Sky-cracking Rider

"Beep! Beep!"

The alarm system emitted increasingly rapid beeps, warning that missiles were rapidly approaching.

The "Flying Dragon" Single Soldier Tactical Armor, produced by Henghai Tactical Weapons Group, displayed the type, direction, altitude, and speed of the four incoming missiles on the visual visor of the tactical helmet, while also providing the optimal missile evasion flight trajectory.

This F-22 was not an exact replica; it used modern computer systems and data coding standards that just happened to fall within the compatibility range of the Flying Dragon's Individual Tactical Intelligence Unit, physically connected to the body through a fiber optic data line from the back of the neck.

Like the MiG-28, the "Raptor" had also undergone some modern modifications, no longer entirely like its model from over thirty years ago.

Beyond the visual visor of the tactical helmet, Chen Fei's field of vision also included four fine blue lines shooting directly from the front, which were the predictive trajectories boosted by the Dog System. The four missiles were rapidly approaching along these blue lines with even greater accuracy than the calculations and analysis of the Flying Dragon's Tactical Armor.

Others might not have any external aids, but Chen Fei found himself wishing to turn off one or two of his many aids.

The F-22 "Raptor" jet fighter neither dodged nor flinched, facing the four missiles head-on as the distance between them closed at an extremely fast rate.

Seeing the F-22 recklessly charging into the missile no-escape zone, the leader of the MiG Squadron, "Wufeng," secretly rejoiced.

That guy is as good as dead!

"Only four missiles?"

Chen Fei's voice, devoid of any emotional fluctuation, rang out on the public communication channel.

He even waited a bit longer, but the opponent was overconfident, not even resorting to a Second Stage Strike tactic, thinking that they could down him with just these mere four missiles.

Right hand on the control stick, left hand on the throttle, he settled into the most comfortable position he could manage, leaving the extra tasks to the flight control system, and yeah, to God as well!

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!

The four missiles exploded into four fireballs in succession.

However, the F-22 "Raptor" jet fighter maneuvered incredibility flexible between the fireballs, forcefully carving out a sliver of life, narrowly avoiding the explosions as danger swirled around it.

A few shrapnel pieces hit the F-22, leaving pitted marks on the skin's surface, but it visibly recovered rapidly to smooth and pristine, as if nothing had ever happened.

"He's still there, he's still there!"

The MiG Squadron's wingman pilot, "Tingyu," stared at the radar screen, his eyes suddenly wide, as the strange aircraft seemed completely unharmed.

"Prepare missile 1, let's try this again!"

The lead pilot, "Wufeng," quickly did a new weapon tactical programming.

At this moment, he finally understood that the opponent's lack of dodging was not out of foolish bravery, but rather a mastery and boldness in skill; he and his wingman couldn't even hope to achieve this level—the opponent was an unprecedented formidable enemy.

However, the MiG Squadron had not used the "Second Stage Strike" tactic immediately, thus missing the chance for a second volley.

While the two pilots were still flustered, the F-22 "Raptor" jet fighter boosted its engines, the vector nozzle tail bursting with long flames.

The aircraft rolled to its side, first sharply dropping, then climbing again, giving the body an angular velocity, almost like drifting in the air with a small radius Falling Leaves Drifting maneuver, eventually breaking out and forcefully taking a spot right in the middle of the MiG Squadron.

"WTF?"

The lead pilot, "Wufeng," even forgot to continue operating, his mouth open wide, staring dumbfounded at the incredible maneuver, the series of movements dizzying him and his wingman to the point of being unable to react at all.

The twin-engine system along with the vector tail made the F-22 exceptionally agile, living up to the name "Raptor."

"What kind of fighter jet is this?"

The wingman pilot "Tingyu" yelled frantically.

Not everyone could recognize this model of fighter jet that had been retired thirty years ago.

Although it was an old machine, the F-22's maneuverability completely outperformed the MiG-28.

Under Chen Fei's control, the F-22 began a continuous barrel roll, slowly rotating around its longitudinal axis. From the deliberately left gaps and slots on the surface of the Flying Dragon Tactical Armor, thin silver lines emerged, quickly filling the entire cockpit.

In the initial rolls, the person in the cockpit could still be seen, but after a few more turns, the entire cockpit seemed filled with mercury, separated only by the cockpit cover with a silvery sheen that matched the skin of the aircraft.

Chen Fei merely subconsciously extended his senses over the entire fighter jet, but the subsequent transformation was entirely beyond his control.

The mirror-like skin of the aircraft seemed to become his own skin; in the moment of man-machine integration, vision, hearing, touch, smell, and taste merged all at once as he felt the wind outside the cockpit, even the changes in airflow—he became the F-22, or rather, the F-22 became him.

The MiG Squadron's wingman pilot "Tingyu" witnessed this scene, tremblingly said, "Monster, monster! This fighter jet is not right!"

He had never seen such a phenomenon inside a flight cockpit, truly unheard of.

"I'll go left, you go right, let's break away separately!"

The lead pilot, "Wufeng," made a split-second decision, as their current three-aircraft formation was too awkward. The opponent wasn't even within the MiG-28's attack angle; cannons and missiles were completely useless.

The MiG Squadron's flight formation immediately dispersed, with two MiG-28s flying off in different directions, like fleeing from trouble, striving to put as much distance between themselves and the F-22 as possible. Read exclusive chapters at empire

Chen Fei's "vision" fell upon the two MiG-28s. The F-22 chose to follow the one on the right, shadowing it closely.

"'Tingyu,' be careful, he's chasing you, quick, dodge, it's going to hit!"

From the cockpit of the MiG-28 flying left, the lead pilot "Wufeng" saw the F-22 pouncing toward his wingman and instantly caught up; his face paled, his words barely out before the strange aircraft collided head-on with his wingman's.

The MiG-28 disintegrated mid-air, breaking into pieces, and with a flash of fire, more than just a part of the wreckage exploded, a swath of Meteor Shower trailed with dense smoke plummeting toward the ground.

"No..."

The lead pilot "Wufeng" let out a scream that was filled with exhaustion.

However, the F-22 that had just collided disastrously with the MiG-28 acted as if nothing had happened, lifting its nose unscathed and beginning to climb.

The F-22, which had just suffered a terrible collision, had its surface almost completely covered with injuries and cracks everywhere, even exposing its internal structures, but the jet seemed to have a life of its own, rapidly repairing itself. In a few breaths, it had returned to its original state, leaving no trace of damage.

The instigator continued flying as if nothing had occurred, while MiG Squadron's lead pilot "Wufeng" looked on, drawing in a breath of cold air in disbelief.

How is this possible?

The F-22 easily turned around and charged towards the MiG Squadron's lead aircraft.

None of you will escape!

Chen Xiao'er said what he did, he meant to fight to the death rather than adhere to the principle of not pursuing a defeated enemy.

The two MiG aircraft from the Aircrew Base no. 909 recklessly entered the patrol airspace of Aircrew Base no. 911 and approached the location of Aircrew Base no. 911 with unclear intentions or initiated the first shot by firing missiles at Chen Fei's F-22, indicating that the conflict between the two parties was irreconcilable.

"Aircrew Base no. 911, please wait a moment!"

At this moment, the previously silent Aircrew Base no. 909 finally made a sound.

"You guys just wait, let me take down this MiG!"

Chen Fei's voice resonated in the communication channel, seemingly not understanding the implied meaning of the other party.

A pale green beam of light silently streaked across the sky, plunging into the cockpit of the MiG-28. The pilot, who was still struggling to control the fighter, instantly burned into a torch, and the entire cockpit burst into dazzling light.

The next second, the lead aircraft of the MiG Squadron exploded into a fireball in mid-air.

"Calling the tower, both enemy aircraft have been shot down."

Chen Fei finally chose to respond to the duty manager of Aircrew Base no. 911, whom he had previously considered too noisy and had cut off communication, only to now reconnect.

"203, please return to base!"

The duty manager, Mahnam, wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.

The gunfire went off, and two MiG-28s were shot down, making a tense situation between Aircrew Base no. 911 and no. 909 inevitable.

"No, no?"

Squadron Leader Chekhov, nearing the combat airspace, was a bit dumbfounded.

"I'll go turn around at Aircrew Base no. 909 first."

Chen Fei did not return to Aircrew Base no. 911 but decided to revisit the old base.

"I'll join you!"

Chekhov Big Bear volunteered eagerly, having missed out on two MiGs, curious to see if Aircrew Base no. 909 would act recklessly and then give him an exciting fight.

The duty manager of Aircrew Base no. 911, Mahnam, urgently called out, "Hey, you two don't mess around!"

Both of these guys were troublemakers, only controllable by Boss Hana when she was around. As soon as she left, these two were defiant and undisciplined.

Finally confirming the total annihilation of the MiG Squadron, and that even the pilots had not survived, Aircrew Base no. 909 roared furiously, "911, what have you done?"

The MiG Squadron had completely lost contact.

"Shut up!" ×3

Chen Fei+Chekhov+Mahnam.

"You killed our people!"

Aircrew Base no. 909 continued to make unreasonable accusations and complaints.

Mahnam: "You fired first!"

Chen Fei: "You didn't heed the warning!"

Chekhov: "You died first!"

909: "..."

The sudden loss of two MiG-28s and their pilots was unquestionably a significant loss.

What's worse, the current owner of Aircrew Base no. 909 was not the Merman Brothers Consortium but another military contractor. They thought they had snagged a deal, but due to a moment's misjudgment, they had caused such a huge deficit.

The aircrew bases scattered across the Xingdu Kush Mountain Area were not real military bases; their revenue depended entirely on contract money and mission bonuses from the Blue Star Global United Defense Committee.

The two MiG jet aircraft had not even managed a few patrol missions before being shot down, leading to substantial losses.

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