Ultimate Pawn

Arabia, ten thousand meters above the sea.

The F-20 fighter jet flew quickly and whizzed.

Chen Zongong sat in the cabin and took off his mask.

The supersonic speed will bring horrible load oppression.

Therefore, the pilot must wear a mask to protect safety.

But Chen Zongheng, as if he didn't care, sat in the cabin, took off the oxygen mask, his eyes were calm and indifferent, he lit a cigarette and started smoking.

Sitting in the fighter plane, smoking a cigarette!

If these images are seen by... those Air Force commanders, I'm afraid... will vomit blood!

Smoking in a fighter jet? !

What the fuck! !

Are you looking for death? !

The fighter is full of ammunition, and behind the driver is a huge fuel tank!

If it were, the fighter was suddenly ignited...The consequences are simply unimaginable!

However, Chen Zongheng was like a okay person, sitting in the fighter plane, driving the fighter plane with one hand, with the other hand free, smoking cigarettes, slowly puffing out smoke rings.

Those who are brushing up on Douyin, some rich second-generation sons drove Ferrari with one hand, and a large group of Internet celebrity girls all admired and worshiped.

But what is Ferrari worth?

At this moment, Chen Zong was sitting in the J-20, driving the fighter with one hand!

Who can compare?

However, at the same time.

Behind the J-20 fighter jet, suddenly... a large transport tanker suddenly came from the cloud.

"F-20! F-20, apply for a speed reduction, maintain the speed, 1000 kilometers!" In the radio headset, the sound of the opponent's tanker was heard.

"Received." Chen Zong held a cigarette and slowly lowered the throttle lever. Reduce the speed.

The flight of the J-20 fighter slowly descended.

The F-20 and that aerial tanker are slowly converging at an altitude of 10,000 meters.

The two fighters enter the flight state side by side.

"High-speed anastomosis, speed matching. Please, open the mailbox cover with full authority." On the radio, the tanker staff said solemnly to the pilot of the J-20 fighter jet.

At the same time, the staff subconsciously turned their heads and looked at the J-20 fighter next door.

It doesn't matter if you look at it, just take a look...in the entire tanker cabin, all the flight crews were taken aback!

I saw that in the J-20 fighter... the pilot was taking off his helmet. At this time... was sitting in the cabin, smoking a cigarette indifferently? ?

This? ! !

In the refueling machine, several staff members had already made a mistake. They rubbed their eyes vigorously, and then looked out of the cabin again...

This? ! !

What the fuck...! !

That fighter pilot, he just smokes! !

Naked, take off your helmet, sit in the cabin and smoke! !

It's **** it! !

Inside the tanker, all the staff were so **** pale with fright! !

Brother!

This is **** on a fighter plane!

Moreover, it's here to cheer now! !

Are you fucking... still smoking? ! !

Still sitting in a fighter jet? ! !

It's **** it, right? !

Never before! !

"F-20 fighter! F-20 fighter!! I beg you, immediately squeeze out cigarettes and wear a helmet! Follow the safety rules and procedures!!" In the tanker, the staff looked dignified and nervous, and commanded solemnly to the radio headset.

"It's just a cigarette. It doesn't matter to you, the fuel tank cap has been opened. Let's start to refuel and dock." Chen Zongheng sat in the cabin, continuing to puff out the smoke ring, and said lightly.

Inside the tanker, all the staff: "..."

What the fuck! !

You crossed your eyes and smoked so unscrupulously. Wouldn't it interfere with us? ? ?

This is the fuck!

And it's cheering in the air! !

Have you ever seen a driver who dared to smoke at the gas station when he was refueling at the gas station? !

In case the gasoline ignites, the entire plane will explode! !

"F-20 pilot! Which air force department do you belong to?! Report your number!" The staff in the tanker asked with solemn expressions!

A fighter pilot, dare to sit in the cabin and smoke so unscrupulously? !

This fucking, there is no professional ethics!

It's a disregard for safety!

They want to report, they want to complain!

Complain against this pilot!

However, in that F-20 fighter, the pilot slowly exhaled a smoke ring, his eyes were calm, and he slowly returned the words, "The third sector."

Boom~!

In the tanker, after hearing this name, the expressions of all the staff in the group changed!

No.

The third sector? ! !

This.

The complexion of the staff changed suddenly, unbelievable? !

This……

The other party, actually... from the third sector? !

The third sector, they can't afford it.

"Do you still want to add fuel? If you don't add it, I will find another gas station." Among the F-20 fighters, Chen Zongheng asked with an impatient tone.

In the tanker, a kind of staff: "..."

At this time, after hearing the name of the third department, the expressions of all the staff instantly became respectful.

Everyone dared not resist at all.

Opposite, but the third sector!

This group of tanker personnel are all internal personnel of the military camp.

Although, the third sector is never open to the public.

However, inside Wuying, there is still some gossip.

The third sector, the most mysterious sector in the summer.

Those terrifying agents who come and go without a trace are... from this terrible mysterious department!

In the past few years, how many wars overseas have seen the presence of third-sector agents?

Protect the people in the summer.

Protect hot summer assets!

They are the most mysterious backbone of the hot summer!

"Wait a minute and arrange for refueling in the air immediately!" In the wireless current, the tanker staff looked solemn and reported respectfully!

Soon, in the tanker, an oil pipeline slowly appeared in the air.

High in the sky, two planes flew side by side.

Start to complete this, super difficult, aerial refueling mission!

The Arabian Sea is located at various junctions, and wars continue.

In such a place, refueling at high altitude requires great care.

If you are not careful, you may...be detected by the radar of the terrorist organization below, waiting for the war chaos.

That way, it is extremely dangerous.

At an altitude of 10,000 meters, the fuel hose of the tanker is slowly and deep.

Then, the fighter's refueling hatch was docked steadily.

"The docking is successful, request the oil delivery mission." The staff solemnly reported on the radio.

"Allowed." In the J-20 fighter, Chen Zongguang's eyes were calm and indifferent, smoking a cigarette, and he replied.

Soon, the aerial refueling docking, open!

Turn on fuel delivery mode.

In the fuel pipeline, the liquid gasoline is instantly input into the fuel tank of the F-20 fighter jet through the docking method of the fuel pipe!

The F-20 fighter jet consumes a lot of fuel.

Therefore, it is impossible to fly directly to the Persian Gulf.

Emergency air refueling needs to be carried out midway.

After having enough fuel, they can fly to the mission destination, the Persian Gulf Strait.

Refueling in the air is ongoing.

Time, one minute and one second passed.

Chen Zongheng sat in the cabin like this, smoking a cigarette, waiting for the end of the refueling.

However, at this moment!

suddenly!

In the F-20 fighter radar, faintly... a burst of strange and inexplicable radio waves?

Although, there is no display on the radar.

but.

Chen Zongheng could clearly feel that something... is approaching quickly...! !

His pupils condensed slightly.

Sitting in the cabin, he was just puffing out the smoke ring, his eyes were calm, and he glanced around the cabin lightly.

Ten thousand meters high in the sky, surrounded by clouds, it was quiet.

Nothing happened.

Everything seems very quiet.

However, Chen Zong's pupils constricted slightly.

His ears can catch over-frequency infrasound waves other than radar signals.

At this moment, he can clearly perceive that there is something in the direction of the nearby area...something is approaching quickly.

Time, one minute and one second passed.

The J-20 fighter jet is still transporting oil at high altitude.

However, at this moment.

suddenly!

Over the F-20 fighter plane, a huge black shadow slowly passed by...! !

Chen Zong's pupils condensed and slowly raised his head.

Through the transparent cabin glass, he...clearly saw the huge black shadow over the J-20 fighter!

Like a giant bat, flying across the sky.

All the clouds are covered in all directions!

That is…!

B-2, ghost bomber!

In an instant, the expressions of all the staff in the tanker changed all at once...! !

This? ! !

They are in the process of refueling...A B-2 Ghost bomber suddenly broke into the sky over their field? !

What the fuck...! !

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