The wind was blowing from behind, and the agents were so tall that they couldn't stop the wind with their feet crossed.

Victor finished peeing sadly, put away his little brother, and carefully tucked the diaper into his underwear.

He was inexperienced and couldn't imagine how those women who came to the scene stuffed this thing so that others couldn't see it, anyway, after he stuffed it, there was a protrusion in front of his crotch.

Well, these guys absolutely know that's not my size!

Victor turned.

Several of the agents who had brought him had twitched their faces, apparently trying to laugh but not being able to.

Victor didn't have time to pay attention to their expressions, and turned his head to look at the flying machine he was about to fly, and he wanted to break down without tears.

"Is this thing okay?" He asked the sergeant.

"The most advanced fifth-generation aircraft, do you think it's okay?" The sergeant glanced at Victor, his gaze unconsciously fell on his lower part, and he coughed, "Don't worry, the mission will be accomplished!" ”

The mission of going to the special will be achieved!

Victor sneered: "How much speed?" ”

"Cruising at Mach 1.5 per hour, maximum speed at Mach 2.25 per hour."

"How many kilometers is that?" Victor didn't have Mach in his mind.

"The cruising speed is 1,609 kilometers per hour, the maximum speed is 2,410 kilometers per hour, and it can fly 2,900 kilometers with full fuel." The sergeant replied casually, placing his helmet in his hand, "Hurry up and get up the ladder and sit down." ”

"Wait a minute," Victor looked up, but he couldn't see the cockpit, and if he got to Los Angeles at that speed, "not enough mileage!" ”

"Refueling in the air!"

Victor sighed, and immediately mentally calculated, that is, more than two hours, I have to stay on this plane for more than two hours: "You said this plane is the most advanced ......"

The sergeant snorted.

"Is it crooked?"

The sergeant was stunned for a moment, and looked at Victor coldly until he felt furious in his heart: "Does the data link count?" ”

"Do you have a password?" Victor asked expectantly.

The sergeant raised his head: "In the formation flight, it is automatically added, multi-aircraft coordination, automatic sharing of target and system data, and intelligent sorting of targets." Do you have a plane of the same type that you want to bring? ”

His gaze playfully looked at Victor's towering crotch again, and he raised an eyebrow.

That's nothing!

Fake, Victor exhaled helplessly, and put his helmet on his head: "If I can't connect to the Internet, I'll have a lot of trouble!" ”

"Rest assured, no one has time to swipe Twitter in a fighter jet."

"Hell, I didn't mean to swipe Twitter, Fake, you don't understand anyway!" Victor was stupid as he climbed the ladder to the driver's seat in pain.

"Where am I sitting?"

The F22 fighter does not have a passenger seat, a cockpit in which the pilot is already sitting.

Victor coughed and asked loudly, "I said, where am I sit?!" ”

"Behind me, you squeeze it." The pilot compares his fingers.

Victor looked at it and understood why Lao Lei spoke to him in such a heavy tone.

"Why don't you have a passenger seat?"

"Our fighters don't have a passenger seat." The pilot said impatiently.

"Why?"

"Because we are technologically advanced, one person can complete all ground attacks, this is not a bomber, it is not a trainer aircraft, okay, I received the order to use this plane to send you to the Edwards base, the time is two hours, very tight!"

"Hell, you still think it's advanced? Don't you know how far behind we are? "Victor couldn't stand it anymore.

What the hell is this, is this to make the dead bald head see how American-style heroes give money?

"Hurry up, we're about to take off! Or tie you to the plane? The pilot said impatiently.

Fack! Victor cursed, and then carefully threw himself into the small space, almost rolling down when he lifted his foot, it was too inconvenient.

"Helmet check." The plane was piloted by a middle-aged blond man.

"Can I do without a helmet? It's so uncomfortable. ”

Victor said bitterly, his whole being almost twisted into that small space.

"No, it's okay, it's just whether you can tolerate the lack of oxygen."

"I'd rather be deprived of oxygen!" Victor took off his helmet and dropped off the plane.

The sergeant below picked up the helmet, got into the car indifferently, took the ladder, and drove away.

They avoided the runway where the planes took off.

In the cockpit of the F22.

"Man, I said your skills, how is your level?" Victor tried to make himself more comfortable, and the squeezing sensation was real.

"The best!" The pilot said lightly, "Do you need me to show you some aerobatic moves?" ”

"Absolutely not!"

Victor knew that such a task must be carried out at the level of a test pilot, but fortunately, then I would not die in the middle of the road.

The F22 was towed here and ready for take-off directly, and this work had already been completed.

So when Victor said he was ready.

The driver only said: "If you want to throw up, you must endure it, don't think about opening the window, okay?" ”

"Spit?" Victor shook his head, "I just ate some fast food, what can I vomit?" ”

"Ate fast food? How long did you eat it? ”

"Uh, an hour?"

"Well, whether you vomit or not, block it with your hands, spit into your clothes, don't spit on me, and besides, don't choke yourself to death no matter what."

"No... Not really?! Victor was shocked, and this challenge?

The driver didn't say much, and the protective cover was closed.

The engine began to warm up.

Roar!

Swipe, start, look up, and soar into the sky.

Burst!

The protective cover is a mess.

Victor struggles to press the music, and at this time, only music can save his soul.

Three thousand feet above the ground, but it feels like hell, Wozlefak!

…...

While Victor was tormented in the sky, Hugo also entered the base, but instead of being at the airport, he was taken directly to a warehouse.

He is going to wait here for the Pan-2 missile, complete the modification here, and then carry out the launch.

Missiles and launch vehicles are being delivered from afar by C130s.

Half an hour from Andrews base.

The president will pay close attention to this matter throughout the whole process.

…...

In the dormitory, the moon came in through the window, the window was open, the soft sound of the buzzing fan in the four-bed mosquito net, and the smell of alcohol in the air.

The four brothers went outside to drink for more than an hour, and only returned to the dormitory after vomiting, and each fell into bed, like dead pigs, but it seemed that they were not asleep yet, probably too excited.

"All four of them have already gone to bed."

There are four people in the group, two analysts and two technicians, and one of the analysts is typing the instant text report of this period on the keyboard.

Pick up the coffee gently, and the rest of the job should be much easier, and the four drunkards should fall asleep.

Bird quickly sent back instructions: "Drunk, listen further to see if there are any sleepy words." If not, use your phone to voice the guide. ”

The analyst sighed, he was so drunk that he probably couldn't hear any cell phone sounds.

"They're talking." Said another analyst holding his headphones.

"Phineas! The brothers will take the rest of their lives with you! Director Liu suddenly shouted loudly.

"No... Not... Didn't say it! Don Juan also drunkenly answered, "Yes, right, Brother Fei?" ”

"Yes!" Luo Xiaofei replied with a smirk.

"Brother Feifei, this... Day... The horses are coming soon... Here it comes! Let's sing! Zhang Rulin smiled hehehehe, "Let's sing a good day!" Today... It's a good day..."

"Sing what a good day... I... Let me pick one... Divine Comedy..."Luo Xiaofei picked up his mobile phone, tried to open his eyes, looked at the song list, and clicked his fingers several times before clicking on a "Drunken Song".

Suddenly, the analyst listened to a strange melody from the headset, and with his mouth half open, he hurriedly typed on the keyboard to report: there is a situation, they are ready to sing, say it is the Divine Comedy!

Sing?

Divine?

I hate Chinese singing!

Fack: I hate the Divine Comedy the most!

What I hate the most is that Chinese sing divine comedy!

Bird frowned and picked up the tablet, which had live video from the cameras of the four computers, and the picture was incomplete.

…...