Global Famine: My items can be automatically upgraded

When the Red Wing fighter activated the mental searchlight.

It just happened to be what Dr. Batu wanted.

He activated the reverse mental resonance and exploded the head of one of the fighter pilots.

The only remaining Red Wing No. 1 fighter had already dropped its speed to an extremely dangerous 258 kilometers per hour after a burst of flying.

Because the angle of attack was too large, the lift coefficient of the entire fighter decreased with the increase of the angle of attack, resulting in an uncontrolled dive and bumping movement, the engine vibrated, and it was almost out of control.

To make matters worse, Dr. Batu threw away the missile wreckage used to camouflage his body, and the lines of the two pairs of wings on his back flashed, and he accelerated and rushed towards the fighter.

A violent alarm sounded in the driver's headset.

In the face of such a critical moment, the driver surprisingly did not feel a trace of fear. He shuddered, as if he knew what to do by nature, and pushed the throttle to the bottom, turning on the turbofan engine's afterburner mode.

The burned gas discharged from the fuel chamber was introduced into the afterburner chamber behind the turbine for further combustion.

A dazzling tail flame ejected from the engine nozzle.

Without any pause, the pilot stepped on the rudder in the spiral direction and easily leveled the stall.

However, in such a short period of time, Dr. Batu had broken the speed of sound again and approached the fighter at a position of 500 meters at 6 o'clock.

This distance was close relative to the speed of the two.

The pilot gritted his teeth and manipulated the fighter to press a big slope to the right, turning more than 120 degrees to the right, pointing the lift vector to Dr. Batu.

The powerful overload instantly pressed the pilot to the seat. He glanced at the parameters on the helmet display, and a high-frequency beeping sound sounded. The overload once again reached the limit of this old fighter.

Because of his excessive speed, Dr. Batu rushed to the front of the fighter. He began to turn and circle, trying to turn.

At this time, the driver stared at the figure of the living dead. The PL-15 has the ability of helmet aiming and over-the-shoulder firing. He pulled the trigger directly and reflected the missile.

"Die!"

The driver screamed.

The PL-15 dragged a white tail smoke. At this distance, it was almost impossible for it to miss the target.

Dr. Batu's turning made him lose a lot of energy. The PL-15 drew a beautiful arc and caught up with its figure.

The fire produced by the explosion swallowed it.

However, the driver overestimated the power of the missile, or underestimated the defense of the living dead.

Dr. Batu... rushed out of the smoke again!

There was no fluctuation on the driver's face. He pushed the throttle again, and the engine ejected bright hot flames.

A large amount of air was sucked in by the air intakes on both sides of the fuselage. The airflow adhered to the fuselage, flowed through the wing strips and the main wing, and provided a strong lift for this heavy fighter.

After flying three kilometers, it broke through the sound barrier again.

The fighter maintained this speed when it reached Mach 1.6. According to the acceleration state of the zombie chasing the attack aircraft, it began to lose its acceleration when it reached this speed.

"If you have to fight with mutants at close range due to the situation, you must pay attention to keeping the speed above 900 kilometers per hour, and it is best to be able to maneuver at supersonic speed."

The driver silently recited the fighter combat manual.

At the same time, the driver checked the weapon rack. At this moment, there was still an SD-18 and a PL-15 hanging on the fuselage.

He did not hesitate at all and directly launched them from the rack to reduce the weight of the fighter, and then turned off the flight control system's overload limit.

It turned out that these missiles were very ineffective when facing the zombies. PL-15 could not cause damage to them, and SD-18 would be destroyed by them.

The situation forced.

The driver felt like a mouse being stared at by a cat.

The zombie seemed to be playing with himself.

"Fuck!"

The pilot decided to go all out, because he couldn't fly over the zombies anyway.

He put his palm on the trigger of the machine gun on the joystick, turned on the afterburner of the fighter, and rolled to the left.

The powerful acceleration pressed him firmly on the seat.

"Monster, I'm going to kill you!"

The machine gun used by the J-30A is not a pre-war multi-barrel machine gun or revolving gun. This type of machine gun will increase a lot of resistance and weight, and because of the internal space limitations of the fighter, the ammunition is mostly around 500 rounds. With the high firing rate of the fighter machine gun, it will be used up in seven or eight seconds.

The most important thing is that the small-caliber machine gun is really limited when facing mutant creatures with thick skin and flesh.

Not to mention dealing with the zombies.

When the famine world came, Shelter No. 5 conducted research and equipped the fighter with a special gun barrel.

It is an energy machine gun made of electrochemical gold.

Moreover, the energy cannon on it is much larger than the energy sniper rifles used by ordinary shooting specialists. It is more than three meters long and is made of about half a kilogram of electrochemical gold wire.

The core of this energy cannon is a KBBT crystal and an XFFT crystal.

KBBT crystals convert the powerful current released by the capacitors in the fighter into psychic waves, while XFFT crystals convert psychic waves into powerful energy, which are finally accelerated by a three-meter-long electrochemical gold coil.

The maximum power even exceeds the sniper skills of the shooting expert.

However, the demand for electricity for this gun is too high. The peak power exceeds 900,000 watts, and even two high-thrust WS-15A cannot easily bear it.

After turning it on, the radar and psychic illumination lights all need to be turned off. The pilot almost loses the perception of the outside world except for visual vision.

Few pilots like this psychic machine gun. Compared with fighting with mutant creatures under huge overload, they prefer to sit comfortably in the seat and attack with medium-range air-to-air missiles.

The driver did not hesitate at all, and there was no way out.

Directly on the joystick, the power of the psychic machine gun was adjusted to the maximum.

The helmet display began to show the charging status of the capacitor. Because a considerable part of the power was adjusted to generate electricity, even the acceleration of the fighter slowed down.

Finally, the driver locked Dr. Batu's position.

At this time, Dr. Batu took advantage of the opportunity of the fighter plane turning and losing energy to shorten the distance to more than 600 meters behind him, still slowly approaching.

Dr. Batu looked at the fighter plane turning forward, and part of the black lines in his palm condensed into a cocoon to wrap himself.

Part of it condensed into a knife.

The next moment.

A golden light shot out from the gun muzzle at the root of the right wing of the fighter plane, forming a bright golden line in the sky.

"Boom!"

The light bombarded Dr. Batu's body, and the extremely condensed powerful energy burst out instantly, reacting violently with the black pupa of the living dead, bursting out black and golden flames.

This time, Dr. Batu was directly bombarded on the surface by the energy cannon and fell heavily.

But the black line knives that Dr. Batu threw out at the end drew a gorgeous fan in the air one after another, as if to cut the sky into several pieces.

Among them, the fighter plane that originally wanted to speed up to escape could not dodge at all, and was directly cut into pieces by the line knife!

Boom...

The fighter plane exploded directly, turning into fireworks, and various fragments scattered like rain, splashing everywhere.

Boom~~

After Dr. Batu fell to the ground from an altitude of almost 10,000 meters, a large amount of soil fragments on the ground were shaken up into the sky and splashed all over the surroundings.

A large pit with a diameter of more than ten meters was like a wound.

At this time, Dr. Batu tried to control the zombie to stand up again.

But the code began to become chaotic.

After checking, Dr. Batu found that the legs of this zombie were broken and could not support the body.

"A bad situation has happened..."

Dr. Batu kept looking around and was alert.

This zombie is not a big deal, it can be used after repairing it.

But the chip in the brain cannot be lost!