Thousands of meters above the ground, in mid-air, inside a silver-white fighter jet.

Mio Ito sat in the cockpit with a helmet, holding the propulsion lever on the side of the cockpit with her right hand, and clicking dexterously on the touchscreen with her fingers, steering the fighter with great interest, and it was like a toy that she manipulated as she pleased, flying freely through the air.

“…… It has been bombed many times, plus the missiles that have just been blown up and dropped by the command headquarters. There are only two 'air-to-surface missiles' and two 'Joint Direct Attack Munitions' left on the ammunition launcher, but if you drop one of them, you can cause thousands of deaths in the crowd, which is a cruel weapon. ”

Mio Ito sighed softly, lamenting the lethality of modern warfare technology. But at the same time, several angry voices came from the public communication channel on the side of the helmet:

"Michael, what did you do?!"

"Why are you throwing ammunition at the command! Have you committed treason? ”

"Michael, do you want to go to court-martial!"

Because Smith, who is an adviser, did not go through the public communication channel, but confirmed the degree of mission execution with the fighter pilots through private channels, these pilots still do not understand the situation, and seem to think that it was the behavior of the original pilot "Michael".

At the same time, on the radar display in front of Mio Ito, several other fighters could be seen flying towards this direction, and it didn't even take long to see their figures through the clouds through the portholes, like huge iron birds, with a deep cold light on their tails

Smiling slightly, Mio Ito was about to say something, but before he could say it, the only remaining pilot who had not yet spoken was no longer silent, and reminded his comrades in a slightly trembling voice:

"Be careful! I suspect this guy isn't Michael...... He's been devoured by that monster! ”

"Hiss......"

The sound of the other three pilots gasping for air was heard in the communication channel, and Mio Ito shook her head regretfully, and said with a smile in her own voice on the public channel:

"It's a shame that I can't get along with you as a colleague anymore - but I still have to say something, it's not devouring, it's salvation."

Without saying a word, the four pilots immediately turned off the communication channel, and the four fighters fled in panic like birds of prey. For the first time, no one thought of avenging their comrades and superiors.

People who can become fighter pilots have basic scientific literacy and logical ability, who would have thought that even the level of bombing just now could not solve the monster in front of her, but instead she took the body of a pilot and a new fighter jet, and now in mid-air, with only the remaining four fighters, how could it be possible to solve her?

The only solution - is to run away immediately and run better and better! Until the withdrawal to Yokota Air Base, let the command and the Pentagon figure out how to deal with this guy!

"What the hell!"

That's the only thought of the remaining four pilots.

And when escaping, in order to avoid being caught in one net, these four fighters also subconsciously chose four different directions.

Looking at the four fighter targets that were gradually climbing and fleeing on the radar display, Mio Ito's mouth had an easy smile on the corner of her mouth, and when she pressed the launch button, the remaining four ammunition on the ammunition launcher poured out-

"Boom, boom, boom!"

With Michael's memory and consciousness, she is like an old fighter pilot for many years at the moment, firing four ammunition in succession in four different directions, tracking the four fighters, and then-

Invariably failed.

It's a matter of course.

Both "air-to-surface missiles" and "joint direct attack munitions" are mainly used to strike at ground and water targets, and for nimble fighters, and the latest fighters of the United States, the opponent can easily get rid of their pursuit.

Under such circumstances, only the "air-to-air missiles" with the highest accuracy could threaten the safety of these fighters, but unfortunately, because the target of the attack today was only Mio Ito, who was originally in the "Hojo," the fighters were not equipped with "air-to-air missiles" at all.

It doesn't matter, though.

Because, although the tracking of the previous ammunition was fruitless, it also caused the flight trajectory of the four fighters to be deflected, and the relative distance between them and Mio Ito did not continue to expand in a short period of time.

- That's enough.

Even if it only delayed them for a few seconds, it was enough.

Because at this moment, Mio Ito's "things" finally caught up with them.

It was a thin red line.

There are four in total, and each one is chasing a fighter jet,

Each red thread is no more than a millimeter in diameter, and on a night like this, it may not be possible to detect it without a high-precision camera.

Four red threads, pulled from Mio Ito's wrists, tensed one by one, and pursued a distance of thousands of meters at a speed of more than twice the speed of sound, and at this moment, pasted the porthole of the fighter jet.

It's like the so-called "red line of fate".

However, the "red line of fate" in the usual sense is used to connect love.

But Mio Ito's red thread is connected to life.

And so—

Make a fist slightly.

In the next second, an imperceptible "snort" sound came from the porthole of each fighter, and in an instant, the red line passed through the breach and pierced into the bodies of the remaining four pilots, and in addition, more and more red lines also poured out of Mio Ito's body, one by one, breaking through the fighter he was riding on, and spreading across the sky.

……

The battle and breakthrough above the sky did not even take a few minutes, and above the ground, the troops on this mission were still in chaos due to the explosion of the headquarters.

"What just happened......

"Fighter jets dropped missiles, and Colonel Kenichi Yokoyama was martyred!"

"Could it be the conspiracy of the ghost beasts of the United States?"

"Why did American pilots come to bomb Tokyo again! Wasn't that 80 years ago? If you don't sign a security treaty, you will be bombed, and if you do, you will be bombed?!! ”

"Colonel Kenichi Yokoyama won't be the highest-ranking result in the bombing of Tokyo by American pilots in history, right?!"

"Don't tell such hellish jokes...... Hurry up and think about what to do! ”

The voices of the Self-Defense Forces, who had not experienced much battlefield training, even if they could attack decently at first, immediately became headless flies when they encountered such a sudden emergency.