"Knock knock." Wang Zheng knocked on the cockpit of the F22 with a gentle smile on his face, as if he didn't see the fighter pilot inside looking at him with a horrified face.

"!!" Obviously, this far beyond common sense scene made the fighter pilot have a nervous breakdown, and all the usual training was left behind, and he directly picked up the assault rifle next to him and shot at Wang Zheng outside the cockpit. However, his behavior is understandable, Afghanistan is a small country, and the driver's Su zhì certainly can't be compared with a superpower like China.

It's a pity that in order to combat the huge pressure brought by supersonic speed, the F22 cockpit uses high-grade tempered glass, which is not at all capable of being penetrated by assault rifles, and it is almost the same with a cannon. Not only did not one of the bullets in the gun hit Wang Zheng, but many of them were bounced off by the tempered glass and shot at the fighter pilot who was firing wildly.

"Huh." Wang Zheng smiled softly again, clenched his right hand, and the qi of his whole body was infused into it, and then punched the tempered glass with a violent sonic boom.

With a crisp "click", the tempered glass that can resist the powerful pressure brought by more than three times the speed of sound is as fragile as a biscuit under Wang Zheng's fist, and was directly beaten into pieces by Wang Zheng's terrifying fist, and then directly blown away by the chaotic air flow around him, and some scraped over the driver's body, taking away a piece of flesh and blood directly from him.

Without the protection of the cockpit, the fighter pilot was directly exposed to the terrifying sonic boom, and he was already seriously injured, and he passed out without even a second. Even if he survived, he would at least be deaf in both ears.

The F22, which received a punch from Wang Zheng in the nose, immediately changed its flight direction and pointed to the ground. And the driver is already unconscious, and without the driver, it is only a matter of time before this F22 crashes. In fact, even if there is a good driver, there is no way to drive normally without protection in the cockpit.

However, Wang Zheng didn't want this F22 to crash, because Wang Zheng suddenly thought of one thing, it was better to give this F22 to this world's China.

In the movie "Iron Man", China is not mentioned, but I know from the back of my head that China must be scandalized in the movies made by Americans, just as China has always scandalized the United States. Although Wang Zheng has no patriotic complex, after all, the Chinese are very close to his appearance, with black hair and black eyes, which makes Wang Zheng have a sense of intimacy. Although the China of this world has nothing to do with the real world, Wang Zheng still will not refuse when he can help them, just like in the world of "Superman: Man of Steel", the whole world has been killed, but the Chinese are all alive.

"Drink!" Wang Zheng roared, the qi of his whole body poured into his arms, and like the power of the mind, the power of twenty tons completely exploded, and the F22, which was flying at supersonic speed, began to slow down with an acceleration of ten meters per second.

At the same time, Wang Zheng's telekinetic power was also activated, and after scanning, he immediately found the engine of the F22. A piercing sound sounded, and Wang Zheng directly cut off the connection between the F22's engine and the surroundings with his mental power, so that the F22, which had lost power, could only slow down under Wang Zheng's terrifying power.

Six thousand meters, a full six thousand meters, Wang Zheng's twenty tons of strength, it took six thousand meters of deceleration distance to make F22 stop, in fact, if Wang Zheng uses the power of the mind, the speed is faster, but the weight of the F22 is more than twenty tons, so Wang Zheng can only use the power of the mind to support the F22 to prevent it from crashing, and then use gas to slow it down.

With a loud "boom" and a violent shaking of the ground, an F22 with only the cockpit shattered was captured intact by Wang Zheng, including the driver. However, it can be seen from the bleeding appearance of the pilot's seven orifices that if Wang Zheng does not treat him quickly, such a pilot who is more valuable than the F22 fighter will be finished, but unfortunately, Wang Zheng is not that kind person.

"Wang, what did you do with this iron lump?" Wanda asked curiously.

F22 is indeed powerful for ordinary people, but for the two of them, it is no different from scrap metal. Wanda has a steel suit, even if there are ten F22s, it can be easily defeated, as for Wang Zheng, just look at how he disintegrated a fighter just now, you can know that such a person can not be defeated by numbers.

"I'm going to give it to China, but how do I get it?" Wang Zheng touched his brain and said.

At this time, Wang Zheng was having a headache. This F22, plus the ammunition and other items inside, weighs more than 20 tons, Wang Zheng's mental power, plus gas, is only 40 tons of strength, although it can lift this iron lump, but when he thinks of the distance between Afghanistan and Beijing, Wang Zheng is a little depressed.

"China seems to have a border with Afghanistan." Wanda meant that it was enough to throw this thing directly into Chinese territory, and as for how to transport it away, it had nothing to do with Wang Zheng. Anyway, this world has nothing to do with the respective worlds of the two, so there's no need to waste time for them, it's already great to have this heart.

"Okay." Wang Zheng said helplessly.

Saying that, Wang Zheng hooked his fingers, and the idiot driver who only had one breath left was picked up by Wang Zheng and thrown aside, and suddenly only half a breath was left, but Wang Zheng didn't bother to care about him, dared to shoot at himself, and it was merciful enough not to kill him, as for whether he could hold out until the follow-up troops who found out that something was wrong arrived, it was none of Wang Zheng's business.

"Let's go." Wang Zheng waved his hand, and there was a "click" sound in F22, which was the sound of something being torn. Naturally, it was impossible for Wang Zheng to carry such a heavy thing to China, so he directly dismantled some unnecessary things, such as ammunition or something. After some slimming, the F22, which originally had 20 tons, weighed less than 15 tons.

"Dress." Seeing Wang Zheng carrying this big guy, Wanda naturally couldn't let Wang Zheng take it anymore, even though she weighed only a hundred pounds, it was not a problem for Wang Zheng at all.

"Boom", Wang Zheng stepped on the ground, rose to the sky, leaving a large pit with a diameter of more than three meters on the ground, no way, F22 is too heavy, a little leakage of power, can produce huge destructive power, of course, this is also related to Wang Zheng did not deliberately control the power, anyway, even if the world is broken, Wang Zheng is not distressed.

After more than five hours of flying, Wang Zheng finally reached Chinese territory. In fact, if Wang Zheng flew at full speed, it wouldn't take so long at all, and the two of them rested several times in the middle. Wang Zheng is an infinite energy body, there is no such thing as tiredness, Wanda flies with a steel suit, and he will not be sleepy, mainly because he is holding such a big guy, and the psychological pressure is very great.

"Wang, China seems to be much richer than Afghanistan." Wanda looked at the tall building below.

At this time, the place where the two were located was the residence of a border patrol team, and Wang Zheng was holding an F22 suspended more than ten meters above it. With such a big goal, if the people below can't see it, Wang Zheng can only sadly throw the F22 directly.

"Enemy Attack !!" A soldier standing guard saw a huge shadow suddenly appear on the ground, looked up, was stunned at first, and then immediately opened his voice and shouted.