programs. Now that the life and death of the former American continent is approaching, the whole world is paying attention, or should we say wait and see. At this time, the camera is naturally indispensable to Chloe.

"I'm not going to ask you to take back what you just said, I'm helping you realize that your problem is ridiculous." Chloe said bluntly to the host, "You ask why Meng Yan hasn't won yet, you obviously don't understand the heart of a person like him, what is a victory." I can now answer you definitively, that he did not and will not shoot down those bombers, that he did not go for those bombers in the first place, that he was not a mercenary who was driven by men. She stood up abruptly on the screen, and her body suddenly exceeded the screen, and the cameraman could only quickly zoom out of the camera.

"I said one is enough. It was a nuclear-powered plane, carrying an unlocked nuclear bomb, and there was no way he could shoot down something like that in an urban area. That's what Mont Strike would think. ”

The moderator did not lose any faux puff because of Chloe's anger, and then asked, "Is it more righteous to let the nuclear bomb explode?"

"What the hell." Chloe would unconsciously use the mantra of the striking. She froze for a moment as if she had been defeated, then sat back down on the couch. The cameraman pulled the camera to a close-up of her face, which felt a little fluffy and covered in a golden glow. I have to admit that the so-called calm and wise when she works like this is much cuter.

"You still don't understand." She looks like a preschool teacher, "Fairness and justice, these are two words that are used together, you think it is justice to help good people and kill bad people." No, the idea is too shallow, you ignore the relationship between fairness and justice"

"Sounds like sophistry." The host couldn't interrupt Chloe, their voices crushed each other, and the show became more and more chaotic.

The world has become weird.

War, killing, life and death, these words have lost their original meaning, and have become pawns of politicians, business of capitalists, or playgrounds of adventurers, from which everyone can find what they want. The explosion of a nuclear bomb is nothing more than a new type of game, and how to get its own benefits from it is the key issue. This is a time when there is no heaven and no hell, enjoy life and enjoy death.

At this time, the new eastern capital was already beginning to prepare for the triumphal ceremony of the Central Continent's rebel fleet.

Koloi was right when he said that Meng Zhan did not intend to shoot down those B72 nuclear-powered bombers. Anyone may be able to name seven or eight reasons, but the key one is that his target is not airplanes, but people. The enemies who were struck were those who wanted to resurrect the Whooping Ghost plan.

For all this time, he has been searching for the lost Seven Aces of Jiawu and finding out the real culprit who gouged out the Hundred Days Ghost from the cemetery. Otherwise, that person will have a tsunami-like mimicry effect. Isn't Arnold the best example?

The whooping ghost must die.

This is the goal of his heart.

Meng Strike drove the J-20 through the thick clouds and moved quickly, with Kara's F14 following behind.

Kara was relieved, and felt a kind of inexplicable gratitude that he didn't move towards the b72. It was as if a voice in his head was saying that he had done it specifically for himself. However, Kara quickly dismissed the somewhat embarrassing idea. In fact, the objective reason for not doing anything is not simple, his plane, together with himself, now has only five air-to-air missiles, how can he take out three B72 bombers that are as magnificent as a mountain.

Meng Strike must have had something else in mind. Kara pondered in her heart, following steadily behind Meng. What he does, what he does.

The radar siren suddenly sounded, and she surged up her spirits, this was perhaps her most fatigued long-range raid. The B72 outside the clouds is still searching, and the poor electromagnetic environment and poor visibility have also caused a lot of trouble for the ghost. Sure enough, the alarm suddenly stopped as if it was out of breath, and then there were two short noises.

These B72s, which use the whooping ghost system, find themselves only a matter of time.

"There's no need to be afraid, there's no need for that." Carla was muttering to herself in her head, as if she had some kind of premonition. This battle is full of unnatural and surreal feelings, but it is all your own choice, just like your past life. She looked at the green numbers and watch on the heads-up display, and the flying scales seemed to be about to dance.

In the short interval between the battle, in a state of fatigue, her thoughts swelled like a ball of yarn that exploded, filling her brain to the brim. "That's right, it's all my own choice. This qiē is really terrible, why do I always choose the wrong one. Her eyes rolled a little, and she was very tired from the long combat flight. Now that she was temporarily free from the enemy, she felt as if she had suddenly sunk into a quagmire, and her limbs were strained.

In the past, I was so unlucky, blindly joining the army, because everyone joined the army; After the war, he gathered his comrades together indiscriminately and participated in the formation of the Vespa combat team; Joining Arnold, leaving Arnold; Rescue Lee, Lose Lee. Every step is your own choice, but you always choose the wrong one.

If you start from scratch and everything is reversed, it is difficult to imagine what the current state will be.

Now the choice to follow him is also one of his many stupid choices.

The J-20 in front of the left is undulating in the thick clouds, appearing and disappearing, and he seems to be looking for something.

The radar siren beeped again, and Kara's heart swelled again. Today's situation is really the result of a series of wrong choices. She shook her helmet to clear her mind, she couldn't think about it anymore. Finding Arnold and ending this qiē is the first thing to do.

Two people so inexplicably determined the same tactical goal that they could come to exactly the same conclusion without knowing each other. It's just that it's still a long way from the Fort Livos military correctional camp in Kansas, and as long as you get there, it can be over.

The alarm is still ringing.

Kara was alert. Unlike the intermittent reaction just now, this time the alarm is clear and clear, indicating that the other party is very close and the radar has completed locking and tracking.

As soon as I thought of this, the thick clouds around me began to change dramatically. The clouds on the left are rapidly dispersing, and layers of air masses are churning in both directions, like a pot of boiling water. Next, a huge gray-black silhouette gradually emerged from the clouds, and the area continued to expand.

There is no doubt that this feature is none other than the American whooping B72, which has already been chased. As Kara knew, it was loaded with an epochal on-board computer, enough to map the trajectory of all aircraft in the entire airspace of air combat. It seems that the other party has found this mysterious passage that the thick cloud cannot see.

"Don't be nervous, don't be afraid."

She said to herself.

Her voice began to tremble, and Kara was indeed a little scared.

The thick clouds suddenly stopped moving, and the clouds that looked like boiling water suddenly stopped. This dead silence makes people feel even more oppressive and uncomfortable.

Kara's eyes were still fixed on Meng, and she only glanced at the anomaly in front of her left out of the corner of her eye. Then, as expected, B72's alien skull-like face appeared, thrust forward, and pressed towards Kara.

At this moment, the struck sent a signal. In the midst of the harsh electromagnetic environment of the nuclear smoke cloud, he sent out a signal that any pilot understands to swing the wings, which stands for "follow me".

"No problem." In the F14 cockpit, Carla licked her lips.

In front of him, the J-20 fighter pressed the lever to the right, as if rolling on a trampoline, then overturning and diving, and plunging into the sea of clouds. The force was so strong that the clouds seemed to be knocked out of a triangular cavern.

Kara quickly followed, pressing down on the lever and flipping it over, maneuvering accurately along the flight path of the attack. The F14 wing is fully retracted, and the left and right wing spoilers are used to control the attitude. The hollow outline of the sea of clouds is getting deeper and deeper, as if there is a suction force to pull itself through.

Meng Zheng has already rushed in, and there is nothing to fear.

Kara slowly pulled the nose of the plane, allowing the overturned Tomcat to descend with the footsteps of the attack. But when this action is completed, several other places also successively alarm that the height is too low, the descent rate is too high, and they are pulled up. The beeping of various alarms mingled together, making people confused.

She knew what those two alarms meant, and it was a mountain crash. A simple map of the multi-function display indicates that there are many large and small mountains in the vicinity, and it is extremely unwise to choose to quickly dive out of the clouds in such an area, and it is likely that you will not see anything and hit the mountain directly.

Since you have chosen to trust him completely, what is there to be afraid of. I couldn't come out of the shadows in my old self, and now it's time to start a new life.

The altimeter numbers are rapidly declining, and the double danger is squeezing itself from both sides at once.

Suddenly, Kara had a very strange vision in front of her eyes. Today was supposed to be a gray day, with light gray clouds, gray skies, and even the dashboard was all black.

But now Kara saw a large rainbow, vaguely twinkling on the other side of the clouds. "Maybe the struck really brought me to heaven."

The flake rainbow in front of her was so beautiful that she had never seen a large patch of colored iridescent light engulf everything in her vision like a carpet.

What exactly is that, whether it is good or bad, it is difficult to distinguish friend from foe.

Is it to let himself see this Kara hold his breath and prepare to see it