In the field of vision of the Nasa fighter formation that surrounded VV, the Fury Phoenix, which was rushing towards high orbit at a main speed of 6,000 meters per second, was finally blown off a section of its wing under the dense firepower, and thus fell into a gyroscopic rotation like a crash. This inspires the three remaining Nasa fighters, pushing the engine power to the limit, and making sure to completely destroy the Angry Phoenix. This is a capture opportunity concocted after countless funds and losses, and this is a fleeting opportunity.

At this time, the far wing of the Furious Phoenix was torn apart along with the corrective thruster, the wing was unbalanced, and the fighter was spinning out of control like a big windmill, and the VV ignited the auxiliary thruster under the belly of the aircraft in order to avoid the tungsten head armor-piercing missile.

Then, the four auxiliary thrusters on the belly of the furious phoenix machine suddenly lit up, and the angry plasma lithium metal flow flames lit up the light of fireflies in the dark universe again. Under this incomparably powerful lateral thrust, the Furious Phoenix suddenly changed its straight trajectory, deflected sixty degrees, and fell sideways, allowing the computer to accurately calculate the three beams of artillery fire and one missile that must be missed.

Next, the aiming cursor on Nassa's main screen began to frantically scurry, and the aiming cursor, which symbolized authoritative calculations, now slammed around the screen like a headless fly, and the hit predictor jumped up and down between "80.00%" and "0.00%" like a convulsion.

This shows that the airborne modeled targeting system, which has been known for years of playing with accurate numbers, is being manipulated by more powerful opponents.

The furious phoenix itself is spinning wildly, and then there are four magnificent fusion thrusters under the belly of the aircraft spraying wildly, in the vast space of zero gravity and no resistance, like a raging hornet rampage, except for the six kilometers per second high speed that goes straight into the universe, it has never changed, and the furious phoenix is on the horizontal plane, and begins to do random Brownian motion with unpredictable trajectories.

The Angry Phoenix is like a balloon that has spilled its mouth, "poof, puff, puff" and slamming wildly into the sky.

It sometimes springs and thrusts upward; Sometimes the delicate balance is broken, and the trajectory becomes a jagged folded line. It's like an unpredictable, scurrying electron, and no one knows when it's turning or when it's turning around. But there is a general direction that is certain, and it is rushing at high speed to a high orbit two thousand kilometers away.

Nassa's team's auto-targeting system was doing useless work: they were desperately trying to capture the trajectory of the Angry Phoenix, analyzing various temporary vectors, and then predicting its next trajectory. So the computer overturns the model and recalculates it. However, it is of no avail.

The on-board computer will be bogged down in infinite calculations and failures, and rational calculations will no longer be able to lock in the Angry Phoenix.

Then, the four space machine guns under the belly of the furious Phoenix machine that swirled wildly opened fire, and the overwhelming rain of bullets sprinkled on the Nasa formation that was chasing after the tail.

And Nasa, who thought that the angry phoenix was out of control and VV was certain to die, was dumbfounded. In the case of the on-board computer being reduced to a stupid X, the Furious Phoenix actually has the ability to fight back, proving that the pilot is still alive, under that kind of crazy space-level combat action, alive!

And that's just the M track in a runaway state! If the M track performed under the premise of complete control is definitely a more exquisite magic show, it means that the fighter has the ability to independently avoid infinite artillery fire, and at the peak, it can be regarded as immune to kinetic weapons.

Nasa's driver was terrified, and he had the urge to flip the table and scold the street. They cursed these liars in the command headquarters, and let the chemically powered fighters meet the fusion engine fighters, and the other pilots can do those dazzling combat flight maneuvers will really be terrifying! The fact that the other driver's driver is a demon is not mentioned in the mission report! Pretending to bully more and less, in fact, it is a grasshopper shaking the tree, whether you can beat it or not has to be another story! Definitely want a raise, definitely ask for a raise after this mission!

A second later, a blood-red alarm command appeared on Nasa's driver's interface: "Turn off the automatic fire control system and turn on the manual aiming operation!" ”

This order was given by the successor commander of the only three remaining fighters. He was fully aware that the on-board fire control system had been defeated on a theoretical level, and while the hit rate prediction index had been flying between 80% and 0%, he was sure that it was just a computer bragging, and that these dumbfounded things would never hit the Raging Phoenix.

No. These dumbfounded things dodge all possibilities of hitting the Raging Phoenix with precision.

Only by aiming manually can you continue to shoot the area with the highest probability of the appearance of the Angry Phoenix, and rely on luck to bet on the probability of hitting. At a time when computers are helpless, only intuition can work miracles.

The pilot of the Nasa fighter came to his senses at the same time. They quickly switched to manual aiming mode, only to see that on the aiming interface, three scarlet and trembling aiming stars symbolized the current targets of the three rapid-fire armor-piercing cannons. In the state of avoiding artillery fire and flying at high speeds at the same time, the three crosshairs shook up and down, as violently as if they were masturbating. But the drivers of the Nassar formation had to overcome difficulties.

The three Nasa fighters roared into the sky, clenching their bites, chasing after the furious phoenix that was out of control, and hundreds of armor-piercing bullets per minute were connected into a red dotted line, shooting at the furious phoenix that flickered left and right.

At this time, VV found a way to control the balance of fighters.

I saw that the angry phoenix ten kilometers away suddenly extinguished all engines, lost the light of the nuclear fusion jet engine, and the angry phoenix was like an oil lamp that was suddenly blown out in the dark, and even the outline was dim for a moment. As the engine went out, the Enraged Phoenix stopped flying on the M track and flew diagonally like a broken kite.

Nassa's formation aimed at the central area of the Angry Phoenix M track, who expected that the VV girl suddenly turned off the engine, and the Angry Phoenix was thrown out directly and did not come back, Nasa fighter missed the target again, and the three pilots reopened the fire control and targeting system, and used radar to search for the coordinates of the Angry Phoenix.

Then they saw that in the vast night sky, the entire mechanical structure of the Angry Phoenix was disintegrated, and under the control of the magnetic monopole, the wings, the main body, the power system, and the transmission system corresponded to each other in a broken thread.

“Whatthefvck？！” Nasa's driver's worldview was shaken by the impact of this scene.

Under the precise arrangement of the magnetic monopole, if the majority of the immediate departure begins to complete the dazzling position exchange, storage and extension, even if the dangerous sparks explode in the traumatic state, the body still completes the transformation of the familiar road in two seconds, in the blink of an eye, the mutilated wings are folded into armor, the vertical tail towers over the shoulders, like a long sword glaring at the sky, and the important all-vector fusion main engine moves to the shoulder blades, The other four sub-engines slid to the ankles and hands. The nose of the aircraft was folded and stored, and four 23mm cannons with teeth and claws were fully released, two mounted on shoulder blades and two attached to the forearm.

In the restraint of the powerful magnetic field, under the guidance and impetus of the magnetic monopole, the Furious Phoenix Nirvana was reborn, and fluently and gorgeously transformed into a humanoid god of war who stood tall in the sky!