In that pure, picturesque blue sky.

The fat pigeon that fled in panic, the bald head that jumped straight up, and the deformed and ejected pieces of flesh formed a strange and strange supernatural scene.

Li Qing was about to catch up with the pigeon, and the piece of meat was about to touch Li Qing one step faster.

And at this time, there was suddenly an uninvited guest on the canvas.

It stretched its silver-gray steel wings, spewed orange-red hot flames, and emitted a tsunami-like roaring sound that swept low above the city.

This is the F/A-18, a supersonic fighter-attack aircraft called "Hornet".

Although the "Hornet", which was about to return to the base for landing, did not enter the supersonic flight state, even in low-altitude flight with deliberately controlled speed, its speed was faster than Li Qing, who used the echo strike.

"Whoa!"

The piece of meat instantly became agitated.

Compared with the "slow" Li Qing, it prefers the iron eagle that swept at great speed from a higher place.

As a result, this beast, which relied entirely on instinct to act, immediately abandoned Li Qing, who was about to come to his mouth, and suddenly burst out with a speed that was not inferior to a fighter at all, and rushed towards the vast sky above.

"Whew..."

Li Qing let out a long sigh of relief.

He knew he had survived.

With this sigh of relief, he killed the unfortunate fat pigeon, and the meat cube succeeded in catching up with its delicious and juicy new prey, the "bumblebee".

It clings to the Bumblebee's perfectly designed and crafted wings, and immediately gives a clumsy and powerless appearance to this top-of-the-line artifact that embodies the highest human ingenuity.

The flight attitude of the "Hornet" was disturbed, and the fuselage began to show serious tilts.

Of course, these things have nothing to do with Li Qing.

"I'm sorry."

He looked up at the swift black shadow overhead:

"Although the approach of causing trouble to the east is a little unkind, I really have no other way."

"But..."

Li Qing smiled very evilly:

"As a beacon of humanity and a world policeman, it is only natural for you to save people, right?"

Although only a short breath of time had passed, the high-speed fighter had already flown a distance of at least a hundred meters with the pieces of flesh clinging to its wings.

Li Qing has completely departed from the perception range of the meat block, and the distance between the two is still rapidly narrowing.

Then, he began to fall under the force of gravity.

Of course, it would not be good to fall from a height of more than 100 meters, and Li Qing could only pray that the amount of blood he had reserved was enough to use, so as not to die in aggrieved endurance on the "suicide by jumping off the building".

And in the process of this fall, he suddenly discovered...

"Huh?"

"I think I can use the 'golden bell jar' on that little ghost?"

So, when I was about to come into close contact with the hard concrete floor...

Li Qing's falling figure suddenly turned horizontal, and with a straight and somewhat weird trajectory, he quickly rushed towards Giorno on the ground.

The translucent light film of the golden bell jar lit up on both Giorno and Li Qing at the same time, and Li Qing stepped on the ground unscathed with this displacement skill that was not restricted by physical rules at all.

"This...."

"So you still have the ability."

Giorno curiously looked at the fading spherical light shield around him, but immediately reined in his emotions and turned back to the topic:

"But..."

"Is it really over?"

He looked up at the fighter plane that kept falling to a low altitude, and said with a solemn expression:

"Even though the fighter drew the piece of flesh away, we don't know if the monster will survive the crash."

"If it landed alive in the city, and it grew rapidly by absorbing the energy of a fighter engine, just like it had just absorbed a bus engine, then..."

"I'm afraid there will be a catastrophe in Naples."

"This..."

Li Qing didn't rush to answer.

He quietly exited the data mode, and looked at his new "teammate" with his own eyes:

Sure enough, in line with his still immature teenage voice, Giorno is still a 13-year-old blonde imp wearing a junior high school uniform.

"This little ghost... Suddenly caught up in an unprovoked disaster, witnessed such a terrible scene, experienced the limits of life and death, and still has not even a trace of tension and fear..."

"He's not even 14 years old!"

"Giorno Chobana... Is there such a natural 'protagonist' in the world? ”

Li Qing sighed secretly in his heart, and finally said to Giorno:

"It should be over."

"When I was thinking about using a fighter jet as a decoy, I deduced what might happen later-"

"Fighter jets are huge, and they can't be swallowed up right away."

"And this place is only a stone's throw from the sea, and the pilot will definitely turn around and crash into the sea as soon as he notices that the plane is out of control."

"When the time comes..."

"I see!"

Next, without Li Qing's explanation, Giorno can figure it out:

"That piece of meat is a brainless creature that chooses a target based on its 'speed of movement,' and the ocean is full of tides that go back and forth all the time."

"As long as it is sent into the sea, this monster will continue to chase those waves that cannot be chased at all, sealed forever in the endless waves."

"Although I'm a little sorry for that hapless pilot..."

"But that's the smartest thing we can do just now..."

Giorno exclaimed sincerely.

However, as soon as this praise came out, he added another "but":

"But..."

"Mr. Baldhead, how can you be sure that the plane will turn around and crash into the sea?"

"Huh?"

Li Qing scratched his head and said puzzledly:

"This is the city of Naples on this shore..."

"If you don't drive the plane into the sea, can you still let it fall on the heads of citizens?"

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Piloting this "Hornet" fighter was Lieutenant Sam, who belonged to the flight formation of the USS Roosevelt aircraft carrier of the Navy's Sixth Fleet.

He had just joined his comrades-in-arms and piloted his own plane to swim around the Balkan Peninsula across the sea.

Relying on the overwhelming air military strength of the Rice Grain Fried Empire, they easily tore through the enemy's weak air defense line as if they were in a no-man's land, and unscrupulously sowed the flames of "love and justice" over the opponent's city.

"It's a boring game."

"Those useless guys should have surrendered earlier, air-to-surface missiles are very expensive - this is all our taxpayer money!"

Patriotic Lieutenant Sam thought so.

He flew the returning fighter plane at a low altitude over the city of Naples, and with a roar of mountains and seas, he flew in an orderly manner towards the aircraft carrier anchored in the distant sea.

"Jennifer is always worried about my safety over here..."

Lieutenant Sam couldn't help but think of his girlfriend who stayed in his hometown:

"Hahaha... What's there to worry about? ”

"I'll call her later, and let her feel at ease when I go back to Texas and propose to her."

He burst out laughing, and his neck turned red with laughter.

However, at this moment ....

bang！

On the right wing of the fighter, there was a sudden sound of metal twisting and deformation.

You don't even need to look at the flashing fault prompt on the dashboard, Lieutenant Sam can see it with a slight tilt of his head:

The steel wings, made of high-strength alloy, collapsed and deformed when they flew in the air!

“Holy shit！”

"Do those big companies that raise their cousins even have to cut corners to build fighter jets?!"

Lieutenant Sam's face turned pale.

He tried hard to stabilize the flight attitude of the fighter, which had fallen heavily at a heavy angle, but immediately discovered something even more terrifying and strange:

The wings aren't just deformed.

To be precise, it was as if it had been bitten by some invisible monster, torn apart and devoured little by little.

And the tentacles of this "invisible monster" stretched farther and deeper, causing the abnormal steel twist to spread inward from the tip of the wing, threatening to swallow the cockpit together.

“fuxk! fuxk! fuxk!”

“mother fuxk!”

Lieutenant Sam burst into a foul mouth.

Even if he couldn't see the stand-in, he could understand that the fighter was about to disintegrate in the air.

"Traces of distortion have been spreading to the fuselage..."

"If this continues, even the cockpit's ejection escape system may be damaged!"

"I might die!"

In fact, taking a few extra seconds to turn the direction will not necessarily die, but this "not necessarily" is the most frightening thing.

"But..."

Looking at the chaotic dashboard in front of him, Lieutenant Sam was caught in a dilemma:

"I can't skydive yet!"

"I haven't turned the direction of the flight yet, and if I run away now, it's going to crash into the city!"

At this moment, Lieutenant Sam thought of sacrifice.

He could foresee the glory of his death when he was buried under the Stars and Stripes, and the glory of the news media extolling his fame.

His beloved Jennifer and his loving parents would wipe tears from their eyes as they read this beautiful eulogy for him at the funeral presided over by the community priest:

"Sam Marris is a wonderful soldier and a representative of the pure spirit of rice frying."

"Inspired by justice, he went to a foreign land to spread freedom and light, and finally gave his young and beautiful life forever to save the innocent citizens who wanted to bring profit..."

"Wait..."

Lieutenant Sam suddenly noticed that something was wrong:

"What does an ordinary citizen with profit have to do with me, a Mi countryman?"

A second later...

The cockpit opens and the escape seat soars into the sky.