As the night gets darker, many Tiko urban residents who are staggering to go out and preparing for nightlife witnessed a wonderful scene of a Viking fighter jet fighting a bread motorcycle on this seemingly ordinary night.

After receiving the order from the Operation Command Center, the Viking Fighter Squad, code-named Falcon, except for a fighter jet to the Paramount Hotel to pick up Ying Haoyi, the remaining two fighters were piloted by the squad leader and another pilot, and caught up with the two black bread locomotives that had already escaped in just a few seconds.

In order to avoid the dense traffic, the two escaping bread locomotives did not fly according to the prescribed locomotive lanes in the city, but instead rushed over the non-flying floor in the city and fled straight to the outskirts of the city.

It is necessary to explain the so-called non-flying layer. In that era, due to the rapid development of suspended locomotive technology, its performance had almost caught up with the suspended locomotives of small aircraft, and its flight altitude could even reach hundreds of meters. Because of this, for the sake of easy management, in general, every large city will set a non-flying layer at a certain height.

The significance is that every locomotive running in the city must fly under the prohibited flight layer and must comply with specific locomotive flight paths. Otherwise, locomotives that violate regulations may be arrested or even shot down by the police.

At this moment, on the two illegal bread locomotives, Andrew and his agents were riding on the two illegal bread locomotives. Although they were infiltrated with the dense traffic in the city and might have the chance to escape the pursuit of Viking fighter jets, Andrew knew that the other party would definitely record all the target characteristics and other data of his two locomotives. Unless they escaped halfway and suddenly abandoned the car and could not escape, it would be almost impossible to get rid of the Viking fighter jets that had been hovering in the sky.

In addition, Andrew speculated that the other party would definitely increase other forces such as Banshee fighter jets to surround and intercept his side. Therefore, instead of playing hide-and-seek games with the other party in the city, Andrew would rather choose to rush out as quickly as possible before the opponent's new encirclement was formed.

"Sir, those two iron flies are so annoying. Can we beat them down?" In the bread locomotive flying in front, the agents in the driver's seat glanced at the signal of the Viking fighter on the radar, frowned and complained to Andrew beside him with some boredom.

At first, when they were just targeted by Viking fighters, Andrew and his men were really scared and sweated. However, they then calmed down because they also realized that the orders received by these two Viking fighters must be to track and deter them from escape from their sight. Moreover, it is very likely that the orders given to the Viking fighters by the other party's superiors must capture Andrew and his men alive. Otherwise, with the powerful firepower of the Viking fighters, Andrew and his men would have been bombarded into piles of black scum.

"Xiao Ka, have we brought a few sets of multi-functional small missiles?" His subordinate immediately reminded Andrew, the experienced agent leader, naturally very tired of the two Viking fighter jets that were sticking to him like flies. After a moment of pondering, Andrew asked the communication headset, the small card sitting on the motorcycle behind him.

"Yes, sir, there are three sets, but all in your motorcycle."

"Okay, everyone will listen to me, Xiao Zhao, Xiao Meng, when you two motorcycle drivers heard me shouting the brake order, they immediately took the sudden brake action. Xiao Ma, Xiao Li, Xiao Zhou, you three acted as snipers, immediately find the three multi-functional small missiles, adjust the missile mode to the surface-to-air mode, and preset the target signal as the fighter. After you are ready, once the motorcycle brakes suddenly, you three immediately lean out from the motorcycle and use the small missile to lock and attack the two Viking fighters. Do you understand?"

Hearing his subordinates report that he had three sets of advanced multi-functional small missiles in his hand, Andrew was relieved and had almost no hesitation. A very bold counterattack plan took shape in Andrew's mind.

"I understand, sir."

"Are you ready?" Andrew leaned back slightly, looked at the two Viking fighter jets that had been sticking to him diagonally above him. A cold light flashed in his eyes and asked his subordinates in a deep voice.

"Prepare, sir."

"3,2,1, do it." Andrew hurriedly shrank back, fixed the seat belt on his seat again, and said decisively to the headset.

With Andrew's command sounded, the black bread locomotives, which were already speeding forward at full speed, suddenly stopped their engines, and two backward flames suddenly spurted out from the front of the car body. With a low and harsh hissing sound, the speed was reduced directly in a very short time.

"Huh..." As Andrew expected, the two Viking fighter jets that were originally biting tightly, due to inertia, the pilot had no time to react. They suddenly flew over the sky above the bread locomotive and rushed straight towards them.

"Bang bang." At that time, it was almost the moment when the fighter plane was sweeping by, the roof of the bread motorcycle in front suddenly opened, two black figures flashed, and two short and concise micro missiles, carrying a thin white smoke, roared towards the fighter plane that had already gone away.

"Boom boom." Because the speed of the Viking fighter was not very fast before in order to track bread locomotives, the two suddenly appeared naturally easily caught up with the two fighter jets. However, probably because the power of the micro missiles was not too great, after two loud noises, two rendered fireballs exploded at the tail of the two Viking fighter jets, but did not explode and disintegrate directly.

"Falcon Three, Falcon Three, we were hit, we were hit, the fighter plane was about to crash, the fighter plane was about to crash." In the cockpit where the red alarm lights were flashing, the Viking Fighter Team leader reported to Haoyi in sweat: "It's a big deal, the other party actually has surface-to-air missiles in his hand."

"Falcon 1, No. 2, I order you to parachute immediately and jump immediately." Haoyi, who was driving the third Viking fighter jet, naturally saw the two brilliant fireballs rising from the night sky in the distance. His heart sank and he hurriedly ordered loudly.

You should know that these pilots who can fly Viking fighter jets are all elites from thousands of places. For the new army, which has very weak air power, it is even more precious wealth. As the actual commander of the new army, Hao Yi, who is currently the actual commander of the new army, naturally cherishes these two pilots who can almost be said to be piled up with money.

"Sir, there is the city below the fighter. There are too many people and traffic flows. It is too dangerous to jump now." The Viking fighter that lost his motivation made the pilot almost unable to control it. He endured the hot airflow in the cockpit that was about to be ignited by the raging fire. The pilot captain calmly issued the last order to the sub-plane shaking behind him: "Falcon 2, follow me closely, switch the fighter control system to the emergency mechanical operation mode, manually control the fighter, and let the fighter enter a taxi state, target, unmanned areas in the suburbs."

"Hunting Falcon 1, Hunting Falcon 1..." Hearing the almost suicide-like order from the fighter captain, Haoyi couldn't help but sank and shouted in a hurry. However, for some reason, the fighter radio communication channel was only left with noises, and he could no longer hear the responses of the two injured fighter pilots.

"Damn it." He looked down at the onboard radar. Haoyi saw the red dots representing the two Viking fighters, flew into the uninhabited area of ​​the city of Tiko, until they disappeared in the end. Haoyi knew that the two elite pilots were definitely in danger, and he couldn't help but burst into anger. He pushed the joystick and raised the speed of the fighter to the limit. For a moment, the entire fighter actually trembled faintly in the anger of the engine, making people feel that the fighter seemed to be disintegrating soon.

"Sir, another Viking came after me. I'm X. It's too fast. What should I do?" Andrew, who had just shot down two Viking fighters, was proudly taking out a cigar to light it. At this time, a sudden scream from his subordinates came from the headset, which scared Andrew almost burned his fingers.

"What a panic? Just kill him again, won't it be enough." Andrew shouted and cursed.

"No, sir, he is too fast to lock him. Ah, rushed over, rushed over..."

Before his subordinates finished speaking, a strong airflow suddenly shaking the re-accelerating bread locomotive. Before he could come back to his senses, Andrew saw a Viking fighter jet rushing into the airspace hundreds of meters ahead of him, and two bright blue fireballs were jumping from the engine nozzle at the tail of the fighter jet.

"Quick, lower the height immediately and mix into the traffic below." Suddenly, Andrew's heart flashed with a bad premonition, suddenly shuddered, and hurriedly shouted at his two subordinates driving the motorcycle.

"Swish swish swish swish..." However, everything seemed to be too late. After the Falcon 3 Viking fighter jet driven by Haoyi swept over Andrew and others' motorcycles at high speed, it made a sharp turn in the distance. It turned around and rushed over again. Several bright laser cannon beams suddenly rushed towards the second bread motorcycle.

"Boom." Without any suspense, the bread locomotive was directly hit by the cannon bundles fired from those large-caliber laser speed-fire cannons, and the explosion broke out in the air. A strange and gorgeous fireball flashed again in the night sky. The locomotive and Andrew's men suddenly turned into charred wreckage and fell down in scattered and swept.

"Bang." The next moment, the Falcon 3 Viking fighter suddenly deformed rapidly in the air. Two huge steel feet suddenly stepped on the roof of the bread motorcycle Andrew was riding. A loud bang came. The motorcycle was kicked down by a huge impact force and rolled downwards. The people in the car were even more dizzy and screamed. The agent carrying a micro missile exposed his head was even pulled out of the motorcycle by a large steel hand and threw it straight down.

"I X, which pervert is this? Are you crazy? It's so fucking dead." Andrew, who was sitting in the passenger seat, was scared by the movement, and his old face turned pale. Although he could not see the specific movement of the Viking fighter, Andrew could guess what the Viking fighter wanted to do, and he couldn't help but curse...
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