Technology Bigshot

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"This is the Raptor team, call the nest headquarters! Over!"

"The Nest Headquarters received it! It's over!"

"The prey has been locked! It's over!"

"Please do it!"

"The Raptor received it, it's over!"

At this moment, over the South China Sea, in the stratosphere at an altitude of 180,000 meters, the fox eagle, the falcon, and the lone eagle are flying in an echelon at the speed of Mach 7 at supersonic speed. The "Eagle of the Republic" is equipped with With a powerful anti-radar system, the enemy can't find their existence at all.

And at an altitude of about 160,000 meters below 300,000 meters in front of them, two US F-35 fighter jets were flying supersonic at a speed of Mach 1.7, but they had no idea of ​​themselves and being targeted.

"Fox Eagle! Lone Eagle! The two of you touch it quietly and follow the plan. Be careful not to kill the two pilots. This is the death order of the superior." Falcon said in the communicator.

"clear!"

"learn!"

On the stratosphere, the two sets of combat armor of the Fox Eagle and the Lone Eagle left the echelon and headed towards the two F-35 fighters in the troposphere at a 47-degree dive angle. When traveling at high speed between the sky, the combat armor of the "Lone Eagle" and "Fox Eagle" fell from the top as a whole, and entered the mirror image stealth state one after another, completely hiding in the sky.

On the stratosphere, the "Falcon" turned abruptly and headed in another direction of the airspace alone. He was another part of the plan and another part of the mission.

"Honestly, I regret that I ate the oatmeal made by McDillon earlier. I feel so sick..."

"Don't throw up, it's flying now, if you want to throw up, just try to swallow it, buddy."

In the troposphere above the sea, two pilots flying an F-35 fighter jet chatted during supersonic cruise.

"Zizi... Orion here, report the situation!"

"Hunter report. The radar shows that everything is normal, and the target airspace has not found J-20! The opponent's new equipment has not been found: Eagle! No radio warning has been received! Over!"

"Understood, go forward and go deeper for 50 kilometers, and return immediately as planned..."

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Southern Theater,

Air Command.

"Report, the Falcon has arrived in the target airspace and waited for the rabbit. The Fox Eagle and the Lone Eagle successfully approached two enemy planes."

"Okay!" Colonel Cheng ordered on the spot, "Activate the electronic interference shielding signal."

Following an order, Colonel Cheng quickly walked to the podium and picked up a communicator, "This is the headquarters of the nest! The time is up, ready to catch the prey and bring it back to the nest!"

"Foxhawk received!"

"Lone Eagle Received!"

...

In the troposphere over the South China Sea, one of the US military pilots suddenly said: "Is it because I have an illusion? Or are the Chinese people getting more and more timid? I think it is possible to go from 300 kilometers to 500 kilometers in depth and fly a circle over land. .”

"The air defenses on the ground will plug you, buddy!" Another pilot responds indifferently.

"Ha! Really? Actually, I think they have spotted us, which means they only need to launch a few missiles to shoot us down now. They have the ability, but they don't have the guts, am I right? "The pilot's words all showed a sneering tone.

"Maybe..." Another pilot was about to respond, but he noticed something was wrong. At this moment, he was full of doubts, staring at the flight instrument and said: "Orion! Orion! I am a hunter, please answer if you receive it!"

"What's wrong?"

"The signal interference is serious, and communication with the headquarters cannot be established! Try it."

"I can't do it either, maybe it will be fine after a while."

"No, wait! Is it an accident? Or man-made?"

"What do you mean?" Hearing his teammate's voice coming from the communicator, he suddenly put away his relaxed face, and then turned his head to look at the teammate on the left. At this moment, his pupils shrank suddenly, unbelievably watch.

"Fox Eagle" is flying relative to his teammates less than 15 meters below the fighter plane. Obviously, "Fox Eagle" and "Lone Eagle" actively chose to expose themselves. When the American pilot found him, "Fox Eagle" Turning his head to stare at him suddenly, the pilot saw the dark metal body under the fighter plane, the pair of sky blue eyes covered by the metal, the eyes mixed with the cold metal were even more chilling, the indifferent eyes made him There was an inexplicable palpitation that rushed to my heart very quickly.

He looked at the "Fox Eagle" under his teammate's fighter plane and yelled in surprise, "Lent! Be careful, he's right below you, it's the 'Eagle', their new equipment 'Eagle', damn they can avoid high-altitude radar detection and approached us invisibly, we didn't notice it! My God, how can China have such advanced weapons?"

"Bell! There is one below you!" The American pilot named Lent stared at the bottom of his teammate's fighter plane.

"Oh, damn it!" Bell saw the faces of his teammates and instantly knew what the hell was going on, even though he didn't see it himself, "Get rid of them!" Bell yelled in the communicator.

Above the sky, two F-35 fighter jets turned 180 degrees suddenly, and the fighter jets dived crazily. Bell tried to use the back of the fighter jet fuselage to hit the "Lone Eagle" at a relative speed, so as to distance himself from it. Even launched a counterattack.

"HQ! HQ! We're under attack!"

"Damn it, I can't contact the headquarters!"

"It's a trap! It's a goddamn trap, we're screwed!"

"Bell, I can't get rid of them!"

"Damn, there is no way to fight back!"

"Don't try to hit them if you can't keep the distance!"

"Oh my God, he jumped on the back of my jet!"

"What are they trying to do?"

"I don't know, but it's definitely not a good thing!"

"I can't get rid of his entanglement, I'm going to skydive!"

"What? This is an F-35B! The cost is $198 million! Better not be stupid, Lent. Below is the depths of the South China Sea. It is impossible for our warships to enter here, and there is no way to survive by parachuting. Either captured or Feed the sharks!"

"Then what? Damn it! He's on top of me, I see his blue eyes, he's looking at me!"

"Calm down, Lent, wear a respirator and drive well. I will try to communicate with them, and there may be a glimmer of hope."

Bell adjusted the communicator to the public frequency band, looked up at the "Lone Eagle" outside the glass window above the nose, and said: "Your Excellency, we are a member of the U.S. Navy's Seventh Fleet. A member of the first squadron of the third flying squadron of the 'Seventh Fleet' in the military exercise."

(to be continued)