Then again, ...... the name "Ian Fleming"?

As a lover of books, Lieutenant Colonel Fisher suspected that it was just a pseudonym since he had heard the name of the British writer earlier.

Although there are actually many people with the same name in this world, how can it be such a coincidence?

Sitting on the sofa, he began to think dangerously, about "Mr. Fleming", a mysterious figure who has no military position and does not even know whether he is a member of the army, although he has dealt with him several times before, Harold Fisher, as an active pilot of the United States Air Force, still has no idea why he left the front line in the middle of the war in Central Europe and went to the California desert to receive a non-production F-15S/MTD; It took so much effort to find out the temperament of that monster, and then went to the Caucasus to compete with the terrifying "White Death", but was inexplicably defeated by Viktor Rezenov, whose idea was all this, is it all the arrangement of "Ian Fleming".

After experiencing a peak duel between aces, and after returning home in disappointment, until now, he is responsible for the combat readiness training of the "Shark" squadron to receive the F-22 "Raptor", Fisher's Air Force career seems to be back on track, but today's visit, he still has some dark premonitions about who is coming.

The seemingly peaceful life of service, I'm afraid, will not last like this......

Before he had time to think more, the lieutenant colonel soon sensed that someone was coming upstairs, and just as he could barely calm down, the people in the reception room were pushed away:

"Oh—Fisher!

Sit, sit, you're welcome here. ”

Strode into the reception room. While taking off his coat and throwing it casually on the sofa. Consistent with Harold Fisher's stereotype. "Ian Fleming", who came in with a cold air, was still as informal as ever, or a little vulgar; Got up and shook hands with the man in loose casual clothes, who had no good manners, and the lieutenant colonel greeted him politely, and then sat down and waited for him to make a high-level statement, as had probably been the case with every previous dealing.

Yes, it's all the same, so at this time there is no need to think about anything else, a caucasian fiasco. It's enough to make him, the number one ace, linger in his mind......

"Fisher, look at your expression, what are you doing with those useless things?

Oh, I'm in a hurry today, long story short, how is the 'Shark' squadron you are in charge of? Edwards here idiots are doing their jobs or not, you tell me. ”

"It's all right, sir,"

A somewhat rude questioning of "Mr. Fleming". Harold Fisher has become accustomed to his calm responses that are neither humble nor arrogant. "The basic training subjects have been completed, there are no major flaws in the fighter itself, Lockheed engineers have been on duty here, and according to the original plan, the 'Shark' squadron can be ready for combat according to the schedule."

"Oh? - Yes, that sounds like it. ”

The lieutenant colonel's reply was satisfactory, and the man who looked a little absent-minded didn't sit in the reception room for long, but got up and walked to the window to look out.

Harold Fisher, an ace pilot of the United States Air Force, is just a pawn in the eyes of Ian Fleming, although this guy lost to the "Grim Reaper" in the battle in the Caucasus, but the role of Fisher, the man's original consideration is not here, he didn't expect this ace to get rid of Viktor Rezenov, but has other plans, and now it seems that this goal is basically achieved, as for the next thing, I can't say, I have to deal with it myself.

Hmph, think about it, how did that Russian ace achieve so many crash records, isn't it obvious, he is clearly cheating!

Cheating, hehe, do you think the same as yourself, it's really fun.

Between thoughts, his eyes looked at the open scene in the corner of the air base, and saw a gray camouflage fighter plane parked on the runway and next to the hangar in the distance, and Ian Fleming, who was playing with a lighter, put it back in his coat pocket, and rubbed his hands nervously a few times before turning to look at Lieutenant Colonel Fisher:

"So, you have tested all the planes that you were ordered to set aside?"

"Tested; According to you, the squadron of 'Sharks' now has two 'Raptors' on standby. ”

"Uh-huh, that's not bad."

Standing in front of Harold Fisher, who looked calm and did not seem to have any emotion, felt the inner activity of this ace pilot, knowing that this guy was still frustrated by the complete defeat in the Turkish skies, and the corners of Fleming's mouth, who had never been impatient with cowards and fools, twitched slightly.

He originally thought that the guy in front of him who was skilled and convinced of Catholicism was a tough guy who was still up to the task, but he didn't expect him to become like this now, knowing how to replay the defeat scene at that time all day long, and he thought about it over and over again, as if he was afraid of forgetting it - it was like a weak female streamer who twisted and pinched, such a guy, is he still a trump card who kills people without blinking?

Such a psychological element, hum, to be his wingman is probably a little unqualified!

That being said, however......

The lieutenant colonel glanced at him a few times in an uncertain sense, and the mysterious man who suddenly visited slowly showed a smile, but his eyes were still so cold, he knew that he had no choice now.

Flying a fighter plane to accomplish some crucial tasks, and perhaps doing it yourself, but to achieve that ultimate goal that has never been seen before, the damned red Russia has become the biggest stumbling block for now; There is so much to do to deal with this huge country, and what reason does a person who was destined to be a master have to do such trivial things and waste his time on boring battles?

Harold Fisher, a devout Christian and at the same time one of the recently discovered available people, the ace pilot who reacts to Blackstone, Ian Fleming once figured out that he came to spy on the message of the "Caucasian Grim Reaper", but almost in vain.

Fierce battles in the sky, every time he encounters Viktor Rezenov, the lieutenant colonel will enter a state of height to meet the enemy with all his might, with the special role of the black stone, Fisher, who is trying his best, will not be bewitched by the Russians at all, but on the other hand, the consequence that the mysterious man did not expect was that he was completely unable to get clues from Fisher's thoughts with his superpowers, and he still knew very little about the situation of Viktor Rezenov, as for the CIA rice buckets who were active in the evil empire, I can't count on it now.

There is no valuable information at all, can it be said that the situation has evolved like this?

For many days, after hiding behind the scenes, strategizing the long and endless war game, and the soldiers at the front were still desperately fighting to the death for the dignity of the United States, Ian Fleming, the mysterious man who ignited the flames of the world war with his own hands, is now clearly tired of it.

The war he imagined had never been like this, and he thought that he would be able to decide the winner in three or two strokes, and that he would be able to defeat the huge red Russia on his back, and then he could personally manipulate the foolish politicians who thought he had a plan to decide the fate of the whole world—this kind of thing, to be a war maniac, or a fanatical believer in power, was probably the culmination of the great achievement, but in Fleming's eyes, it was just an ordinary step to achieve the goal, or rather, it was interesting to control the world, but he himself was not interested in it. Rather, there are some profound plans with long-term ambitions.

No one can stop this kind of plan, not even that damned Russian madman!

Suddenly thinking of Viktor Rezenov, the "Caucasian Grim Reaper", Ian Fleming's hand hesitated slightly, nervously walked a few steps around the room.

That guy, hmph, is just an idiot!

But why did he ......

There is a bit of negation of the Russian ace who is active in the front line of the war, or some kind of "unprofessional" evaluation, Ian Fleming has in his mind that there is another air encounter with a strange ending, the dark fighter he pilots, and the gray-green MiG in the sky pass by, each of them is aware of the opponent's every move, and does his best to take the opponent's life; The death spiral of the long sky duel, the sky seemed to turn into a gloomy gray-black, he knew that it was a hazy scene of black vision, but the superpower still pointed out the direction of the opponent-

But then what?

A life-and-death superpower duel, fighting endlessly in the encirclement of black pressure and clouds, thinking of this, the man's brows were tightened, and a trace of irritability flashed in his eyes, he could only vaguely remember that he drove back to the base completely by instinct, and Viktor Rezenov, it should be this guy That's right, he is actually alive and well, and he has created countless troubles for himself at the moment, what is going on?

That kind of hand-to-hand fighting of Cheng Dù, no one can be the first to break away, but he actually failed to solve that tricky and dangerous person, now that I think about it, is it a little unusual.

Caught in a vague memory, wandering around the room for a while, Ian Fleming quickly broke free, tilted his head to look at Fisher, who was standing with his hands down, expressionless, but didn't bother to speak for a while, just raised his hand and shook his fingers, and snorted towards the door.

"Mr. Fleming, are you—going to the squadron?"

Faced with a mysterious figure with an arrogant expression and no courtesy in front of him, the commander of the "shark" squadron, Harold Fisher opened his mouth to ask, but received an unexpected response:

"That's right!

- I said, Fisher, that guy has caused you so much trauma that you still can't forget it. (To be continued......)