super robot clone

Yokota Air Force Base, Japan-U.S. Joint Air Defense Command.

Lieutenant Colonel Harrison is reporting the situation just discovered to Lieutenant General Field, the commander of the US military stationed in Japan: "Your Excellency, just now, at the moment when the an/apg-77 radar lost its target, we detected the flight of the f-2 There is a strong electromagnetic disturbance in the area, although it disappeared quickly, this disturbance is somewhat similar to..."

"Similar to what?" Lieutenant General Field frowned.

"Plasma stealth! This also explains why the an/apg-77 radar misses targets."

Lieutenant Colonel Harrison said in an extremely positive tone. He used to work for Lockheed Martin and joined a plasma stealth research team as an expert in the field of radar and radio, so he is very familiar with this technology.

"As we all know, the Matsushima base was just hit by a tsunami some time ago, and all 18 F2 fighter jets stationed at the base were destroyed by the tsunami. Whether it is the Ranger or the Patriot 2, there is nothing they can do about this plane. The reason the Japanese say about the cannon hitting missiles is too clumsy, and we have reason to suspect that this plane is not the F3 that the Japanese said!"

"You mean we need our raptors to approach and detect?"

Colonel Harrison nodded.

Lieutenant General Field frowned and thought for less than ten seconds before making a decision.

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Marcus and Philip are both rich and excellent pilots, otherwise they would not be selected for the F22 "Raptor" squadron. Philip also participated in the Iraq War and has actual combat experience, so the two quickly calmed down.

In actual combat, all kinds of bizarre situations will be encountered. Although it is rare for two fighter jets to lose their targets at the same time, it is not impossible.

Fortunately, it didn't take long for the an/apg-77 phased array radar to capture and lock the target again.

"We must not let it go this time!" Major Philip was obviously still brooding over the inexplicable failure just now, and said, "Captain Marcus, prepare to enter the attack route again."

"understand!"

The F22 driven by Marcus rolls lightly and enters the side and rear of Major Philip, and the two planes form a battle formation again.

Just as Marcus and Philip were about to launch an attack, an order came from the ground command post, asking Philip and Marcus to stop firing medium-range bombs and drive away the F2 fighter jets at close range.

"What? Let the stealth fighter run to fight with the third-generation fighter. This is an order from an NC." Marcus quit. He hated this kind of timid combat action the most.

The ground command post replied coldly: "This is an order from the headquarters, obey the order, Captain!"

Marcus slapped the dashboard angrily.

"Marcus, let's go, can the raptor still be afraid of him!"

Radar showed that the F2 fighter jet was cruising around the edge of Tokyo, less than 30 kilometers away from them. For a supersonic fighter, the Raptor had already touched the opponent's nose.

The f119-pw-100 engine roared, and the binary vector nozzle ejected red blue flames instantly, and the two f22 fighters flew towards the f-2 that Chen Xin was riding like goshawks.

Steel Tong flapped its wings and said with a quack smile, "Old Dou, the fish is hooked!"

Tokyo, Prime Minister's Residence.

Japanese Prime Minister Naoto Kan and Defense Minister Toshio Kitagawa were relatively silent.

At this time, a middle-aged man walked up to Naoto Kan and whispered: "His Majesty's family has entered a temporary underground air-raid shelter. Look, do you..."

Naoto Kan waved his hands a little haggardly and said: "Let's go, let's go, since the Americans have intervened, let them handle it. Let's discuss how to accept the congressional inquiry after this matter is exposed!" "

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The two F22s formed into a small team quietly approached Chen Xin's F2 while talking.

"Philip, that poor little guy is about to enter the locking range of my helmet sight. You said we're turning on the fire control radar at this time. Will the screaming of the radar warning receiver scare his ass to piss?" Marku said. Stuart laughed exaggeratedly.

Philip frowned and said, "Marcus, it's better to be careful, the other party is not mediocre."

Marcus said nonchalantly: "What are you afraid of? Two F22 Raptors can't beat one F2, so let's just jump off the building and commit suicide..."

"Hey, look, it's two o'clock direction, not good, he found out, he wants to run away!"

Philip and Marcus were caught off guard, and the two-dimensional vector nozzles on the twin engines that could deflect up and down reacted immediately, and the two-machine formation immediately tumbled and pulled apart from the left to the right.

"Fuck, don't let him run away, fire!" Marcus's helmet sight immediately caught the F2 fighter, the side magazine opened, and an aim-9x "Sidewinder" infrared-guided combat missile instantly detached from the pylon. The rocket engine was turned on, and soon reached three times the speed of sound, and directly rushed towards the f3 fighter that was running away with afterburner.

"Old Dou, sit still!"

The steel penny also tried its best, papapapa——, the sky suddenly sprinkled a piece of orange-red infrared heat bombs, and spread a pair of fiery red wings behind f2.

Chen Xin only felt a violent air shock on the fuselage. Hundreds of meters away, the "Rattlesnake" that flew over just hit a flame bomb and exploded.

"Damn, missed!" Marcus cursed.

"Don't worry, Marcus, pay attention to grab the six o'clock position."

Philip gripped the joystick tightly, and the helmet sight tightly bit the F2, but he was waiting for the best opportunity. The pilot of this F2 fighter was by no means a mediocre fighter, and the fighter was almost always cruising near the attack envelope of the Sidewinder missile. Just now Marcus' failed attack is proof of that.

What he didn't notice was that the three fighter jets were chasing me and fleeing, and they had entered the core area of ​​Tokyo without knowing it.

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Thomas Roger is a senior photojournalist of the Associated Press. During this time, he has been staying in Japan, using his camera lens to capture all kinds of beings in front of the catastrophe.

Under his lens, there are both helpless people and impassioned officials, family affection, love, indifference, and selfishness. Of course, there are more miserable scenes after the tsunami and a turbulent society.

For this reason, Roger took no less than thousands of photos. Although less than one tenth of them can be published, most of them will be treasured by him as his life memory.

But he still thinks these photos are very valuable, and maybe when he looks back later, this experience will be a good supplement to his life.

It's just that he's going back to China tomorrow, and the Associated Press will send a new reporter to replace him. He still has some regrets in his heart.

But when he thought of seeing his lovely daughter and beautiful wife soon, his heart immediately jumped up again.

At 01:30 in the morning, Roger was still too excited to fall asleep. He simply got up from the bed and stood in front of the French windows on the [-]th floor of the Hilton Hotel, admiring the beautiful night view of the world's largest metropolitan area. In the face of a catastrophe, its prosperity is not diminished.

Roger seemed to have thought of something, found out the camera, and planned to record the scenery he saw on his last night in Japan.

He aimed the camera at the window, ready to press the shutter, and he had already thought of the title of this group of photos, which was called—Sleepless Night in Tokyo!

At this moment, something happened suddenly, the building suddenly began to shake, and there was a loud noise like thunder in the sky, as if Thor was beating his mace. Roger felt that this was the loudest sound he had heard in his life. His ears were nearly deafened.

The next second, the floor-to-ceiling windows of the Hilton Hotel began to explode layer by layer. Roger saw the most incredible scene in his life. Three supersonic fighter jets flew past the window in an instant, and the fierce wind blew Roger's lapel flapping. In fact, Roger even saw the cloud of sonic booms created by fighter jets flying at supersonic speeds.

At this time, his fingers are still loyal to his profession, and he keeps pressing the shutter of the camera.

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Sorry for being a bit Calvin and late.