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The high air currents rubbed against the surface of the plane, and the hissing sound through the slit made her nervous. The F-24 fighter closed all muzzles, the motive switched to feature suppression operation, and a series of stealth measures allowed the aircraft to almost completely disappear from the field of electromagnetic waves and thermooptics. While this will slow down the aircraft's performance, no one wants to make a splash at this time.

She locked the throttle to the lowest thrust for cruising only, and reached for the control panel of the Centurion tracking pod with her left hand to turn off the tracking system. The scene just now still made her feel uneasy, Kara had witnessed the infection of the puppet phenomenon with her own eyes, but she couldn't figure out what it was through, the path, the medium, and the object, she didn't know anything. And the unknown is where fear comes from. She felt that anything could spread, including, of course, the special Centennial Ghost tracking pod.

Kara didn't want to be like that, and it was out of fear that she ran away from the Vespa Combat Team.

The operating panel is vibrating slightly, the entire row of switches is turned on, and the device consumes precious power. Once closed, Kara loses track of the Centennial, meaning she can't save the Brussels. But if it's on, maybe you'll become a puppet yourself.

After a moment's hesitation, Kara withdrew her hand, and she decided to insist. At this moment, the passive alarm suddenly sounded, which startled her. There was no movement around, and the alarm beeped only briefly, and soon fell silent again. Could it be a false alarm, Kara didn't see anything on the radar, and there were clouds outside the cockpit, so she couldn't see anything.

She could hear her heart pounding, loud.

The silence only made the atmosphere more tense, and Kara lowered the passive warning threshold, making the fighter more sensitive, but letting in too much clutter, and the system's judgment became a little confused. "Don't panic." She muttered to herself. Just as minor adjustments were being made, another alarm sounded.

Carla didn't have time to look at the dashboard, and only judged by the sound that it was a proximity collision warning.

The F-24's state-of-the-art helmet is stereo, and Kara can feel the direction and distance of the threat. She felt an evil aura coming towards the back of her head behind her, but in the rearview mirror, there was nothing to see. When I read the book w?w?w・1?ka?shuc, I could only believe in the feeling at this time. Carla decides to give up degrees, which are the degrees that have been accumulated with great difficulty in dives, but it is often not degrees that can save her life in air combat, but unexpected maneuvers.

The retracted left hand has enough time to adjust, pull the throttle back, so that the variable sweep wing is fully deployed, and the vertical tail on both sides is reversed inward at the same time, and the whole aircraft is like an eagle with wide wings, firmly covering the air under the wings, and the degree is sharply reduced. The huge inertia tugged at her body, her shoulders were strangled by the ejection seat belt, and she felt like her soul was almost rushing out of her mouth.

Almost at the same time, a black shadow appeared in the rearview mirror.

Kara didn't have time to see what it was, and the shadow swept across the windshield and almost brushed her nose. If you don't reduce just now, you will definitely bump into it.

The thing rushed over in the flash of lightning. She turned her head to confirm that it was an A-7 attack aircraft, but perhaps it should have been said that it was. Kara saw that the inside of the cockpit of the plane was full of red slurry, splatters, scattered everywhere like spider webs. It has been transformed into a puppet.

The A-7 is not very maneuverable, but the puppet is too crazy. Kara saw it twist its fuselage abruptly and try to pounce on her, but that kind of action was not something that an old attack aircraft could withstand, and the huge overload instantly snapped its wings, and the fuselage fell into a tumble, soon breaking in half, disintegrating, and completely shattering in the wind.

The first time she saw an airplane flying to pieces, it was like a man bending down and breaking his spine.

It took Kara a long time to come back to her senses and turn her head to look at the pod's information panel. It has a framed red dot on it, representing the characteristic signal of the vanishing golem. Just now it was so sudden, only the last number jù was recorded.

"Falcon 2." She can't find her teammates now," she said, replied. ”

After a few rounds of calling, there was a vague response over the radio, "Kara, I'm Falcon 2." ”

"Report Directions."

Carla finally gets in touch with the friendly plane, and the report indicates that he is nearby, but the clouds are too dense for nothing to see outside the cockpit; As the altitude decreases, the electromagnetic environment also begins to become more and more harsh. Looking at a book? w?w?w?・1?k?a?s book h?uc

The F-1-SE of the former Alaska Independent State Air Defense Brigade, which also closed all hatches, remained in a low-characteristic state of flight. The Falcon 2 pilot reports his information to Kara, who feels strong electrical interference nearby, but is unable to pinpoint the source. At this time, a bright spot appeared in the center of the Falcon 2's current head-up display.

"Kara, did you see that?"

"What."

"I'm here and I see a bright spot ahead, probably an airplane."

"I can't see it, the clouds are too dense. What is the direction of the other party. ”

"Moving in the same direction as us."

"Be vigilant." Kara confirmed on the tracking pod that there were no puppets nearby, but did not rule out the possibility of other planes suddenly converting, just like the sudden situation just now. The clouds were thicker in the airspace where F-24 was located, and she couldn't wait to fly out of the clouds to confirm the light of her teammates.

Just when there was no warning, the thick clouds in front of me suddenly dispersed, and it was almost like falling into another world. There was no scattering of clouds, and the surroundings became even darker, and the fingers could not be seen. Only the instrument reflective can be seen on the cockpit canopy, and there is no cloud at all. In front of me, as reported by Falcon 2, there were spots of light that were shaking and dense.

The two planes had gone through a dive, the altitude was already very low, and the electronic interference had become very severe. The radar was either unresponsive or drowned out by a jumble of electronic signals. The offshore platform with the Exorcism Tower nearby is working at full power at the moment. This is the first puppet explosion, and many people still don't believe it and still firmly believe that those are unmanned fighters.

The group of light spots in front of them was getting closer and closer, as if they had turned into countless fireflies, drifting left and right. Kara felt from experience that it was an ordinary fleet, and the one in the center was a large aircraft.

The radio clicked and was noisy.

Under the strong electronic interference, a voice finally squeezed in:

"Oh my God, look! They're back! ”

"It's Kara back."

"Kara! Carla! ”

Kara heard cheers and whistles in her headphones, mingling into a tumult. She also saw clearly the group of planes ahead, which was the safari mercenary and the "oil bar"-135 she had just covered. They have escaped safely. Three Free State security fighters also completed refueling in the air, and they were the last fighters to refuel.

The Falcon 2 next to him was also excited, shouting along with the radio. He was so nervous just now that he couldn't wait to be released.

"Everyone, be quiet, it's not time to celebrate." Carla interrupted the welcome in the air, "Besides, we don't know what those things are yet, maybe shouting them will bring them back." ”

Suddenly no one was silent.

"Kara, we were just talking about that thing, what is it, is it a hundred days?"

"I don't know yet." After Carla saw the tragic situation of the Central Big 6 Breakthrough Reconnaissance Team, she felt that she couldn't rush to confirm it.

"Some people say it's a virus, a virus of an artificial intelligence system, and it's contagious, right?"

These people also witnessed the information that was sent through the guòkara number jù chain, and they also witnessed a qiē on the radar screen.

"Don't ask endlessly, I know as little as you do. I'm not out of danger yet, I have to find a place to land. She joined the fleet with the Falcon 2, and suddenly felt that the condition of the tanker was not normal, "Fuel!" She called, "What's going on over there?" ”

"Kara, here's the oil." The other party is a well-behaved crew, and the radio is more standardized, "My No. 1 motivation can't be turned up." ”

"I'll show you."

Kara gently kicked the rudder, deflected the nose and leaned towards the left wing of the -135 strategic tanker, and did not show anything unusual, "I don't see a problem here." ”

"Maybe the dive just now was too strong, and we have to turn off the first and fourth motives."

The subtext of the crew is clear: the huge -135 is already dragging down the fleet, and if two more engines are turned off, I am afraid that it will not be able to fly with the entire fleet to the scheduled Baker Island Air Force Base.

"Oil, I'm Kara. Continue to adjust the motor control unit, you add enough fuel to us to fly to Baker Island, we have to be together. ”

No one disputes this. The group of safari mercenaries had full fuel tanks and were quite energetic. They have already formed a kind of moral tacit understanding in the long lonely battle. In the dark night, the huge group of mercenary planes is like a migrating convoy, mighty, they try to keep as little talk as possible, less radiation signatures, as long as they can see each other, each other is a kind of encouragement-

The No. 1 engine of the 135 tanker was back in normal operation with a low, deep roar. The mercenaries smiled at each other from a distance, and tacitly lined up to fly above the tanker, swinging their wings. After being warned by Kara, they did not dare to make a noise, so they had to celebrate in silence in their own way

It didn't take long for Baker Island to appear on the navigation map.

It was an island full of reefs, and ships couldn't get close. Before the war, no one lived there, only ruins and cemeteries. There have been attempts to plant trees there and transform the island, but none of the trees have survived here. There were no jungles, no trees, no shrubs, just a hopeless desolation, and what the mercenaries needed most: a wide, long airstrip.

"Where's Baker Island, where is it? We should have seen it a long time ago. ”

"I didn't see it either."

"Damn, the navigator says the island is right under our noses."

Once again, an ominous atmosphere reigned. According to the navigation information, Baker Island should be directly ahead, and it has already entered the visual distance, but it is dark ahead, and nothing can be seen.

It is impossible for an island to disappear into thin air.

Kara turns up the sensitivity of the radio altimeter and lowers the altitude. The F-24 fighter slowly sank, almost close to the surface of the sea. She wanted to see what was going on in front of her.