zombie frenzy

Chapter 810 Spider-Man Standing on the Flying Machine
"Hold on tight." Gore yelled loudly, his body against a steel pillar behind him, and his hand tightly grasping the front console.

A missile quickly hit the bow of the destroyer, a violent explosion sounded, the hull shook violently, countless fragments sprayed, and smashed on the bulletproof glass of the bridge, some scattered items They fell to the ground. Fortunately, they had been prepared for a long time. These people did not need Gore to shout, and they had already fixed their bodies one by one. Except for one or two heads that were scratched, there was no harm.

In the sky, dozens of anti-aircraft missiles shot out roaring towards the oncoming fighter jets. Gore stretched his head hard and stared at it without blinking.

Under the belly of the aircraft, a series of jamming bombs were ejected from the aircraft, which suddenly accelerated to evade and scatter. Huge waves roared towards the military port, and some left and right dodged and accelerated to escape.

The upper and lower ones escaped the bombardment of the anti-aircraft missiles, and a few of the dodged ones were overtaken by the anti-aircraft missiles. Two groups of flames burst into the air in an instant, and debris and wreckage flew around in the cloud of smoke.

"Hit it." Gore shouted excitedly.

"Captain, they are too fast to catch up." The first officer said looking at the screen.

The soaring aircraft rushed into the clouds with the missiles and disappeared. Those that entered the military port close to the sea surface flew around the nearby buildings, and got rid of them in just a few strokes. However, several aircraft returned in a circle again, roaring and passing over the destroyer, relying on their high speed, avoiding the direction of the anti-aircraft guns, and almost sticking to the bridge.

"Damn it, find a way to catch them," Gore yelled.

The first officer and the second officer looked at each other and said in frustration, "There is nothing left. The anti-aircraft missiles are empty, and only the anti-aircraft guns are left. It is impossible to hit these guys."

"Shit." Gore beat the console angrily, staring at his men on the bridge with shortness of breath.

No one expected that there would be an air strike, and the time was tight, so they couldn't load some of the anti-aircraft missiles in the warehouse into the destroyer. The space of the magazine was limited, and it was impossible to stuff it indefinitely. There are many, the number of incoming missiles is astonishing, otherwise, he would not choose to shoot them all at once.

He didn't care about the report of damage from the chief engineer. Those monsters in the sea were too terrifying. The destroyer only dared to stay in the naval port now. It didn't matter if the hull was blown up. If they don't have weapons, they will still have a place to play, so they won't be eliminated by Guo.

The aircraft disappeared after paying the price of three bombings. Maybe the missiles have all been projected, maybe this is not their important target.

"Get ready, connect the data link." Gore looked at the disappearing dots of light on the screen, and focused on New York.

The coordinate trajectory captured by the radar was input into the computer, and after being processed by the combat system, it was transmitted to New York City through the data link. On the roof, the electromagnetic guns started to rotate their muzzles, adjusted their heights, and aimed at the incoming traffic. enemy.

Inside the clouds, dark gray figures poked their heads out, roaring down from the sky, falling to a height of [-] in the blink of an eye.

The leader turned on the laser irradiator and began to search for the targets below. Relying on those famous buildings, he locked on the humble administrative center in an instant.

"Ready to launch." The team leader said coldly.

The distance was getting closer and closer, and seeing that there was less than five kilometers left, suddenly, the screen began to shake and distort, and there was a rustling sound from the earphones. Electromagnetic wave interference had begun to disturb their equipment. He couldn't hear the answer, so he hurriedly turned on the device to block the interference.

In the sky, aircrafts flew over from a distance at high speed, but no movement could be seen, approaching the central area like a performance.

"Fire," Gore yelled.

On the roof of the building, the electromagnetic gun quickly adjusted the muzzle, the gun body vibrated, and fist-sized shells were ejected from the gun barrel, whistling towards the aircraft several kilometers away.

Those gunmen were scattered everywhere, holding their guns, nervously waiting for the enemy to approach. It is impossible to hit the fighter jet flying at high speed with the power of the electromagnetic gun. What they did was to deal with the incoming missiles , although the speed is faster, the trajectory is basically the same, which is much easier to deal with than the aircraft.

"God, I'm locked in."

It was just after passing through the clouds and discovering that the equipment had been disrupted by electromagnetic waves, followed by exclamations from the cabins one by one.

The red light kept flashing in the cabin, and the pilots looked around nervously. Some of them pushed the control stick, and the aircraft rushed down quickly, and began to shuttle between the buildings.

Without the wide wings like the F35, the speed has slowed down a bit, but there is no need to worry about hitting the nearby buildings.

At a height of several hundred meters above the ground, surrounded by high-rise buildings, the pilot felt more at ease. Although the alarm was still ringing non-stop, as the target approached and the equipment was turned on again, these guys began to relax one by one.

"Come on, hold on to me."

On the viewing platform of the Empire State Building, two thin figures stood out. They were connected by ropes, and their eyes were fixed on the aircraft that was flying fast in the distance.

laugh.

A white line entangled the fuselage of the aircraft at the moment it passed by. Lawrence screamed, as if his body had been hit by a train, and moved away from the viewing platform in the blink of an eye.

James gritted his teeth, and the white lines sprayed out from his palms were continuously released. At such a high speed, he didn't dare to hang directly on it.

The figure was swaying below. After flying for a while, the two bold guys finally got used to the speed. The white lines in their hands began to draw together, and the two slowly approached the aircraft.

"Hey, there seems to be someone hanging below you." The pilot behind said with a frown.

"What? Hanging people?" The pilot looked down, "Are you joking? Damn, it's not funny at all."

Lawrence hugged James' waist tightly, and he was still uneasy with the cable connecting him. He squinted his eyes and looked down against the wind, "God, how long will you have?"

"Relax, damn I said relax, you're strangling me," James yelled. "It's almost there, don't you see? It's right in front of you."

The speed of the aircraft is extremely fast. Even if it travels through the city, it can reach a speed of more than 500 kilometers per hour. However, for James, he once captured a helicopter that took off and landed from the roof of a building, and the speed definitely exceeded two. Bai, although this is twice as fast, he gritted his teeth and endured it. As for the height, it is really not worth mentioning. What Spider-Man is afraid of is not the height, but the lack of height.

The dark gray belly appeared in front of him, and two figures hung below. Lawrence raised his head, "James, how do we get up?"

"Wait for me," James said.

The palm that sprayed the white line was about to be torn apart, blood kept flowing from it, staining the arm red, high speed, cold wind, half of the body became numb, as if the arm was no longer his, this At the time, James wanted to hurry up more than Lawrence.

Opening his left hand, another white thread tangled out and stuck to the back of the pilot in the cabin. James tugged and felt that it would not fall off. Then he took Lawrence back a little bit, and handed this side to the disconnect.

"Damn it, those two people are standing behind you." The pilot behind shouted in panic.

"If you dare to lie to me, I will make you look good." The pilot shouted angrily, turned his head, and stared blankly behind him.

The two little boys were half kneeling on his flying machine. Seeing him turn his head, they waved their hands and greeted him with smiles, "Hey, New York welcomes you."

"God, God." The pilot was out of breath, his eyeballs were about to pop out of shock, and he was stunned.

"Lawrence, kill the ones behind, we're leaving." After seeing this guy's performance, James looked up at a building at the far end, and immediately made a decision.

"Come down for me."

Relying on the cable connection, Lawrence released James and stood up with difficulty. In the aircraft behind him, the pilot looked at him dumbfounded. Lawrence shouted, pulled out the big sword on his back, and threw it hard at him.

"Damn it." The pilot screamed, desperately pushing the control stick, the aircraft deviated from the course in an instant, brushed the swirling sword sideways, and then crashed into the building next to it.

boom.

Without fuel, it will not detonate. The aircraft smashed the glass, smashed the wall of the floor partition, and rushed out all the way. In mid-air, the pilot in the cabin had half of his head cut off, tilted his head and stared at the only remaining eyes, and looked straight at the sky above his head.

"Walk."

James jumped up with a yell, and with James, the two flew forward in the air for a while and then gradually began to descend.

"Gone?" The pilot looked at them in astonishment, and turned his head to look for the falling figure from the window. "God, aren't they afraid of being thrown to death?"

In doubt, the pilot turned his head back, and a building in front of him rushed towards him quickly. The pilot only had time to cover his head with his hands, and with a loud bang, the aircraft crashed into the building in an instant just like the one just now.

The two boys rolled all the way, knowing that the forward acceleration was getting smaller and smaller. When they were more than 100 meters away from the ground, James opened the tree and sprayed out white lines. In the sound, Spiderman swayed rapidly, rushing towards another attack point.

A black shadow flew past in front of the lead plane in an instant, and the team leader looked down in a daze for a moment, and saw high-raised muzzles facing them on the roof of the building.

"Anti-air shells, damn it, don't go up, go inside the city."

The team leader shouted loudly, pushed the joystick, the fuselage swayed from side to side, took a series of evasive actions, and quickly threw the aircraft into the tall building. Behind him, holes burst out of several aircraft, roaring towards them The shells tore apart the fuselage, and instantly disintegrated and shattered in mid-air.

Dozens of aircraft have not yet started firing missiles, just the impact of the first wave. In addition, nearly ten aircraft have been lost at the military port. Team four cover."

The aircraft quickly passed through Manhattan Island, circled over the bridge and flew back again. The belly of the aircraft was opened, and missiles appeared from inside. The laser irradiator on the nose had firmly locked on to the administrative building. Finally, the missile sprayed out flames and shot out with a howl.

(End of this chapter)