Dragoon fighter

"Okay! Burton, I originally wanted to try flying, but my bones are already loose!" Abra could only wave his hands and stand aside, but did not take a step forward. He is the best mechanic in this big Huchang. As one of the only four F-manned pilots, I can only let this guy, who has the right to board the plane, say "no." I can only count the sand on the runway. Ant, if he can't even guarantee 100 hours of flying time a year, he will be wasted as a pilot before his eyes.

"Abra, my good partner, don't be too anxious. Why don't you take one when you have time?" A cigarette was handed to Abra. Abra turned around and saw that it was Yankel, his fire controller in the back seat. , flashing a pack of freshly unpacked Marlboros in his hand, "To be honest, I'm always on tenterhooks when I'm sitting on this old machine, just because I'm afraid I won't be able to get back if I accidentally do it."

Abra quickly took the cigarette, took the fire, took a deep breath, and patted his partner Yankel on the shoulder, "I mentioned it to Commander Natasha countless times, but she said that Mr. Lawrence is still in contact. The fastest We won’t have new aircraft until next year or the year after, so now we have to make do with them.”

"What can I do? This damn thing should be replaced with a new one. If the boss doesn't buy another F or something, you bastards will be unemployed by the end of the year." Obviously, Uncle Burton is not interested in this old plane. The condition of the aircraft is not very promising, and the maintenance cost is high. Every time it takes off, it requires extremely expensive consumable parts. It is simply a money-burning machine.

f-Yes, also known as Tomcat, is a two-seat multi-purpose supersonic fighter. It was officially produced in the 1970s. Almost many people are familiar with this variable-sweep wing fighter. The United States has sold it to Iran and other countries, but they don’t know either. Where did the "Red Scorpion" spend a lot of money to get the two F-s in the hangar? You know, this kind of high-end military goods, even if it is eliminated for many generations, it is impossible to put it on the market. Many of these technologies are still incomparable to the latest civilian technologies.

"What about Barrus and Jesse? Commander Natasha sent someone to say that Colonel Frank is leading people to go to war with Latika Osam of the 'Holy Mercury Mirror' and needs air support at any time. Don't let any of them fly by then." Abra glanced at the other F - Yes, this damn guy, with a high salary, doesn't he know how to be more dedicated? He's still fighting with those The girls took a Turkish bath together.

"I know, I know! The planes of those two guys are the same as yours. You must pack them up for your war eagle before dinner. Remember, be gentle. Maybe this old guy will disintegrate in the air. Hey Hey! Idiot! You can't do that. Give me the wrench. Damn it, I should stuff your head into the engine's jet hole with my own hands." The bearded Burton gave Abra a guarantee casually and then paid attention to it. He threw himself into the intense maintenance work and rudely scolded his few semi-monastic mechanics.

Fighters are really not something that ordinary forces can afford.

In the dark corner of the airport, a jet-black shadow is scurrying, disguised as a desert cobra, imitating the gold coins vividly, quietly walking through the airport, waiting for opportunities to act, but in the face of various small metal objects passing by, it But it was not polite at all. Small screws, iron wires, copper sheets, etc., all disappeared as soon as it swam over. After observing it for a long time, it rushed into the arsenal. After being bombarded by human weapons, it went to the ammunition depot. There is a very deep hatred.

Aisulu has a time system that suits his life schedule. At nine o'clock in the evening, in addition to the lights in the entire Aisulu Basin, the desert outside has already cast a silvery moonlight. You can see it without even needing a street lamp. Clearly.

Lin Mo turned on the TV in boredom, not feeling sleepy at all. The gold coins were not there, and he had no timekeeping tool. He could only watch the time on the TV moving towards nine o'clock. Aisulu actually had his own TV station and TV station, but There are only one or two people, and apart from the leader's speech, they also play pornographic movies and the like. Now that electronic equipment is so advanced, the TV station in the basin is only a grass-roots team of five people.

The time pointed to nine o'clock, just like the twelve o'clock on New Year's Eve as customary during the Chinese Spring Festival. Suddenly, a burst of gunshots and continuous explosions were heard outside, all connected together.

The war has begun!

"Nine o'clock, time is up!" In the ammunition depot of the "Red Scorpion" airport, the golden dragon that transformed into a desert cobra looked at the slightly fluorescent LCD screen with a piece of its tail the size of a small knuckle, pointing at Aisulu At nine o'clock, the green bean-like eyes glowed bright red, and dinner was ready!

Other people's lives are in danger when fighting, but the gold dragon's first priority is to eat gold coins, eat as much as possible, destroy as much as possible, so that the opponent cannot react.

Looking at the boxes of bullets, grenades and rockets in the warehouse, it, which has always been lawless, smiled!

A black shadow ran straight towards the weapons rack.

Lin Mo was still lying on the bed without making any movement. This had nothing to do with him. The chaos outside was just a commotion by the Geminis of the "Dark Night" intelligence team to attract attention and compete with the enemies who were engaged in division and destruction. The "Dark Night" intelligence team is also very proficient in this skill.

Exploding firelight continued to illuminate Lin Mo's room from the window. It seemed that in order to create this chaos, no less explosives were used. The internal cleaning of "Red Scorpion" also inspired some others who were lucky enough to escape. The resistance of "Nail" took advantage of the chaos to add fuel to the fire!

Someone kept shouting outside the room. It was Ivan's voice. Footsteps sounded one after another. The leader of the guards was here. Lin Mo got up slowly and started to sort out his clothes.

As soon as he pushed out the door, he heard Ivan speaking loudly to the Guards members, seeming to be assigning tasks. As soon as he saw Lin Mo, he picked up a K-74 from a man carrying a lot of guns. , threw it directly at Lin Mo, "Go on!"

Finally knowing that he had to split the gun, Lin Mo caught the K-74 loaded with bullets in the air. This house had its own small arsenal.

Ivan said to Lin Mo, pointing to the building, "Go and protect Commander Natasha's pavilion!" The whole house has five floors, and the beautiful commander's bedroom is on the fourth floor.

It seems that Ivan trusts him very much. After seeing Lin Mo's skills, he thought that if he really had any bad intentions, Commander Natasha and Colonel Frank would be killed directly in this fight.

Lin Mo understood Ivan's gesture, and walked directly to the stairs with the K-74 in his arms. Later, he could hear Ivan constantly assigning tasks to the team, and the sound of starting footsteps. It was not a small group of guards rushing past Lin Mo. This spread out and formed a defensive line.

On the fourth floor, Lin Mo reached out for a maid, asked Natasha about the location of her room, found the door and knocked.

"Who!" Natasha's extremely alert voice came from the door.

"Mo Lin!" Lin Mo replied.

"Come in!" Natasha seemed to be relieved, and her vigilance was reduced a lot. The assassin was most likely to appear at this time.

Lin Mo gently opened the door, only to see Natasha already dressed in military uniform. She was going to the dressing table to insert a pistol into the holster on her waist. When she turned around, she saw Lin Mo holding the gun and leaning against the door. looked at her.

Natasha directly looked through the dressing mirror. Behind the frame was a hanging board full of various guns. She picked one, checked it in her hand, and smiled at Lin Mo, "What, Ivan?" Let you protect me?" Like Ivan, he has great trust in Lin Mo.

"Hmm!" Lin Mo only understood the word "protect". If he didn't have another purpose, I'm afraid he would have used K to kill him immediately. The beautiful commander didn't know that there was such a big killer ambushing around him.

After all, the dragon knight who has experienced hundreds of battles is not a veteran of the battlefield. Now that he is facing his own enemy, he is still calm and calm, so that the opponent cannot see any flaws. For this reason alone, ordinary agents cannot compare.

Lin Mo walked around Natasha and her big bed, came to the window, opened the curtains and looked outside. He wanted to know how the gold coin guy was doing. This guy had a timing crystal with him, so he would naturally not miss the time.

In Natasha's eyes, Lin Mo acted like a loyal guard, guarding the enemy at the window.

But Lin Mo was not looking at the scenery. He was observing the fighting in the neighborhood outside. Lines of fire were flying back and forth, explosions of flames and loud noises were coming one after another, and raging flames were burning in several places. He was more concerned about the direction of the airport. Sure enough, It didn't take long to see rapid explosions coming from that direction, and you could even see missiles trailing bright flame tails flying outside.

Lin Mo was surprised. Jin Coin was so playful. When setting off fireworks, it was better not to make too much noise.

"What are you looking at! My guards are the most elite soldiers!" Natasha watched Lin Mo staring outside without blinking. She was no different from a soldier, wearing dark desert camouflage and fully armed. There is also a tactical dagger inserted between the legs.

Lin Mo glanced back at Natasha without saying anything. This woman was still worth using.

Perhaps because she was used to Lin Mo's reticence from the beginning, Natasha smiled and didn't take it to heart. She went to the window, gently lifted a corner of the curtain, and carefully looked outside. From time to time, a group of armed men came out to fight against the autumn wind. They rushed out from the street and exchanged gunfire.

The capabilities of each action team of the "Dark Night" intelligence team were fully unleashed, and the entire Aisulu fell into chaos in the blink of an eye. The sound of gunfire and explosions were like the night of Chinese New Year's Eve, and the earth shook from time to time in powerful explosions. With.

Suddenly, the phone rang in the room. Natasha's expression changed, she walked to the phone beside the bed and picked up the receiver.

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