The airborne threat warning system had already scanned threatening weapons within a kilometer radius, and warning sounds echoed in the cockpit.
"Take off, my little wolf!"
Bai Lang violently pulled the control column back, and "Airwolf" steadily broke away from the ground. The power provided by the two small jet engines was far greater than that of the propeller engine.
Almost a few meters above the ground, the ailerons on the two rotors of the "Airwolf" began to flip at a large angle, and the aircraft body began to change its normal horizontal attitude. A black shadow barely missed the lower left side of the aircraft belly and flew past.
Not far away, a fireball exploded from the top of a building on the street, sending countless fragments flying.
"Damn it!"
"Ghost Bird" angrily smashed the RPG launcher in his hand on the car, sat down on the top of the overturned hull behind him, and collapsed on the roof of the car.
There was a piercing siren and the roar of a large-displacement jeep engine from behind.
Lockheed Martin's armed security guards were full of rage and brought a huge convoy that almost filled the entire driveway. Occasionally, passing vehicles were forced to both sides of the road.
"Damn it, 'Ghost Bird'! We can't escape!"
The driver of the truck obviously heard the distant sound of the jet engine and the vibration of the helicopter blades with obvious Doppler effect.
Two heavily armed "Apache" helicopters flew over the aquatic product transport vehicle.
There is no way to heaven and no door to earth.
"'White Wolf', you bastard!"
The "Oriole" was knocked upside down during takeoff and its wounds were pulled open, causing it to break into a cold sweat.
Quickly setting several coordinates and flight parameters, Airwolf turned on the autopilot mode and flew north at a speed of 350 kilometers per hour.
Although the signals of two "Apache" armed helicopters appeared on the radar screen, with the "Apache"'s maximum speed of 307 kilometers per hour, it was impossible to catch up with the fixed-wing "Airwolf" with a maximum speed of 470 kilometers per hour.
Not an easy task.
What's more, the "Apache" is an anti-tank armed helicopter, and its advantage lies in ground attack, not air-to-air combat.
In a one-on-one situation, the "Apache" is no match for the "Airwolf". The "Airwolf" can freely switch between rotary wing and fixed wing, which is enough to kill the "Apache".
"Look, our great hero. I have always heard that the mantis stalks the cicada, and the oriole follows behind. The 'oriole', who is famous for his high task completion rate in the system, and is known as an invincible IQ and unrivaled strategist, will end up like this.
Ending. Tsk tsk! The end of the hero. I thought you were Superman wearing underwear."
Bai Lang pulled off his seat belt and stood up from his seat, with a small first aid kit in his hand.
"You bastard, aren't you afraid of the plane falling?"
"Oriole" sucked in the cold air, tightly covered the wound, and pressed several nearby arteries to prevent more blood from flowing out.
"Fall, how is it possible? Although my 'Airwolf' can't operate unmanned, it can still drive automatically. Now it's heading to Death Valley. Come on, let me help you take a look. You are so annoying."
People love you, let your brother love you well."
Bai Lang, who was extremely venomous, unscrupulously made jokes about his comrades. He squatted down next to Huang Que, started to open the first aid box, and picked out the medicine and gauze inside.
Death Valley is located in the southeastern part of California, USA, bordering Nevada.
"You plane guy, I'm not Brokeback Mountain, my God, you're crazy, aren't you afraid that the fighter jets from Edwards Air Force Base will come to you and cause trouble? There are SR-71 Blackbirds there, and
There is an x-series experimental machine, hiss! It hurts! Be gentle..."
"Yellow Bird" gasped for air while Bai Lang sprayed his wounds with disinfectant and debridement spray as if nothing had happened. He groaned in anger at this guy's heartlessness.
"Be good! Uncle will buy you sweets and take you to see the goldfish."
Bai Lang smiled with a sly eyebrow, like a strange uncle seducing a little lolita. He quickly opened the injured part of "Yi Que" with his hands without stopping. The two deep gun holes were constantly leaking blood, and the injured part was a
There were large bruises, redness and swelling, obviously not serious.
Bai Lang's rude actions made "Yi Que" keep rolling his eyes, but he couldn't say anything, lest this lunatic make fun of him. The only thing that was slightly reassuring was that this guy's movements were quite skillful.
"You're so stupid. What's there at Edwards Air Force Base? Are they sending a space shuttle to hunt me down, or are the Blackbirds going to hunt me down?" Bai Lang scratched his head with a very thin and very sharp scalpel.
I opened a little bit of the muscle next to the bullet hole and drew a beautiful little cross. Then I inserted the sharp-nose tweezers into the wound while saying, "Be patient!"
"**!" The "Yellow Bird" was so painful that its whole body was cramping, and it almost broke its teeth. Then I thought about it, no matter how fast the "Black Bird" flew, it would not be able to mount weapons.
Suddenly Bai Lang hit his head hard and said with great annoyance: "Damn it, I forgot to give you anesthesia." As soon as the pointed-nosed tweezers were pulled out, a bullet fell out and landed on the engine deck.
Crisp sound.
"Oriole" fainted with anger at that time. Partnering with such a teammate was like a lifetime of bad luck.
"Haha! It's good that I fainted! You don't have to replenish the anesthetic!" Bai Lang laughed guiltily for the mistake he had made. He followed the same procedure for the other wounds, and at the same time he hurriedly applied some antiseptic on the wounds.
Fast penetrating powerful healing agent and wound patch.
An alarm suddenly sounded in the cabin.
Bai Lang, who had just finished bandaging, was startled. He quickly rushed to the driver's seat and looked at the radar. Several more light signals appeared on the screen.
There are still six AH-56 "Cheyenne" armed helicopters, approaching at an extremely fast speed.
Lockheed Martin's self-produced dual-mode helicopter and rotor helicopter is a very difficult role to play. It can freely switch between the helicopter shape and the rotorcraft shape.
The biggest feature of the "Cheyenne" is that it makes up for the lack of helicopter air combat capabilities and has excellent air control capabilities. A 30mm aerial cannon is installed in the rotating turret under the belly of the aircraft.
Grenade launcher or 6-barrel 7.62mm Gatling gun.
What troubles Bai Lang the most is that the "Cheyenne" can reach a maximum speed of 407 kilometers per hour, which is comparable to a propeller fighter. It is simply a monster among armed helicopters.
But judging from the speed shown on the radar screen, these six "Cheyennes" have a speed of at least 500 kilometers per hour. They are not second-generation modified aircraft using conventional in-plane power. Instead, they use cruise jets like the "Airwolf"
The first prototype of the engine.
Lockheed's "Skunk" factory was equipped with such equipment. It seemed reasonable, but I knew it would not be possible to obtain it so smoothly.
It is almost impossible to escape directly.
"If you want to fight, then fight!"
Bai Lang gritted his teeth. Regardless of whether the "Hua Qiao" who had wrapped the wound heard him or not, he shouted: "'Hua Qiao'. Hold on tight, let's start the battle!"
The fire control system lights on the instrument panel came on all at once.
"Do you want to die?"
Professor Yan, who had just finished dinner and was about to walk around the streets of Las Vegas, suddenly heard Lin Mo shouting behind him.
Professor Yan was shocked. Just a moment later, one of his close disciples grabbed a hotel waiter by the neck and lifted his feet up in the air. He said anxiously: "Lin Mo! What's going on, you still won't let go of him.
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The hotel lobby erupted with exclamations and more panicked screams. Some guests were frightened by Lin Mo's arrogant power. Is this a movie or a real scene?
"Let go? Hum!"
Lin Mo did not answer Professor Yan's words. Instead, he held something the size of a soybean in his left hand and shook it in front of the waiter's eyes, and said fiercely: "Don't you understand yet?" This was his trophy a few seconds ago.
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"Ah. Ah! I don't know, I don't know anything!"
The waiter was obviously frightened by the inhumane glare in Lin Mo's eyes. His neck tightened repeatedly, and the strong sense of suffocation made him kick weakly, but it was of no avail.
He seemed as weak as a chicken, unable to break free from the opponent's power.
The waiter had no doubt that the guy in front of him would break his neck without hesitation. Yes, this guy looked at him like he was looking at a dead person. This guy didn't care about human life at all.
I'm going to die, I'm going to die!
The waiter felt despair and gradually rolled his eyes.
"You! Put him down! Stop it!"
The security guard in the hotel widened his eyes and was obviously frightened, but still loyal to his duty, he yelled and rushed over, his hands reaching for his waist.
No, there are no guns there, just pepper spray cans.
"Ah! What is that?"
After seeing the small thing twisting in Lin Mo's other hand, Professor Yan felt that something was unusual. His precious apprentice would not show his fierceness so easily and use such terrible means to control him.
"This guy is a spy and plans to plant this thing on you."
Although Lin Mo didn't know what the little thing on his finger was for, eavesdropping, positioning, explosion, or electromagnetic guided weapon guidance, it was not a good thing.
"Let him go first, he is dying."
"Teacher, he is a spy, and spies have no human rights!"
"Put it down first and then talk. Listen to the teacher and implement it immediately."
"All right!"
Lin Mo threw it away casually, and the waiter's body flew out as easily as a cotton pillow, smashing into the seating area of the lobby, causing rattan tables and chairs to fly around.
"you......"
Professor Yan sighed and shook his head. This closed disciple obviously still had many things he didn't understand.
Lin Mo shrugged, he was never polite when dealing with enemies.
The hotel security guard who rushed over was so frightened that he stopped hurriedly. He looked at the waiter who collapsed on the ground and then at Lin Mo. He looked at him as if he was seeing a monster and subconsciously took a few steps back.