Two F-22s took off from the US military base in Kandahar and came to the battlefield with a sonic boom. The generals at the base want to see how much a big human can do in this age when technology dominates the world.

The huge sonic boom attracted the attention of the Mandarin, and Daisy breathed a sigh of relief, and directed the three cars to run into the distance with full force.

As for whether the pilots in the plane will sacrifice in the end, Daisy really can't control. At best, she can pray to God for them, and ask for the rest.

The two pilots were stunned to perform this task. Even if they were slanderous, they must obey the order.

One leader and one wingman came to the target location according to the mission requirements.

"What's the enemy here?" The pilot of the lead plane looked at the ground with his neck curled. The dust was flying and the yellow sand was full, so naturally he didn't see anything.

"Daniel! Above you!" The shout of the wingman made him suddenly startled. He rushed forward for a distance and then raised his height. This look shocked him. From his perspective, there were generals behind. Also saw this amazing scene.

An old man in a green robe stood proudly in mid-air without resorting to any tools. When the opponent saw the two fighters, his eyes were full of exploration.

The ring on the man's left thumb gave off a burst of white light. The F-22 with an empty weight of 20 tons and a take-off weight of 40 tons was like a big toy and was forced to him.

If Daisy would be able to see it at the scene, it was gravity. But the pilot named Daniel didn't have her ability. He only knew that he hadn't done any operation, and the plane would fly towards the other side out of control.

"Request to fire, request to fire!" He was still strictly following the requirements in the tactical manual.

It's a pity that the order from the rear chilled him, and the big guys told him not to fire at first, because this person who can fly is of great research value, and he was afraid that the gun would destroy the target sample.

The pilot wanted to obey the order very much, but the man's fingers flashed with a faint light, and his five fingers were like cutting tofu, which directly scratched a hole in the nose. Not to mention the general, even if God descended to the world, he couldn't stop him. Driven by fear, the pilot pressed the trigger at the Mandarin.

A lot of bullet rain tilted onto the head of the Manchuria, while the pilot operated the control stick, trying to get out of gravity control.

It is a pity that the control of the fighter plane is completely out of order. Whether it is moving forward or upward, the fighter plane simply doesn't move.

"What kind of monster is this!" Before the bullet rain was over, he found that Manchu was unscathed. A translucent ice crystal shield blocked all the bullets. Even if he fired another Sidewinder missile, he still did not break the shield.

Alien? Super soldier? The pilot didn’t have time to think about it, because the Mandarin was annoyed by this rain of bullets, especially the last Sidewinder missile, which was fast and powerful. He not only used his own "qi" shield, but also added the shield. A rock shield and an ice wall barely blocked it.

The man of Manchu has a fierce flame, and he doesn't bother to study what this flying iron shell is. His left index finger is red, and a swimming dragon composed entirely of flames is winding around his palm. This swimming dragon grows in the wind. The size is getting bigger and bigger, and finally a heat wave is caused, and the fighters are entangled in a whirr.

The high temperature enveloped the fighter plane, and the pilot was vaporized as soon as he opened the cabin for ejection, and the fighter plane was broken into fragments with an explosion.

The wingman was taken aback. The order given to him by the rear base had always been standby. Now seeing the tragic death of his teammates, he no longer hesitated to order. Pressing the trigger is two rattlesnakes.

This time, the Mandarin did not hard-wire. His left **** flashed with a blue electric light, and two dazzling electric lights appeared out of thin air, not only smashing two missiles, but also hitting the wingman directly along the path.

The distance between the two sides was a bit far, and the wingman was also prepared, and it was very difficult to raise the height to avoid the lightning.

However, his good fortune ended here. A cloud of pitch-black black air enveloped the fighter plane. A silver thread shot out from the ring finger of the man's right hand. This was to break down the light. The wingman who was still trapped in the black mist had nothing. Resistance is broken down into atoms.

The proud Raptor fighter was easily wiped out, which left the two generals in the base at a loss. After all, they were ordinary people, and they were no different from an ordinary soldier in the face of extraordinary power.

Advanced weapons failed, and their arrogance naturally faded, replaced by helplessness, confusion, and fear. Several generals hurriedly contacted Daisy and his party who had just escaped from this "powerful mutant".

Although a little sorry, but relying on the two F-22s to delay time, Daisy and the others fled back to the US military base in Kandahar with fear.

Daisy estimated that the opponent would catch up with them for the fourth time, but this time the estimation was wrong. Even though they rushed into the base, the Mandarin did not appear.

The base sounded the siren, and many soldiers began to assemble in accordance with the organization.

Daisy did not relax her vigilance when she entered the base. She felt that the other party would chase after her. Now she is like the protagonist who is pulling the wild boss-level BOOS back to Novice Village...

In the cyclical tone of "This is not an exercise ~ lightnovelpub.net~ each combat unit enters the preset battlefield", the messenger found her and said that the base general had requested it.

It caused such a big trouble to the other party, and she had to explain it without reason, and Daisy followed it calmly.

The U.S. military base in Kandahar was built underground. In order to prevent that one percent of possible nuclear strikes, the underground base was built to be extremely strong and stored a large amount of ammunition and materials. Along the way, Daisy, who is good at creating earthquakes, felt that she was not This base will not collapse even with great effort.

The U.S. military here is much stronger than the old soldiers led by Colonel Roddy, and the "elements" that were instigated by the later bases. All of them have sturdy temperament, and they are vaguely murderous.

Entering the combat command room, Daisy learned that the two F-22s had crashed. One of the pilots was killed on the spot, and the other pilot was interrogated by the Mandarin according to the staff’s analysis of satellite images, but Daisy estimated that it was Read the memory.

It feels uncomfortable for a large amount of memory to enter her mind. The last time she saw Viper a little memory, she was dizzy. She didn't have the abilities developed by the brain. Relying on the ordinary human brain to receive information was a slow and difficult process.

Professor Charles has studied psychic powers for fifty years. It still takes time to read brain information, and it is selective.

However, this crazy Mandarin did not care, starting from the memory of the pilot wetting the bed, and later learning to make friends, fighting and making trouble. Look at the deep memory and the shallow memory in a mess, which is why he hasn't caught up with Daisy for a long time.

In the command room, there are seven or eight staff officers with the rank of colonel. The leaders are two old men, a major general and a lieutenant general.

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