"Did you guess that someone would come to rescue us?"
"No, but it's okay, bet right"
In the night sky behind the subversive chasing members, a faint red dot appeared for no reason, and the faint red dot flickered out of thin air, magnified several times between lightning and flint.
Immediately afterwards, the crackling sound of breaking through the sound barrier came suddenly, and in the blink of an eye, a fighter plane appeared obliquely behind the building out of thin air.
"call!!!!!!!!"
The destructive power of the wind speed brought by the fighter plane is like a pair of sharp daggers, accurately entering from the back of the subversive chasing crowd, and then quickly bursting in the center of the crowd, wreaking havoc.
"Get down!"
Poor members of the front row closest to Zhang Zichen and Mei Jie, after seeing them lying down quickly, they didn't even have time to pull the trigger, they were directly blown four or five meters away by the blowing wind blade, and fell to the ground.
This god-like fighter quickly intervened in the battle situation, and after solving all the threats in an instant, it precisely parked the fuselage not far from Zhang Zichen and Meijie.
Meijie touched the watch on his wrist twice, then got up quickly, carried Lu Chuan on his back again, and pulled up Zhang Zichen, who was crushed by the strong wind and couldn't stand up at all.
The three rescue cables swung down along the fuselage. Meijie first helped Zhang Zichen lock the life-and-death buckle of the cables, then unloaded Lu Chuan from his back, locked them on the cables, and then quickly lifted himself Locked beside Lu Chuan.
"That's how we... fly?"
"Then how do you want to fly?"
Seeing Zhang Zichen's astonished expression, Mei Jie couldn't help but twitched the corner of his mouth, and then touched the watch on his wrist again.
"Well!!!!!!"
The sound of the air bursting again, this fighter plane didn't even stay for more than three minutes, and took Zhang Zichen and Lu Chuan away as soon as it came and went. People can't believe it at all.
"What... what's going on... (day)"
Kishimoto, who was carried up by the follow-up staff with two brackets, completely missed the core of the play. He was still in the passage on the twentieth floor when he heard the deafening sound of breaking wind, but even if Kishimoto wanted to break his head, he would never think of it. . . It turned out that the opponent came to support a fighter plane, and it was a fighter plane in service. . .
The roof that was ravaged by the wind blade was still dusty, even covering the bright moonlight with a layer of earthy smell. All the members of the subversive faction who rushed to the rooftop in the first wave just now were all slammed to the ground. The piercing high-decibel sound severely tore the eardrums of many people, and blood like a stream flowed down the ear canal.
This is a tyrannical hell like howling ghosts and howling wolves. Kishimoto, who was completely out of shape, was completely dumbfounded as soon as he got out of the passage. Could it be that those people really grew wings and flew away? !
"No... I don't know... Kishimoto-san (Japanese)"
The people who came up with Kishimoto's second wave looked at the tragic scene in front of them, and forgot even the rescue, all of them opened their mouths wide, and they were dumbfounded.
"People... Where are people? (Japanese)"
"It's all on the ground... (day)"
"Bastard!!! I'm asking! Where are those two bastards!!! (day)"
I don't know. . . (day)"
Countless blood surged up, even sitting on the support, Kishimoto couldn't help feeling dizzy, the feeling in his whole body now is more uncomfortable than being shot in the chest countless times.
"puff..."
With a sweet throat, a mouthful of blood that could no longer be suppressed finally spurted out from Kishimoto's mouth, and everything was over. . .
United States, HSD, District of Columbia, White House.
"Boom boom boom..."
The hasty knock on the door is the most annoying, especially for the current person in charge in the house.
"Jin (English)"
The person in charge behind the desk rubbed his face, and then gave instructions to the annoying hasty knock on the door, full of exhaustion.
"Sir, the Japanese side has presented us with a formal military-diplomatic interrogation (English)"
"Um?"
Holding a thick stack of reports outside the door was an American military officer in military uniform, but his words did not immediately save the principal from fatigue.
"Japan urgently submits a formal military-diplomatic inquiry to us (English)"
It wasn't until the second time this sentence was said that the head of state who was still rubbing his face with his hands slowly stopped, and then slowly put his hands down, revealing the eyes that almost narrowed into a straight line behind the hands.
"What's wrong with them? (English)"
"An in-service F22 fighter jet at Langley Air Force Base, numbered MJ068511, violated Japanese airspace 32 minutes ago. After reaching above the Tokyo area, it quickly withdrew three minutes and twenty-eight seconds later. According to the CIA report , it should be that all fighter plane information of the Langley Air Force Command was hijacked... (English)"
The frightening silence just lay across the desk of the head of the country.
China, B**Q, Strategic Command.
"Report to the Minister, the cave monster numbered in the Condor Squad has successfully completed the support task, and is withdrawing to the assembly point according to the established route"
"Avoid all entanglement, after the integration of personnel is completed, quickly withdraw via TJ Port according to the original plan"