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The tanker has an operating height of 75oo meters, which is enough for Carla to see this new world beyond recognition. Past wars have always repeated history, and when the smoke clears, the stronger victor sets the rules. This rule is often brutal, and many people survive the war, but it is difficult to survive the first decade after the war, and the post-war order is slowly established. And this post-war order will dictate the fate of all people for decades to come, until the next war comes.

Today is different, the whooping ghost has changed history. Humanity no longer has to spiral through the cycle of war, which has stuck the course of the world at the worst possible moment.

Behind her, she looked at the queue of planes waiting to refuel, many of which were painted with the livery and markings of government or security forces from all over the place, but they could only take a sideline attitude towards the chaos that could be seen everywhere.

For many, order has become a distant illusion, and war seems to never end, with no rebuilding and no economic recovery. It's like a long, long nightmare, an eternal nightmare. Because the Whooping Ghost gives absolute fairness to everyone, no matter who they are, they can inflate their will at will.

Carla Lutglin noticed a fighter jet approaching her, a classic and old F-4B Phantom II, modified from a CV high-mobility kit. The registration number indicates that he is a nomadic mercenary, completely free, with two rows of battle markings painted on the side of the nose, and has shot down at least 1o fighters. Although the driver was wearing a thick oxygen mask, others could still feel his smile on his face.

"Old fellow, it seems to be in a good mood."

She stared at each other. The pilot didn't pull up his goggles, and the image on the multifunction display almost showed his dull eyes and even deep wrinkles. It can be seen that this person is not a professional pilot, but just a civilian user of the 100-day ghost technology. Kara, a former member of the Vespa Combat Team, could see that the old man in the cockpit of the F-4BCV was using the brainwave control system "scalp" — anyone could "think" to operate a high-powered heavy weapon. This picture is very similar to the scene when the Nazis were about to fall, the old men in Berlin held the "Iron Fist" grenade catapult and easily took down the Allied tanks.

The brainwave control system "scalp" was originally just a trial product of Shishi, and it began to circulate among mercenaries during the Midway rebellion, and later spread on a large scale with the help of Arnold's life-and-death election. To see?? Book? ww?w?· 1kshuc The elderly, women and children, the sick, the so-called weak who were destined to be bullied and plundered in the post-war world, can now have lethal firepower.

Post-war efforts to destroy the Whoopers have failed, although private factories have not yet been able to integrate the wood and scalp systems, and weapons dealers can sell them separately. Exactly how much of these things were sold, it is impossible to trace at all. Just imagine, even if there were enough nuclear bombs and distributed them to everyone, people would not necessarily understand how to detonate them. However, the user of the Hundred Day Ghost does not need any study or training at all, and there is no requirement for physical elements, just think in the mind, and can carry out accurate and efficient killing.

Then look at the so-called enforcers - the F-16E Fighting Falcon TV behind him, the former security fighter of the Northern State Security Force.

"The northern states, it seems, have just escaped from the former United States." Kara knew it at a glance. Tromp has invested heavily in the modification of a large number of new aircraft for this joint force. Now that the trees are scattered, he has no choice but to flee. Although the full auxiliary fuel tank was facing away from the former US University 6, the state security team mark on the fuselage had not been removed. Kara knew the unit, which before the war was a well-known air defense force of the National Police. Why didn't he remove the mark, maybe he hadn't made up his mind to abandon his identity and become an ownerless safari mercenary.

In the rearview mirror, the old man's old legged F-4 Phantom II fighter unceremoniously straddles in front of the F-16 of the State Security Force, and it is also the first time that Carla has seen the security fighter of the State Security Team have no temper with the old man's Gasel and silently give up his position. Is this a good thing or a bad thing? Everyone in the former United States upholds absolute freedom and laments the loss of order, can't you have both, even Kara will fall into such confusion.

The old man piloting the Ghost II fighter plane was a good one, the rear seat of the plane had long been removed, and the back seat was even more empty. He didn't need a radar officer on the same plane, nor did he need a wingman.

"There is only one man's army, soldiers who fight for themselves." Perhaps war is about to be redefined, Kara thinks.

More mercenary fighters gathered around. Without any praise or disapproval, there are few soldiers but many bandits, and many people in troubled times are trying to survive in the transformation of two identities.

Inside the cockpit, the hum of the climate control system is a bit tiring??????? To see? Book w book w?w · 1kashuc whooping ghost search pod has been charged and can be started again. Kara opened the belly bomb bay door and stretched out the pod, the F-24's hatch structure has been modified with reference to the J-2O, and the hatch can be closed while sticking out the plug-in.

She locked her position and prepared to open the pod to continue her search. Just now, the system briefly received a signal that seemed to react near Java or Sulawi, and disappeared in an instant. But as long as you keep flying west, when you are close enough, you will definitely find the source. Kara had heard from the Vespa Combat Team about the conditions that would revive the Centurion Pilot, but it was unclear how exactly it would be implemented. But she is the one who decides to leave immediately, there must be a road before the car reaches the mountain, and the key now is to be fast.

The external device voltage is normal and it is ready to start. Although in-flight refueling was still being implemented, Kara couldn't help but want to activate the pod and search again.

But at this moment, she felt that something was wrong.

You know, there are two main things that can survive a war: luck, or an instinct to foresee death. Kara had the latter, and she vaguely felt a chill down her spine, as if she was surrounded by some strange cold mist.

She began to do a quick check: there were no red lights on the dashboard; The number of the fuel gauge is beating unhurriedly, the hose refueling is slow but smooth, and the attitude of the refueling machine in front is not abnormal, and the whole refueling operation is no problem; Although the climate was bad, it was not abnormal, and there were no thunderstorms nearby; The radar warning of the whole aircraft was silent, and there was no threat.

What the hell is going on.

It's not a delusion, Kara is reckless, confident, and never suspicious.

She decided to launch the search pod.

The left hand pulls on the two rows of jump switches on the control panel, the multi-function display converts the function panel, and the fingers with relay gloves are simply touched a few times, and the 100-day ghost measurement and control pod is activated. Carla divided the large widescreen multifunction display in front of her into a display area to zoom in on the search screen. The distance between the target she received last time was too far away, and the light point was so small that she was worried that she couldn't see it.

The map jumps a few times, and the picture starts to get clearer.

"Something is wrong."

The pod picked up the signal, very faint, so weak that it was almost invisible, but similar to the characteristics of a whoopernia. The location of the source has also changed. It was in the west, but now it's in the east. Carla felt a little confused, could it be that she had inadvertently flown over her head. But obviously the distance is still far away, how can he fly half of the Pacific Ocean in a few minutes.

Looking at the distance of the new target, Kara understood why she had a bad premonition.

Maybe it's a whooper-like target, a "puppet", and the pod can't be recognized. The azimuth is 9o, and the distance is 17o, which means that it is behind you.

Kara gently pedaled the rudder to get the fuselage off the refueling axis and looked behind her with the rearview mirror.

"Giantess Kara, your position is a bit off, please correct it."

She regained her position and slowly slid to the other side.

There are no anomalies.

Maybe it's because the pod has just been started and the pulse current is causing a false alarm.

She was still a little uneasy, and re-observed the fighter jets waiting in line behind her, and glanced back and forth a few times, but found nothing, "Forget it, hurry up and leave after refueling." ”

Suddenly, a starry flame appeared in the distant night sky behind him, like an explosion. "What's wrong?" The light is not very bright, it means that it is extremely far away, and it is continuous, as if there is an air battle going on. But if it is an air battle, it is not normal, and the continuous explosions are not distributed along the trajectory of normal combat movements, but spread, like a small explosion causing a series of explosions around it.

There is also talk on the radio:

"Hey, who knows what's going on over there."

"Anyone sees, there seems to be a carnival in the direction of 12 o'clock!"

"I don't know, it's not a hunting area, it could be another refueling spot."

"The refueling point is also so lively, wow, I really missed it."

Other mercenaries joined the discussion:

"It's really crazy to just end the gas point."

"Let's ignore those stupid creeds in the future. Every year when you register, you have to pretend to be a grandson in your peers, and Lao Tzu has long been impatient. ”

"Haha, look, those fires are all explosive flames, incredible, really hard!"

"It's been a long time since I've seen such an enjoyable scene. It's a pity that we have to refuel here, otherwise I'm afraid we won't be able to fly over there. ”

"Gotta go! Fill up the gas and go! ”

"God, it's blowing up again, why haven't we heard of such a large-scale battle nearby."

"Boom! Here we go again, look. ”

As Kara's in-flight refueling nears completion, she splits her energy to adjust the radio channels to try to pick up more information. The fire behind him didn't look like an air battle, but it couldn't tell what was wrong. She had experienced countless air battles, and the air battles were by no means the ones that collapsed and went crazy, and the successive fires dyed the distant night sky a dark red.

Public channels are cluttered:

“…… The Interim Transitional Committee of the Pan American Pact denied that the drones were still on duty. The news was confirmed by the volunteer peacekeepers, the operation of the Pan American Entente has been interrupted indefinitely, and the drone fighter has ceased security operations. The Provisional Transitional Committee of the Pan American Entente did not comment on the unusual fighting in the airspace. The volunteer peacekeepers said that they would explain the problem later, asking private military armed companies and individual mercenaries to temporarily cease fire, retreat outside the hunting area, and if necessary, return to the safe zone, please pay attention to the safety ......"

"Funny, let the mercenaries be safe."

The district's Fellow Society's public channel 53 didn't provide much valuable information, and Kara only noticed that the report used the word "abnormal fighting". I don't know how mercenaries have to fight to be called abnormal, isn't it abnormal enough now?

Kara wanted to hear more, but she caught a glimpse of the rearview mirror suddenly darkening, and a figure flickering behind her.

She saw who the signal was.