Chapter 160: A Moving Sandpile

"Boom!"

The roar of fighter jets was heard again in the air, from far and near, the two men in the off-road vehicle were shocked, and the co-pilot man hurriedly said, "Stop, stop immediately." ”

There is also camouflage on the off-road vehicle, and it is safer to stop and not move than to drive, and it is not easy to be detected.

The man in the driver's seat braked sharply, and the off-road vehicle, which was not fast in the desert, immediately stopped.

"Why did you come back again, did you find us?" The man in the driver's seat said scaredly.

"Don't scare yourself, it's so easy to find out about us, there should be nothing to discover, let's search for the second time." The co-pilot man said, but he was a little uneasy in his heart.

In the air, the J-10C raptor flying smoothly once again returned to the place where it had been searched, in order to be able to better observe, Yang Luo was ready to reduce the altitude to 200 meters, and at the same time the speed was also lowered to 300 kilometers per hour, otherwise the height and speed were too high, and it was easy to ignore many traces that should be able to be found.

The J-10C is like a vigorous and agile swift, quickly pressing down and diving from the nose of the plane in level flight, and the altitude drops at a rate of 50 meters per second, rushing towards the desert covered in yellow.

Six seconds later, it had dropped to a height of 200 meters, and Yang Luo immediately pulled the rod out, and due to inertia, the final height was less than 200 meters.

Yang Luo's eyes sharply scanned the desert below him, searching for unusual traces.

"What is this?"

Suddenly, Yang Luo's eyes shrank, staring at two long traces in the desert.

Due to the distance, it was impossible to see what the trace was, but Yang Luo was sure that it was not a natural trace, but a man-made trace.

He searched along the traces, but soon, the traces suddenly disappeared, and in Yang Luo's opinion, the two traces finally disappeared on a very small pile of sand.

But it's actually a camouflaged off-road vehicle.

When they saw the low-altitude fighter plane flying over their heads, the two men on the off-road vehicle just breathed a sigh of relief and put their minds at ease, and suddenly saw the J-10C in front of them turn around and fly back towards them again.

"He's spotting us, he's coming at us, we're finished." The man in the driver's seat said with a pale face.

"No, there's no way he's going to find out my disguise, there's no way he's ......"

The co-pilot man's voice stopped abruptly, his face was as dead as ashes, and he suddenly thought that a big flaw had been revealed, the off-road vehicle had just been driven, and this was a desert, and it was bound to leave two deep tire marks.

"Hurry up, let's get out of here right away." The co-pilot man suddenly perked up and urged.

The man in the driver's seat said with a sad face, "Where else can I go?" We're done, we can't run. ”

"No, I'm not reconciled, you drive quickly, otherwise I'll kill you first." The co-pilot suddenly took out a black pistol from his arms, pointed it at the temple of the man in the driver's seat, and roared, his face hideous.

Seeing the unfamiliar hideous appearance of the co-pilot man, the man in the driver's seat turned even paler, cheered up, started the car tremblingly, and said with a trembling mouth, "I'll drive...... I'm ...... Elder brother...... Beware of misfire. ”

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In fact, the reason why Yang Luo turned the nose of the plane was not to find them, but to wonder why the two traces suddenly appeared and disappeared suddenly, and he wanted to take a good look.

Yang Luo didn't expect that there would be an unexpected surprise waiting for him, and soon after he turned around, he saw that where the traces disappeared, the small sand pile actually moved by itself, and ran quickly in his direction.

Yang Luo was stunned, how could the sand pile run away by itself?

Blinking his eyes, Yang Luo took a closer look and finally found something wrong.

Nima, what kind of sand pile is this, it's clearly a camouflaged car.

"Awesome." Yang Luo couldn't help but sigh.

Although the positions are different, Yang Luo has to admire the other party's camouflage skills, if the other party didn't move on his own, maybe he really couldn't find out, and he was deceived by the other party.

"Report to the tower, find a disguised car, ask for instructions." Yang Luo reported with a smile on his face.

"Raptors 11, good." When the major general heard this, he was immediately overjoyed and said, "You monitor them first, and I will send someone to arrest them back immediately." ”

"Understood." Yang Luo replied.

For the spy personnel who steal intelligence, it is naturally impossible to give a sudden attack like a drone, you have to catch it alive, dig deep into the OSS hidden behind it, and the people in this car are just small minions at best.

Yang Luo steered the rudder, turned the nose again, and chased the car that ran under him, and when he chased the car above him, he suddenly pushed the throttle valve to the end.

"Boom!"

Suddenly, the roar of the aero engine intensified instantly, like a thunderbolt on a sunny day, like a heavenly power, and it resounded in the ears of the two people in the car.

This was a warning given by Yang Luo, ordering them to stop and wait for the fate of their arrest.

However, the two people in the car turned a deaf ear, not because they didn't understand what it meant, but because the man in the co-pilot was unwilling to accept the arrest, he forced the driver's seat to continue driving at gunpoint, trying to escape.

Twice in a row, he swept over the roof of the car with the maximum throttle, the car did not stop, and Yang Luo had no choice but to pull up to 500 meters, circling and flying in the air, monitoring the movement of the car like a king, waiting for others to arrest him.

Time passes slowly.

Yang Luo did a few sideways scrolling exercises in boredom, and a small black dot finally appeared in the air in the distance, and a Z-8 transport helicopter belonging to the test flight institute flew over at a speed of 280 kilometers per hour.

The sound of the propeller and turboshaft 6 engine gradually increasing from weaker to louder, blending into the roar of the AL-31FN aero engine into a symphony.

"Comrade test pilot, according to the order of the superiors, our plane was ordered to bring people to arrest, thank you very much for your help." The captain of the helicopter piloted the helicopter steadily and swept towards the camouflaged off-road vehicle that was still running, and at the same time thanked Yang Luo.

"You're welcome, you guys hurry up and arrest him." Yang Luo looked at the helicopter and said.

I saw that after the helicopter flew over the head of the car, it turned and slowed down and hovered in front, the hatches on both sides opened, and a soldier wearing a helmet took out a loudspeaker to shout, and a gun was stretched out on the other side, pointing at the car.

The arrival of the helicopter made the two men in the car finally stop their delusions, obediently stopped the car, opened the door, raised their hands and walked out tremblingly.

As the saying goes, it's better to die than to live, and they don't want to die yet.

Two ropes were then lowered from the sides of the helicopter, and heavily armed soldiers were lowered to the ground to capture the two.

"Goodbye."

Seeing that the overall situation had been decided, Yang Luo said hello, pulled the lever with his right hand, and pushed the throttle valve with his left hand.

In the next second, the sound of the aero engine suddenly became louder, and the J-10C, which was circling steadily, changed its horizontal attitude, raised its nose, bid farewell to the helicopter, and pierced the blue sky like a sharp sword.

The mission is accomplished, it's time to return.

"Goodbye."

Looking at the J-10C that quickly climbed away, the helicopter captain showed a trace of envy, and couldn't help but sigh softly, "Fighter, one wrong step is a lifetime of regret." ”

"Master, fate, who said that our talent is not as good as others." The co-pilot pilot was equally envious.

Becoming a fighter pilot is undoubtedly the most desirable for all pilots.

Although the two pilots of this Z-8 helicopter belong to the test flight institute, they are not test pilots, and can only fly transport helicopters, not even armed helicopters, because the test flight institute does not have one.