"Good! Burton, I wanted to take a test flight, but my bones are already loose!" Abra could only shake his hand and stand aside, but he didn't take a step forward, the best mechanic in this big beard field, as one of the only four F- pilots, could only let this big guy, who let this guy hold his own boarding power, if he said "No." "I can only count sand ants on the runway, and I can't even guarantee 1oo hours of flight time a year, and he, the pilot, is about to be abandoned.

"Abra, my good partner, don't be in a hurry, do you want to find one?" A cigarette was handed to Abra, Abra turned his head and saw that it was Yankel, the fire controller in his back seat, with a pack of newly unpacked Marlboros in his hand, "To be honest, sitting in this old machine, I am afraid every time, even if I am not careful, I will not be able to come back." ”

Ablaliso took the cigarette, took the fire, took a deep breath, and patted his partner Yankel on the shoulder, "I have mentioned it to Commander Natasha countless times, but she said that Mr. Lawrence is still in contact, and it will not be until next year or the year after that at the earliest, and the plane will not be available until next year or the year after next, so now it can only be used." ”

"What can I do, this should be replaced with a new one, if the boss doesn't buy a f or something, by the end of the year, you bastards should be out of work." Obviously, Lord Burton is not very optimistic about the state of this old aircraft, the maintenance cost is high, and every time it takes off, it needs extremely expensive consumable parts, which is simply a money-burning machine.

F-Yes, alias Tomcat, two-seat multi-role sound fighter, officially began production in the 7O years, almost many people are familiar with this variable swept wing fighter, the United States has sold to Iran and other countries, and I don't know how much the two F-Scorpions in the hangar are "Red Scorpions" spent a lot of money and where they got it, you know, this kind of high-end military goods, even if it is eliminated for many generations, it is impossible to put things on the market, many of which technology, the latest civilian technology is still not comparable with it.

"What about Barrus and Jesse, Commander Natasha sent someone to spread the word that Frank School had brought someone to talk to Latika of the 'Sacred Mercury Mirror'. Assam is at war, and he needs air support at any time, but he can't fly a single one at that time. Abra glanced at the other F-Yes parked on the side, this damn guy, with a high salary, doesn't he know how to be dedicated, and is still taking a Turkish bath with those girls.

"Got it, got it! Those two guys' planes are one of your virtues, and you must pack up your war eagle before dinner, remember, move lightly, maybe this old guy will be in the air to untie his body, hey! Idiot! Can't do that, give me the wrench, damn it, I should have stuffed your head into the engine's blast hole with my own hands. Burton gave Abra a casual reassurance in an angry manner, and then turned his attention to the intense maintenance work, rudely reprimanding his half-way mechanics.

Fighter jets are really not something that ordinary forces can afford.

In the dark corner of the airport, an inky black shadow is scurrying, disguised as a desert cobra gold coin imitation of Wei Miao Vixiao, quietly walking through the airport, waiting for the opportunity to act, but in the face of all kinds of metal things passing by, it is not polite, what small screws, wires, copper sheets or something, all disappeared as soon as it swam past, it observed for a long time, and went straight into the arsenal, after being bombarded by human weapons, it has a very deep hatred for the ammunition magazine.

At nine o'clock in the evening, in addition to the lights in the entire Ayisulu basin, the desert outside was already sprinkled with a piece of silver moonlight, and it could be seen clearly even without street lights.

Lin Mo turned on the TV boringly, without any sleepiness, the gold coins were not there, and he had no timekeeping tools, so he could only watch the time of the TV move to nine o'clock little by little, Ayisulu actually had his own TV station and TV station, but there were only one or two people, except for the leader's speech, that is, to play or something, now the electronic equipment is so good, and the TV station in the basin is only a grass station team of five people.

The time pointed to nine o'clock, just like twelve o'clock in the thirtieth year of the Chinese New Year's Eve of the Chinese New Year custom, and suddenly heard a dense burst of gunfire and continuous explosions outside, which were connected.

It's war!

"Nine o'clock, it's time!" In the bullet medicine depot at the Red Scorpion Airport, the golden-based dragon that turned into a desert cobra looked at the LCD screen the size of a little knuckle on its tail and glowed with slight fluorescence, pointing to Ayisulu at nine o'clock in time, and his eyes glowed bright red like mung beans, and it was time to eat!

Others are in danger of fighting with their lives, but the gold dragon gold coins are eaten as the first task, eat as much as possible, and destroy as much as possible, so that the other party can't react.

Looking at the boxes of bullets, grenades and rockets in the warehouse, it smiled, which had always been lawless!

A dark shadow scurried towards the weapon rack.

Lin Mo was still lying on the bed, without any movement, this had nothing to do with him, the chaos outside was just a commotion by the twin stars of the "Dark Night" Intelligence Group in order to attract attention, competing with the enemy who was engaged in division and sabotage, and returning the other with the way of others.

The flames of the explosion constantly reflected Lin Mo's room from the window, it seems that for this chaos, no explosives were used, and the internal cleaning of the "Red Scorpion" also aroused the resistance of some other "nails" who were lucky enough to escape, taking advantage of the chaos, adding fuel to the fire!

Someone outside the room kept shouting, it was Ivan's voice, footsteps sounded one after another, the guards were there, Lin Mo got up unhurriedly and began to sort out his clothes.

As soon as he pushed out the door, he heard Ivan talking loudly to those guards, as if he was assigning a task, as soon as he saw Lin Mo, he took a K-74 from a person with a large number of guns on his back, and threw it directly at Lin Mo, "Next!"

Finally knowing that he was going to split his gun, Lin Mo grabbed the K-74 full of bullets in the air, and this house had its own small arsenal.

Ivan said to Lin Mo, and pointed to the .xzsj8. building, "You go to protect Commander Natasha's Pavilion!" The whole house has five floors, and the bedroom of the beautiful commander is on the fourth floor.

It seems that Ivan trusts himself very much, and since he has seen Lin Mo's skills, he thinks that if he really has any bad intentions, Commander Natasha and Captain Frank will probably be killed directly in the second fight.

Lin Mo understood Ivan's gestures, and walked directly up the stairs with the K-74 in his hand, and heard Ivan constantly assigning tasks to the team, and the sound of footsteps, not a small group of guards rushed past Lin Mo's body and dispersed outside, forming a defensive line.

Stepping on the fourth floor, Lin Mo reached out and pulled a maid, asked the location of Natasha's room, found the door and knocked on the door.

"Who!" Natasha's voice was heard in the door.

"Maureen!" Lin Mo replied.

"Come in!" Natasha seemed to breathe a sigh of relief, and the taste of vigilance decreased a lot, and at this time the probability of assassins appearing was the greatest.

Lin Mo gently pushed open the door, but saw that Natasha was already dressed in a military uniform, and was inserting a pistol into the holster on her waist on the dresser, and turned around to see Lin Mo holding the gun and leaning against the door and looking at her.

Natasha directly flipped through the vanity mirror, behind the frame was a hanging board full of various gun traps, picked one, pulled it out in her hand and checked it, and showed a smile to Lin Mo, "What, Ivan asked you to protect me?" "Like Ivan, he has a lot of trust in Limmer.

"Hmm!" Lin Mo only understood the word "protection", if it wasn't for another purpose, I'm afraid he would have swept it with K as soon as possible, and the beautiful commander didn't know that there was such a big killer ambushed by his side.

After all, the experienced dragon knight is not a veteran of the battlefield, since he is facing his own enemy, he is still calm, so that the other party can't see the slightest flaw, and this alone is not comparable to ordinary agents.

Lin Mo bypassed Natasha and her big bed, came to the window, pulled open the curtain and looked outside, he wanted to know how the gold coin guy was doing, this guy himself had a timing crystal, naturally he would not miss the time.

In Natasha's eyes, Lin Mo's actions were like a loyal guard, guarding the enemy in front of the window.

But Lin Mo was not looking at the scenery, he was observing the battle situation in the neighborhood outside, the lines of fire were flying back and forth, the flames and loud noises of the explosions came and went, and the flames burned in several places, he was more concerned about the direction of the airport, and sure enough, it didn't take long to see a rapid explosion in that direction, and even a missile dragging a bright flame tail could be seen flying outside.

Lin Mo was taken aback, the gold coin is too good to play, set off fireworks, don't be too big.

"What are you looking at! My guards are the most elite warriors!" Natasha looked at Lin Mo staring out without blinking, she was no different from a soldier, dressed in dark desert camouflage, fully armed, with a tactical dagger stuck between her legs.

Lin Mo glanced back at Natasha and didn't speak, this woman still has the value of use.

Perhaps accustomed to Lin Mo's reticent from the beginning, Natasha smiled, didn't pay attention, leaned to the window, gently lifted the corner of the curtain, and looked out carefully, from time to time a group of armed men who came out to fight the autumn wind rushed out from the side of the street to exchange fire with each other.

The abilities of the various operational groups of the "Dark Night" intelligence group were all swung out, and the entire Ayisulu fell into chaos in the blink of an eye, and the sound of gunfire and explosions was like the night of the Chinese New Year's Eve, and the earth trembled from time to time in powerful explosions.

Suddenly, the phone rang in the room, and Natasha's face changed, and she walked to the telephone next to the bed and picked up the microphone.

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