Chapter 2677
Scimitar VS Tomcat
Chapter 2677 Scimitar VS Tomcat
When Yang Zhi returned to the factory site, Mosidov immediately came over to inquire about the situation.
Yang Zhi did not go into the details of the process, but simply handed over a prepared document to Mosidov.
"This is what we found in the other camp; we believe it will be helpful to you."
Mosidov's hands trembled uncontrollably after just one glance.
The information on this document, including the location of his residence, his habits, his routes of action, and the details of the attack, all indicated that the enemies targeting him were not only external, but also internal spies.
However, Mosidov has gotten used to it and has grown up, keeping his anger inside.
"Thank you very much."
"If it weren't for you all, I wouldn't be standing here now."
Mosidov said sincerely.
Yang Zhi simply shook his head. "We're just carrying out a mission, nothing more."
Mosidov nodded, thanked him again, and then left.
However, seeing that the six people had no wounds when they left, I was shocked again.
He knew perfectly well how formidable the enemy was that night.
The guards who usually protect him are considered elite, but they are powerless against the enemy.
Yet this seemingly invincible team was wiped out without suffering any losses. Just how strong must those six people be?
After recovering from his shock, Mosidov wondered if he should ask someone to help train a squad like that.
United States of America.
Lawrence stood by the window, with Mengsha standing quietly behind him.
"So, it seems the other party is serious?"
"do not know."
When Lawrence asked her, Mengsha revealed her true feelings.
Because she genuinely didn't understand the woman's intentions.
At the very least, she didn't know if this woman had a double mission.
So all she could say was, "I don't know."
Lawrence wasn't surprised to hear this answer, because this was exactly the kind of helper he needed in his life.
"I'll find some time to get to know you."
Lawrence spoke casually, but the smile in the corner of his eye betrayed him.
After all, that woman was the most outstanding swallow on the other side.
If it could be put to use, it would be the sharpest nail trimmer.
Upon hearing Lawrence's words, Mengsha's face revealed a look of disdain.
Lawrence simply lowered his head and explained, "I'm just doing my job."
Mengsha nodded casually, then added, "Yes, just normal daily work."
Da da da
Just as Lawrence was about to continue explaining, there was a knock on the door.
The door opened, and Smith appeared before me.
Smith strode in and said, "Sir, our mission has failed."
Smith said solemnly to Lawrence.
Mengsha, who was standing to the side, remained calm, but glanced at Smith as he entered.
Their eyes met briefly before falling silent.
"Failed?"
Lawrence asked in surprise, "Wasn't everything arranged?"
"This still hasn't resolved the issue?"
Smith nodded. "According to the report, just when our men were about to succeed, reinforcements arrived from the rear. They were very powerful."
"I had no choice but to leave."
"Reinforcements? Who are they?"
Lawrence frowned, his eyes filled with murderous intent.
It should be noted that this operation was carried out by their elite field personnel, each of whom is extremely valuable.
"The other party said they were a team guarding the factory, but the specifics are unclear and they are still under investigation."
"Factory protection team? Do you believe that?"
Lawrence laughed maniacally, as if he had heard the biggest joke in the world.
"Do not believe."
Smith replied.
Then he added, "Our people didn't believe it either, so they decided to do the math."
Lawrence shook his head without hesitation, "A bunch of brainless brutes."
Smith sighed. "You're right. The pilot came back and said that after hearing a burst of gunfire, he hurriedly took off back to base."
Lawrence looked at Smith in astonishment. "So, they're all dead?"
Smith nodded.
An eerie silence fell over the room.
After a long silence, Lawrence finally spoke, "Send the tomcat over as soon as possible; we can't wait any longer."
Smith nodded. "Don't worry, we've reached an agreement. The plane is currently near the surrounding bases and will be delivered soon."
Lawrence nodded solemnly, "Tell them that they must destroy all of the enemy's planes, not even a single one."
"Yes, sir."
alliance.
Gotzensky received the message and sat quietly in his chair, looking at the intelligence report in front of him.
However, after reading it, a charming figure appeared in the other person's mind.
He never expected that the other party would choose to betray him.
What he never expected was that her departure would actually help him take another step forward.
It just always gave him a strange, inexplicable sense of unease.
This woman has already lost control.
But there was nothing he could do.
A moment later, Gorzensky picked up the phone and dialed.
After a long while, a familiar voice came from the phone.
"Mr. Gotzenwsky, what brings you to mind my old friend?"
Chernonenko's voice came through the microphone.
"An old friend? Are you sure?"
"I wouldn't dare to presume to do that now."
Gotzensky said this in an annoyed tone, while Chernonenko laughed loudly.
Then, his tone softened slightly, "Everyone knows that you returned to Susko this time to reorganize the situation; it's common knowledge."
Gotzenfsky didn't mind and then explained his purpose. "You're in charge of things in Persia, aren't you?"
Chirvonenko, still puzzled, nodded and said, "Yes, we are in talks right now. As you know, we have a huge food shortage and need to import from abroad."
"There is still a lot of grain in Persia."
"As long as we stay in touch."
Gotzensky breathed a sigh of relief, then continued, "I've received intelligence that planes will be transiting through Kazakhstan to return home in the next couple of days."
"You must thoroughly investigate the performance of this aircraft."
Chevronenko listened with a face full of question marks. What did this mean?
To investigate the aircraft's performance?
Is this something he should be concerned about?
However, Gorzensky hung up the phone without offering any further explanation.
Chernonenko wasn't one to meddle, so since the other party had said so, he simply did as they said.
Two days later.
In the Northwest, Wang Huzi stood on the military airfield, watching eight J-8C fighters that had been repaired take off one after another. Wang Huzi's heart was hanging in the air.
Only after disappearing from everyone's sight did Wang Huzi turn back.
"Hey, Mr. Peng, the other side has already set off."
"Yes, rest assured, we will complete the mission."
After hanging up the phone, Wan Hui instructed the person next to him, "Starting immediately, everyone cancels their vacation and prepares."
"Yes!"
The staff officer immediately left to relay the order.
Wang Huzi looked at the white clouds in the sky, his heart heavy.
"Hopefully, we can get through this safely."
Persia.
After hanging up the phone with Mr. Peng, Mosidov's expression also became serious.
Not long ago, our informant sent word that the United States had sent a batch of very advanced aircraft to Persia.
As for who received it, it goes without saying.
Therefore, he guessed that this batch of planes was intended to counter their Desert Star.
As for the objectives, one is to strengthen itself, and the other is to weaken the influence of the local area.
It can be said that it kills two birds with one stone.
"I hope I can come back safely this time."
Mosidov wiped the scars he had left behind, his eyes filled with hatred.
Kazakhstan.
Eight J-8C fighter jets were parked at the airport awaiting refueling and maintenance.
"Captain, are we going back so early this time because we have some kind of mission?"
Kalimi sat in the cockpit of the plane. This time, during the stopover, he would not disembark; everything would be resolved on the plane.
Fortunately, Kazakhstan is a country that upholds integrity and there is nothing unpleasant about it. The group chatted enthusiastically on the plane.
"There will definitely be a mission, don't worry, this time I will definitely put you in the main force."
Captain Aziz affirmed.
"Oh, that's great! I already have several plans. Don't worry, I won't steal your thunder."
Aziz scoffed, "Go ahead and steal it if you dare."
After he finished speaking, the people around him burst into laughter.
"What are you laughing at? You still have the nerve to laugh? Shut up!"
The other pilots, however, didn't take it seriously.
Half an hour later, the plane took off again.
However, only four planes went to Persia this time; the remaining four were left in the Kingdom of Kazakhstan.
"Captain, there's a situation."
Just as the four planes were about to return home, the lead wingman suddenly shouted loudly on the channel.
Then we saw the two planes in front of us start to fly to the side.
Aziz, who was behind, immediately shouted, "Be careful, don't panic."
At this point, Aziz's aircraft radar detected four bright spots ahead.
The four points of light quickly closed the distance.
"Raise it, accelerate, smash the door and go up to the sky to compete with them."
Aziz understood that the Desert Scimitar he was sitting in could reach a top speed of Mach 2.8 and a flight altitude of 28,000 meters, making it a truly outstanding fighter jet.
Now, with Aziz's order, all four planes took off into space.
Only then did Aziz see what their enemy looked like.
That was a very good-looking twin-engine fighter jet.
He was certain that this was something the Persians could never produce.
And nine times out of ten it's from the United States.
"Captain, the enemy is catching up, and they're not slow either."
Kalimi's voice on the communicator even carried a hint of schadenfreude.
"Watch out, they've opened fire."
As he spoke, Kalimi shouted loudly, and then a beam of light rushed over quickly.
All All All
A series of decoy flares were launched, followed by a loud roar.
"Kalimi, you bastard, don't die!"
Aziz stared in horror at the flames of the explosion, but as soon as he sat down, the plane suddenly lurched upwards, with the pursuing planes also rushing up behind him.
However, this time Aziz acted faster and flew a faster plane.
With just a slight climb and turn, he appeared beneath the fighter jets below. At such close range, Aziz had no intention of using missiles. Few bullets hit the area behind the aircraft, and then the out-of-control plane began to shake, followed by a burst of intense fire in the sky.
Less than a minute into the battle, two explosions erupted in quick succession, causing both sides to change their expressions.
Once the situation in the air became clear, only the two outermost planes remained of the four that had come. This prompted the pilots in charge to quickly change course and prepare to escape.
The other plane, which had just been locked on, was completely unaffected.
How the hell am I supposed to fight this?
This is the United States' latest fighter jet.
You can't even beat them?
Are they too incompetent or overly cautious?
At this moment, Aziz was somewhat confused.
But a voice inside him told him that he must not let these two planes go.
So Aziz said a few words on the communication channel.
The four planes immediately rushed towards the two planes.
Not long after, two fireballs suddenly appeared in the sky above Persia.
Four planes then flew by quickly, leaving the people below dumbfounded.