Chapter 569: New Hope
nbsp; Pale is more depressing than darkness. The tomato β‘ saidβ½η½βw'w-w'.fqxsw The clouds did not disperse when the sky was bright, and the low cloud base showed a cold glow. A few bonfires on Baker Island are gradually burning out, and the sea breeze is blowing, making people shiver. Has spring forgotten the world, or is this year's spring so cold?
"At times like these, there will be some good news." Kara looked at the viscous clouds in the sky, thinking back to Falcon 2's excited report. He mysteriously said on the radio that good news was coming, but remained silent about the details.
There were a few dull explosions in the eastern sky, rumbling and rolling endlessly. A few minutes later there were serial explosions, and the entire airspace was shaken. At first, there was a sound due east, followed by a loud noise about 3o degrees northeast and east-north, and the battle began again.
In the airport outfield lounge, the glass windows were shaken, and a safari mercenary woke up and shouted in a daze: "Here we go again!" Not again! β
"What's coming again?"
"Don't make a sound." He listened quietly for a while, "It's an escape plane, hurry up and prepare for the escort." β
"Greeting? But it's not time for the shift change yet. β
"Shift change time, by the way, let's discuss the shift change. tomato fiction network w-w'w'.'f'q'x-s'w"
"You're in a daze. Hurry up and lie down a little longer. β
The mercenaries were indeed exhausted.
At this time, a mass exodus began on the former West Coast of the United States. The entire former U.S. 6 is shrouded in the fear created by the puppeteers, and people don't know how to describe the people who are suddenly crazy with brain damage, who were friends, family members, or outsiders who are completely unfamiliar with each other and can spit on each other, but suddenly they are transformed into something inhuman, with the sole goal of killing and destroying, and their own limbs are damaged or destroyed - people don't want to use words like injury or death on them.
The Government explained that it was a virus, a virus that was transmitted by computers and online electronic media and ultimately affected the human brain, which was a by-product of human-computer interaction technology.
Just as the mercenaries feared at the beginning, the mad puppets came and went, endlessly, and with the support of the Whooping Ghost system fighters, the lethality and the radius of destruction were greatly extended.
At a time when people needed to organize, lead, and protect themselves, the Pan American Entente and its hard-built Free State Defense Force collapsed in the Tron Phu affair, and the military companies in the South were too weak to protect themselves. It was already difficult to survive here, and only a small number of Old Testament believers chose to stay in the former United States to endure this disaster and atone for their original sins; More people began to flee in all directions. In the case of information blockade, the chaotic situation on the East Coast, the former US-Canada border, and the Great Southern Route can only be imagined, and the tragic scene on the West Coast can be seen with the eyes, countless ships crowded into ports and international airports, and do not care about the safety of using the same runway to carry out dense take-off and landing of multiple aircraft, even a sampan or a wooden plank is precious, as long as it can escape. ββTomato β‘ say net w'w-w-.-f'q-x's-w-.
The Central 6 Peacekeeping Volunteer Team, which took over the security of the central government, had limited strength and could only ensure the safety of the transportation hub, and once the refugees left the former United States, this life was handed over to the gods they believed to serve.
Those who have escaped should do something.
Kara and the safari mercenaries who followed her shared this idea, and they set up a convoy of refugees based on the Baker Island base to ensure that civilians who left the former U.S. 6 could pass through the most dangerous area of the Northeast Pacific basin. At the same time, the "oil bar", which protects its own tanker, arrives in the puppet danger zone to refuel the aircraft that is in dire need of fuel.
The group of on-duty convoys was led by the Falcon 2. His sortie seemed to be very smooth and didn't run into much trouble. But when the shift was about to be changed, the Hunter suddenly reported to the tower that he would bring back a special piece of good news.
What the hell is the news, Carla is a little curious.
She didn't want to stay on Baker Island for long, and she still needed to do everything she could to get Meng Shi back. Carla hopes that the Falcon 2 will continue to lead the convoy of refugees in her place, rather than bringing some "good news" out of nowhere. β Tomato Fiction Network w'w'w-.-f-q-x's-w'.'o- Interestingly, Kara didn't know the name of Falcon 2 until now.
She stood on the steps outside the base lounge, waiting for the Falcon 2 duty detachment to return.
The explosions are heard here especially clearly. The duty team must ensure that the planes or ships of the refugees arrive near Baker Island, so that the safari mercenaries on the island can help them with supplies and repairs; At the same time, it is not possible to lure the puppets to Baker Island, which is a very difficult task.
Kara was far away, and there was no visible large humanoid shadow of the Hundred Day Ghost here, indicating that it had ceased to move.
The onslaught of the puppets and the smoke from the constant fighting of the convoy of refugees were completely mixed with the thick clouds that pressed down in the sky, making visibility very poor. Explosions can often be seen in the clouds, some of which are fleeting like flashes of light, while others are like torches that burn and fall to the surface.
The battle is still going on. Some of the mercenaries couldn't sleep, so they simply walked out of the lounge and sat down on the steps outside, staring into the distance like Kara. There was a strange excitement in their eyes, after all, it was a new, cross-species battle, or rather, they had a definite enemy.
Another person also walked out of the door and said to the people next to him, "Are they coming back soon?" β
"They should have come back a long time ago, they probably wanted to finish this fight. ββ³ββFanβ‘ Eggplant Novel Network w'w'w.fqxsw"
"We'll prepare early, too."
They passed by Carla and saluted her. Not far away, in front of the hangar, two F-16 light fighters are being rolled out from the storedoor, ready to take over the escort on duty. The battle was tense and rhythmic.
In less than an hour, the Falcon 2's distinctive F-1SE burst out of the thick clouds, this time with a private civil Boeing 737, a -11, and several tactical fighters from the puppet danger zone. It didn't take much effort for the entire fleet to land on Baker Island in turn. Counting the safari mercenaries who came before, this small island base has become lively again. Kara is surprised that the -11 in her fleet is not an ordinary freighter, but Orbis Flying Eye Hospital. Although it's just an ophthalmology, it's a doctor. If a medical system is established, Baker Island could serve as an important post station for those who fled the former United States.
"The Flying Hospital is good, and that's the good news that Falcon 2 is saying?"
There were many wounded on the Boeing 737, several limping from the boarding ladder, and others carrying stretcher-11 flights. The people on the passenger plane finally picked up their lives, and as soon as they stepped off the plane, they lay on the lawn next to the runway, breathing heavily, feeling the support and tolerance of the earth.
As usual, Falcon 2 was the last to land. He remained on alert in the airspace over Baker Island during all the landings, and did not turn to the five sides until the last plane was firm, and the landing gear, flaps, and plates were smoothly moved. The plane made a beautiful arc and landed steadily on the runway. His F-1SE was almost depleted of ammunition, there was little fuel left, the entire fuselage was light, falling like a leaf under his smooth handling, and the landing gear didn't even retract excessively. Under Kara's influence, Falcon 2 has stepped into its own role as the leader of the protectors; His skillful skills are even more credible and trustworthy.
Carla watched his plane return to the tarmac: "Talk to him and go." β
Her mind has now flown to the distance pointed by the 100-day ghost pod: in the past time, Kara has integrated and positioned the number of pods, and obtained the detailed coordinates of the occurrence point of the 100-day ghost's high-intensity response signal, which is the location of the former Nanyang branch of Shishi Military Company and the largest island in the South Sea. There is no doubt that there is something there that needs it. If you want to save the Meng, you must rush to Borish. What worries Kara is that this high-strength signal is fleeting, and she is afraid that she will lose this clue.
As he thought about it, the Falcon 2's F-1SE cockpit opened upwards, and he stood up from the ejection seat, took off his helmet, and raised his hand to wave to the pilot of the other fighter next to him. Right next to him is a former New York Free State Air Force F-1CV/F, and the complex tailstamp code also indicates that it is a Whooping Ghost system loader.
Kara instinctively became alert, and she remembered the puppet, the tragic death of the captain of the tanker "Oil Bar". The driver in the distance is also a user of the Hundred Day Ghost Civil System, and he may also be crazy. Even more worryingly, the F-1CV/F was the most fearsome fighter he had ever seen, with vertical front wings, forward-swept wings and vector spouts giving the Falcon unprecedented maneuverability and extremely aggressive shape. If you simply compete in hand-to-hand combat, even your own F-24 is difficult to compare.
Ordinary people can't control that machine. The high-mobility F-1CV/F is extremely difficult to drive, and the stress and damage caused by the whooping ghost system to the driver will also increase exponentially. Ordinary people who manipulate this thing in daily battles are afraid that they will have a nervous breakdown, not to mention the puppet tide that was born just now.
It stands to reason that the driver should have been transformed into a puppet a long time ago.
Kara walked onto the tarmac, her eyes fixed on the Hundred Days Civilian Fighter Plane.
The fully enclosed canopy slowly opened, and the pilot stood up and waved back to the Falcon 2. A small, stiff guy who doesn't look like a fighter pilot at all. The man seemed to remember something, and hurriedly took off his helmet in both hands, revealing his pale yellow head and face, and saluted Falcon 2 again, a little awkwardly. The face under the helmet was astonishing, it was a young man with a freckled face and a round face, or rather a hairy child, about the same age as the base hammer and grasshopper.
She wanted to see who this one was. In addition to being attacked, is there anyone who can completely suppress the spiritual backlash of the Hundred Days Ghost System and completely control the fierce beast.
Perhaps with the advent of the Whooping Oni, a group of people who can enter and adapt to the other world have grown; Perhaps these are special, chosen new humans. Thinking of this, Carla shook her head and smiled, "Impossible. Except for the striking, only demons can do that. β