Landing on a road is much more dangerous than a special take-off and landing runway at an airport, but this is not the first time that Lin Mo has performed a forced landing on a road, but the vertical take-off and landing capability of the "Demon" can ignore most complex terrain, and I am afraid that the above is too much to worry about.

After receiving the information, Lin Mo carefully looked at the photos several times and remembered the appearance and connection method of the intelligence officer.

The fuel truck on the side began to refuel at full speed, and two sets of fuel tanks hung outside the wings, enough for the fighter to fly back and forth at full speed.

The ground crew attached four air-to-air missiles to the fighter's built-in weapons bay, and although it was only to pick up people, not to take the initiative to fight, weapons and equipment were still necessary.

The fuel and ammunition were paid for by the intelligence department of the General Staff, and Lin Mo deliberately did not fill it up when he was on duty, taking this opportunity to rub his fill of oil by the way.

The back seat of the cockpit of the "demon" was put into a set of anti-load suits that were almost like spacesuits, bound with a seat belt, which was used to save the intelligence officer's life, and the anti-overload performance was stronger than the set of "dragon generals" worn by Lin Mo at the moment, of course, the defense and digital combat capabilities were almost non-existent.

While the ground crew was still busy, Major Deng Xiang walked around the Transformer Wing Fighter, frowned after a while, and said to Lin Mo, who was still memorizing the joint method: "Can you change the paint, the silver-gray paint is too eye-catching." ”

In the final process of checking and filling in the omissions, Major Deng Xiang discovered another problem that seemed to be small, but could not be overlooked.

"Oh? Really? ”

Lin Mo raised his head and glanced at his car, the silver-gray paint was very popular. During the day, especially when flying above the clouds, it is possible to have a certain degree of camouflage, but Major Deng is not wrong when he says that at night, the silver-gray color is indeed easy to be more conspicuous under the ground lights.

Lin Mo took out his remote control key, found a key and pressed it, and the signal light in the top corner of the fighter flashed.

Deng Xiang's eyes widened suddenly. The surface of the X-8 "Demon" was originally silver-gray, as if it had faded from the nose to a green camouflage paint. This, what the hell is going on?

"Hmm! No, not this! Lin Mo pursed his lips. Gu Zi pressed it again, and it turned into yellow camouflage.

No, press it again, black camouflage, a little close, press it again, this time it becomes pure black, as if wearing a set of close-fitting night clothes, and the "demon" reveals a mysterious atmosphere all over his body.

The ground crew, who was refueling and reloading, inadvertently looked up and suddenly noticed that the livery of the airframe had completely changed. After a scream, his eyes widened.

It was still silver-gray just now, why did it suddenly change back and forth, and finally turned black, what is going on? Could it be that I was dazzled just now. Misremembered.

The ground crew looked at each other, not knowing what was going on, and they were all dumbfounded.

"Discoloration?"

Major Deng Xiang changed color slightly, and he witnessed the fighter in front of him change its livery in an instant like a chameleon.

Lin Mo explained disapprerovingly: "Hmm! A small feature, carving insect subtotal! ”

Before inadvertently making the repulsion shield, Lin Mo had long wanted to install this flexible optical electronic ink outer coating plate on the "demon".

But when the flight speed of the fighter reaches above subsonic speed. No matter how smooth the surface of the body is, the temperature generated by friction with the air will still seriously damage the e-ink board, especially if the thermal barrier (Mach 2.5) is broken, the temperature of the surface of the body can almost fry the steak, and the fragile optical e-ink material will be burned immediately.

With the repulsion shield to isolate the air friction on the surface of the body, the flexible e-ink board covering the surface of the body can be in a certain stable airflow environment, avoiding the repeated ravages of high temperature and severe cold.

This technology has been researched and finished not only in China, but also in countries around the world, but it is only limited to special operations and rarely applied to aviation.

After completing a series of adjustments to the repulsion shield applied to the airframe, Linmer quickly applied this optical stealth technology to the fighter.

E-ink is a non-emissive technology, and although it can only display 1,024 colors, it is more than enough as a fighter jet livery.

And only when the color changes will consume electricity, in the static time does not consume electricity at all, even if the laying of a large area, will not become a large power consumer, the use of aerospace grade special materials, the texture appears light and thin, and the surface of the body fits seamlessly, but also does not increase much weight, but also does not affect the aerodynamic characteristics of the body.

Lin Mo casually showed his hand and decisively shocked Major Deng Xiang.

Nima, it's true. Stealth fighters, what's the deal with those guys who can only be electromagnetically invisible?

It was worthy of the helper that the General Staff personally named to find, and sure enough, after two clicks, Major Deng's confidence immediately became full.

After about an hour of busyness, the ground crew completed all the work, and the two eight masters in the sky returned to the ground to change the guard, and the pilots on the fighters looked over from a distance, and because of the dim light, they could only faintly see a little phantom.

Due to the regulations, they were restricted from approaching, and it was not until Lin Mo re-jumped into the fighter and started the engine that he watched with regret as the mysterious fighter rushed back onto the runway and leaped into the sky.

"Altitude count 50 meters! Heading 37 degrees northeast at Mach 3. ”

Lin Mo still turned off the identification signal, but contacted the intelligence department's operations team through satellites in space to confirm his location.

Since it was a real sneak entry, then even his own people had to be deceived, and even the air traffic control bureau did not know that there was such a flight, and all the routes were highly confidential, and it was impossible to leave any records.

Because of the stakes, even if the Japanese military shot down Lin Mo and his fighter jet, the Chinese government would never admit that it had carried out such an operation, let alone send armed personnel to rescue him.

If there is any accident, Lin Mo can only ask for more blessings for himself, no, it should be the Japanese who ask for more blessings for themselves.

The boundary between the sea and the land seems to be two worlds, and fighter jets rush out of a river valley along the coastline at high speed, and sink headlong into the endless East China Sea.

The task force gave Lin Mo a safe route through which no ship would pass through the ground, and the curved surface of the earth became a natural protective barrier, and ultra-low-altitude offshore flights could evade almost all air defense surveillance systems.

"The height is 15 meters, and the wind and waves are level three!"

The sea was rough and the dim light was dangerous, but Lin Mo's tone of the report did not fluctuate at all, as if he was completely accustomed to it.

In fact, the Dragon Knight never cared much about the weather conditions, and the powerful Dragon Mounts did not care about any bad weather, even if it was a violent storm.

Even if there were no bad weather changes, the ocean was still windless and waves, and where the fighter jets passed, the violent air currents swept up like a sharp sword, and this small wind and wave was nothing more than a drizzle for Lin Mo and his fighters.

A figure with a heavy gasp of breath ran quickly through the woods, deep and shallow, although he was very tired, but he did not dare to stop and rest, even if he was delayed for a minute, he would never be able to turn over.

I touched the titanium chain pendant hanging on my chest, it was a high-capacity memory chip with small knuckles, and the slight bulge proved that the thing was still there.

As long as this thing has not fallen into the hands of the Japanese, his life is completely worth the ticket price, and there is still a chance to give it away.

It's been three days, and he's almost reached his limit.

He fled for three days and nights, and he didn't have a chance to close his eyes at all, and his energy and strength were on the verge of collapse.

Twenty-two years have passed, and Miyazawa Mu has almost forgotten whether his surname is Gong or his surname is Miyazawa.

One day, twenty-two years ago, captain "Butterfly", who was a few years older than the age of 20, told Miyazawa Mu that he would be secretly sent to Japan for a long-term hiatus, living in Japan with a new identity, and completely bidding farewell to his 20-year life.

The original identity files were all destroyed, even if the birth records of their biological parents were changed to a peer they had never met and did not know, relatives and friends would no longer recognize themselves, as if they should have been Japanese, the memories that belonged to Chinese in the past were just Huang Liang's dream, and the awkward Japanese gradually replaced the Chinese language in their own living environment, until the awkwardness gradually disappeared, and he was able to master the language of the country at this time.

As the submarine approached the Japanese mainland, he then secretly landed in a diving suit and received his belongings at the designated location, and from the moment he landed, he lived in this small island country like a native of Japan.

Watching AV, enjoying various cosplays, making new friends, hanging out at bars with young Japanese, karaoke venting about their youthful youth, until they received a notice of enlistment from the Self-Defense Forces.

He knew that he was definitely not the only one who secretly landed in Japan, there were many more, maybe every year there were intelligence officers of different ages quietly lurking in, and they integrated into the country without any flaws, but Miyazawa Mu couldn't tell which of his comrades around him were pure Japanese, and he had been careful and deliberately guarding his secrets.

He has been waiting and serving in the Self-Defense Forces with peace of mind, until one day, the owner of the small noodle shop he often goes to while wiping the counter that can only receive five or six customers, while bowing his head and saying the secret language, at this time he is the only one in front of the counter, Miyazawa Mu suddenly realized that his own person is by his side.

At this time, he had been rooted in Japan for nearly twenty years, and he almost forgot his identity as a Chinese, and the memories that had been silent in his heart were activated again.

The mission is about to begin, and although there is great danger with it, Miyazawa Mu has no regrets.

It seems that there is still some distance, continue to explode, if only it could rush to the top three, this month's biggest dark horse was born.

Pass! Ask for a commuter pass! More monthly passes, I'm afraid to consolidate the existing results, continue to rush up! (To be continued.) If you like this work, you are welcome to vote for recommendation and monthly passes, and your support is my biggest motivation. )