"We are now over the mainland of Risan, and we will cross the border of Tokyo in five minutes." The captain said apologetically, "Because we are over enemy territory, the transport fighter can only maintain an altitude of more than 10,000 meters. You will need to parachute alone at this altitude later. The military has prepared protective clothing and oxygen cylinders for you, please put them on in advance."
"Just tell me when we reach our destination. Open the rear cabin first." Kyle responded coldly. Without taking his protective clothing, oxygen cylinder, or even his parachute pack, he stood up and walked to the rear cabin area.
Under the captain's operation, a steel deck in the rear cabin at the tail of the small transport fighter was lowered, revealing the external night scene and high-altitude scenery.
The transport plane crossed the ocean from New York to Risang. Half a day had passed, from noon to late at night.
Kyle stood tall on the edge of the deck, the cold wind blowing in and blowing up his blond bangs on his forehead.
"At this altitude, the temperature is already below zero and there is a lack of oxygen. If you parachute without protective gear, you will die, sir!" The captain, who had brought an oxygen supply device with him in advance, warned loudly. He turned around in the cockpit and was so surprised that he was speechless when he saw that Kyle didn't even have a parachute bag on his back.
"I never bring a parachute." Kyle shrugged coldly. The protection of the Venom suit made him feel no chill at all. As for lack of oxygen? He could now go more than ten minutes without breathing, and that was during high-intensity exercise.
As the captain was hesitating, the fighter plane suddenly shook due to the air flow.
When he turned around and looked directly at the fighter plane's reconnaissance equipment, he seemed to see something horrible. His face turned pale in an instant and he said to himself in horror: "How is this possible?!"
"What happened?" Kyle asked coldly.
The captain said in disbelief: "Seven fighter planes have been detected, approaching us at high speed!"
"We've just arrived in the sky above Risang and haven't even landed yet, but you're already rushing over to entertain the guests." Kyle chuckled indifferently.
He suspected that there were spies among the top American officials, so it was not surprising that a positioning device was installed on this transport fighter and the location was revealed to Risang.
"Captain, please return directly. Good luck to you." Kyle waved his hand backwards, leaped up to a height of more than ten thousand meters.
He was in the air, with cold wind and air currents blowing in his face. Looking left and right and up and down, everything within a hundred meters of visibility was pitch black.
Less than five seconds after he jumped out of the cabin, a thunderous explosion sounded above Kyle's head, accompanied by intensive bombardment of strong winds and heavy rain!
'Boom, buzz, buzz—'
Kyle turned around in the air and saw that the transport fighter he had just jumped out of was attacked. Most of the fuselage was in flames and it was collapsing and disintegrating, and falling down as it lost power.
In the dark clouds within the 100-meter area, illuminated by the fire on the fuselage of the crashed fighter plane, several Japanese single-man fighter planes could be vaguely seen shuttling past at high speed, circling around.
'call out-'
Kyle, who was falling naturally, was confirming the position of the nearest target fighter. A single-seat fighter plane, with its tail spiraling and jets flying, was about to pass by him at an altitude of about 20 meters.
"You are the one!"
Kyle's eyes flashed coldly, and a pair of black wings suddenly stretched out from the back of the Venom suit. His body suddenly stopped in the air, and then fell uncontrollably and glided towards the fighter plane at a high speed.
'tread!'
Kyle arrived above the head of the fighter plane, slightly controlled his wings, and actually squatted down and stood on the windshield of the single-person fighter cockpit.
"What?" The Japanese pilot was slightly stunned. He looked at the young man outside the fighter plane who suddenly smiled at him and took a breath of cold air in horror.
This is tens of thousands of feet high! Is it a human or a ghost
"Report, this is Zi Dian-02..." His teeth were chattering, and before he could finish his words, he saw the cold-blooded young man clenched his fists and extended three dark claws from each hand.
'laugh!'
Kyle's sharp claws easily pierced through the windshield, tearing a hole downwards, and the pilot inside the fighter plane was pulled out by him and thrown down from the high altitude outside!
Chapter 98: Dark and Windy Night
Ten thousand meters in the night sky, that is, above the cumulus clouds and below the ozone layer.
This place seemed to be in another vast dimensional space. It was pitch black all around, and strong winds were howling in the sky.
A transport fighter plane was severely damaged, its fuselage burning into a bright fireball, like a small sun falling down. Not far away, a single-person fighter plane lost control without anyone noticing, spun headfirst, and accelerated towards the clouds and ground below.
"Successfully destroyed the target transport fighter!"
"Circle downwards and search to confirm whether there are any enemies making emergency landings."
"Report, this is Zidian-02... ah!"
A sudden scream rang out loudly on the communication channel between the fighter squadrons, and the next moment, it was completely silent.
"Pilot No. 02? What happened on your side?" The captain of the elite fighter squadron frowned and asked into the intercom: "Please reply if you hear me! Pilot No. 02, please reply immediately if you receive it!"
"Rustle, rustle..."
Pilot 02, who was thrown out of the cabin, naturally had no way to respond. On the connected channel, one could vaguely hear the noisy sound of wind coming from the walkie-talkie over there.
"Captain, the signal of fighter No. 02 is no longer shown on the detection instrument. I guess..." one of the pilots spoke up, causing a shadow to hang over the hearts of the other five people who were flying single-pilot fighters, including the captain who was an ace pilot.
The captain paused, raised his voice and said, "Everyone, be alert! Check the surrounding airspace to see if there are any other enemy aircraft besides the destroyed transport aircraft!"
As soon as his words were rang out on the channel, a sudden explosion roared in the sky beside him. Another single-person fighter plane that was his companion was inexplicably damaged, and it made an emergency landing with thick smoke and flames dragging from its tail.
"Fighter plane No. 06?!" the captain exclaimed. The damaged fighter plane happened to be above him and fell straight down, almost hitting the fighter plane he was piloting.
Fortunately, he was also an ace pilot in the Japanese Air Force. He controlled the fighter plane to speed up and flip over, and successfully avoided the disaster.
"Captain! The rear wing of the fighter plane has been attacked by something. At this altitude, I'm afraid I'm going to die." The terrified voice of the pilot of No. 06 sounded on the communication channel, becoming weaker and weaker. "Wait, I think I saw something..."
He seemed to see something before he died, but before he could finish speaking, he was disconnected from the communication channel.
"Have you spotted any enemy aircraft? What's going on?" The captain growled angrily, venting his inner fear. After losing two aircraft in a row, he didn't even know who the enemy was and where they were.
After more than ten years as a pilot, this is the first time I have encountered such a strange thing at an altitude of 10,000 meters.
"No, no trace of enemy aircraft was found."
"It's weird here, too."
"What should we do, Captain?"
Listening to the responses from the remaining pilots, the captain said in a deep voice: "Gather together, let's get together a little and lower our altitude."
"yes!"
The five fighter jets reacted quickly and skillfully formed a square formation at high altitude. There was another one in the middle, lowering its altitude in parallel.
'Boom boom—'
After the fighter planes collectively descended several thousand meters, lightning flashed in the clouds below, and flashing purple arcs of light illuminated the night sky from time to time.
"Thundercloud, what bad luck. Something is wrong tonight. Since we have successfully destroyed the target transport fighter, why don't we go back to the base?" A member suggested nervously.
The other pilots remained silent. The captain was moved and was about to agree to this proposal.