"...... ...... Call...... Command center, command center ......" The speaker suddenly made such a calm voice.

The crowd stopped.

"I'm the command center," the Major leaned in at once, "Speak."

"I'm Falcon Five, and I've taken off. Repeat, I've lifted off."

There was cheering in the room, and the Major immediately got up with a sour smile, signaling the audience to be quiet.

"Command Center ROCE." The major said, "How many more do you have?"

"And Falcon Three, it's just us, and I'm moving closer to him."

"Falcon Three, the command center is called." The major said.

"...... Call...... I'm Falcon III, please give orders."

The Major stood up and looked at Yoo Jin.

Liu Zhen stood up and looked back at Wen Cheng.

"I, me?" Wen Cheng pointed to himself.

"Facilitator, do you have a plan?" Liu Zhenxu raised his eyes and looked at Wen Cheng.

Yes! Absolutely! I have 10,000 plans to say!

"Three, I'm the command center." Wen Cheng leaned over to the table and said, his voice still trembling a little, and his face was flushed.

"Please instruct." A flat voice came from the speakers.

I...... Where am I...... What is this doing...... Wen Cheng suddenly felt dizzy, and cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

"Well, that ......," he asked, clutching his chest, "Oil, how's the readiness?"

"There's plenty of fuel, it's okay for an hour," said Three, after a pause, "one PL-8 and two PL-12." The third is over, and the fifth answers."

"Five, over, Command Center."

More cold sweat is coming out of the head, what is PL8? What is PL12?

"That...... Are they all air-to-air missiles?"

It seems like it's going to be ridiculed again...... Wen Cheng gritted his teeth and stared at the triangular speaker.

The remaining dozen or so people in the room did not heckle Wen Cheng's stupid question, and the major immediately came over to explain, "PL-8 is infrared-guided, and PL-12 is radar-guided."

"2018 is a stealth fighter, isn't it?"

"Yes," replied the speaker, "but the beam can be narrowed, and it will take longer."

What does irradiation mean? It's probably the same principle as a searchlight, and if the beam is narrowed, it should be used in exchange for accuracy, so let's understand it first!

"Okay, let's start irradiating!" Wen Cheng said happily.

There was silence, the major wiped the sweat from his forehead, and Liu Zhen sighed.

"Command center," the speaker replied, "the radar will be on when we take off."

"This, that's it...... I'm sorry." Wen Cheng took a deep breath.

More confusion was intertwined in his mind, and Wen Cheng had no choice but to ask, "Three, what do you think?"

Obviously, No. 3 was asking him about his plan, but his brain was blank at this time, so he could only say this. Wen Cheng immediately leaned over the speaker and no longer looked at the corners of Liu Zhen's disappointed eyebrows.

"I don't have enough information, please deduce the whereabouts of 2018, we can go to the target airspace and conduct a visual search."

"Well, why don't you come to the city first?"

"Number three received."

Wen Cheng lowered his head and thought about it, and at this time, the major handed him a bottle of mineral water and patted him on the shoulder, he took it gratefully, and kept pouring it into his throat.

The self-destruct order is a last resort, and before the purpose is indicated in 2018, it is still possible to recover and land at a civilian airfield as completely as possible, and even then, prepare for the worst.

Where will it go? Although the missiles are limited, most of them are weapons of mass destruction, and the enemy's stock is not known how much, the army's anti-aircraft firepower should be complete, and the 19th Bureau and the police ......

"Oh no!" Wen Cheng turned around and asked a man in a suit and sunglasses, "Won't you be on the field today?"

"Yes," the man nodded knowingly, "mostly gathering information in the ruins of the old TV station."

"How many?"

"More than a hundred, the police went to three hundred."

"Ryu Jin!" Wen Cheng looked at her in horror.

"Okay," Ryu Zhen nodded, "Number Three, go to the old TV station."

"Number three received."

Forty-five seconds later, the loudspeaker said, "Command Center, Three arrives in the target airspace and begins a visual search."

"Discovery 2018! Three-point direction." Number Five said suddenly.

"Roger, the three-point direction has been confirmed, it's 2018, Command Center, did you shoot down?"

"No hurry, zoom in on the satellite image." Liu Zhen said.

The satellite image on the LED screen continues to expand, a scorched black ruin is still smoking, the black smoke that soars into the sky covers the screen in the lower right corner, two delta wings enter in the upper right corner of the screen and move to the lower left corner, while the small silver fighter plane appears above the screen and moves to the bottom of the screen.

"If you lock it on, will you be sure of air combat?" Wen Cheng asked.

"It's all OK - 2018 is all air-to-surface missiles, and there is no problem with fighting."

"Call twice, shoot it down if it doesn't work."

"Roger. 2018, 2018, I'm Falcon Three, please answer."

The expected machine sound did not come out.

"2018, 2018, I'm Falcon Three, please answer."

The sound of thumbs opening the safety came from the speakers.

"The IR is locked and ready to emit."

"Launch." Wen Cheng replied.

In the galloping blue sky, the small silver fighter plane burst into the scorching fireworks of the peacock screen, and the missile hit one of the feather flames.

"It's run out of hot decoys, Five, over to you."

"Roger."

In just 1.5 seconds of shuttle, the white missile swiped from right to left on the screen with a tail flame.

The small silver fighter suddenly turned off its ignition and jumped down like a bungee jump with a safety rope tied, and the missile suddenly lost its target, flew straight to the left side of the screen, and disappeared to the edge.

Before falling to the ground, the small silver fighter had already adjusted its attitude, as if it was a rocket ready to be launched, and its head was held high.

"呲————「呲————」

The roar of the Gatling gun drew two arcs of fire in the blue sky, and the two delta wings that were cut through the arc exploded.

The sound of a snowflake came from the speaker.

There was not even a "Di Di Di" alarm sound locked by the fire control radar, and the two J10s were wiped out by the automatic cannons.

With only vague satellite images and voices, Moon Seung was shocked by the weapons of the new era, covering his heart and gasping for breath.

He endured a blank brain, desperately erased the distractions in his mind like wiping a blackboard, stood up straight, and the unmanned fighter mutinied, so that there was only one last resort.

"How do I do the self-destruct program?" He looked at the major.

The Major sighed, "In the hands of the division commander."

The crowd lowered their heads, suddenly awakened by a sharp knock on the door.

A young female Air Force lieutenant appeared in front of the door, "Everyone, the division commander has news!"

"How's it going?" The major asked.

"The convoy was ambushed by a mechanical dog on the road."

Ambushed! There is no doubt that the division commander's route, departure time, and car information have all been leaked! Wen Cheng just stared at the table and clenched his fists.

"How's the teacher?" Liu Zhen asked.

"Two bullets in the abdomen, moderate blood loss," the lieutenant replied, "and now on his way to the hospital, he handed you the self-destruct code for 2018."

"Let it go."

The female lieutenant then handed over a handheld safe and whispered a few words to Liu Zhen.

"Please open it, Ms. Ryu Jin."

After the female lieutenant finished speaking, she saluted Liu Zhen, lifted the safe, and was about to put it in front of Liu Zhen's table.

"Wait!"

Wen Cheng suddenly pressed the female lieutenant's hand and pressed the light stripe gun against the back of her head.