Manual of Space-Time Interference

The picture on the light screen kept moving, and the silver-painted fighter was completely displayed in front of Dialect's eyes.

The whole wing body is integrated, no vertical tail, and the rear is an adjustable speedbrake and aileron. The wingspan and captain are significantly shorter than the previous generation F35. The air inlet is under the fuselage, and the nose is in a triangular shuttle shape …

It seems that this plane doesn't look like a fighter jet at all, it looks like it was made to fight aliens...

"Little boy, does this fighter have data in your database?"

"Model: F42, the sixth-generation American fighter jet, the detailed data is unknown, and the operation method is unknown."

"Okay, I'll know if it will open when I go up."

Dialect reluctantly muttered, but fortunately there is still a manual device on the side of the upper hatch, which made him relieved.

"Detect the surrounding hangar situation!"

He said, the field of view on the light screen began to move continuously. After flying into the hangar, the searchlight on the drone also turned on, and finally the field of vision in the hangar appeared in front of him.

Sure enough, all the zombies hid in the hangar, crowded together, looking extremely shriveled, as if only skeletons were left.

"Let the drone come back!"

Dialect shook his head, a small picture on the light screen disappeared instantly, the drone flew towards him again, and then under the control of Xiaojiao, it landed firmly on the back of the power armor again.

The hangar is some distance away from the airport, and the zombies hid in the hangar because of the light-shielding ability, which also gave Dialect a chance to sneak in.

But from the previous experience, the zombies are not fake, but at the same time, they are not like the night devil in "I Am Legend". An instinct that comes out.

"The combat assistance system is on!"

Dialect said, and walked lightly into the military base, he already had a plan in his heart.

The first step is to sneak into the military base quietly, and use silenced pistols to solve the scattered zombies along the way to avoid making any sound.

The second step is to avoid the hangar and approach the apron from a distance.

The third step is to release the fixing device below, open the cabin cover, and enter the cabin.

the fourth step…

"Little boy, how should I press these?"

Dialect closed the cockpit and looked at the pile of Japanese buttons in front of him, feeling that his head had grown a few times bigger.

The light screen displayed the translation of each button, and then a green circle appeared to circle the "Avionics Power Button".

"Please follow the next steps!"

Xiaojiao's voice sounded, dialect pressed, and the indicator lights in the cockpit turned on one by one.

"No take-off authorization received, not connected to the tower, unable to identify the pilot, WARNING! WARNING!"

"Crack!"

After a murmur of mechanical words, the fooled cabin cover was instantly locked, and all the buttons in the cockpit were locked, and the Japanese word "Warning" appeared on the radar screen and display screen at the same time.

"Little boy, what should I do?"

Dialect patted the locked cabin cover, raised his hand into a fist, and put it down again.

"Please look for the data interface!"

Xiaojiao's voice sounded, and at the same time on Dialect's left arm, a piece of armor was pulled upwards, and a data plug was exposed.

"where?"

Dialect asked, and kept searching in the cabin, and finally found a cover at a place at the bottom, opened it and found a data interface.

After inserting the usb plug, Dialect could only pray that the little girl would succeed.

"Data access..."

"Data rewriting..."

"The Tomahawk missile is ready..."

"Little boy, what did you rewrite?"

Dialect shouted, and at the same time, a hole opened under the fuselage, and a missile rack stuck out.

"Data rewriting..."

"Hey!"

"It's over..."

Dialect murmured, the standing body lay directly on the back of the chair, and a beam of fire rushed out from the bottom of the fuselage and shot in the direction of the hangar.

"Data rewriting..."

"Boom!"

The flames danced in the middle of the hangar, setting off a black cloud, hovering in the sky!

"Boom! Boom!"

The aircraft and various explosives in the hangar exploded, and the top of the hangar was directly lifted off, and various fragments flew around.

Dialect swallowed, and the surviving zombies in the hangar began to rush out. They were covered in flames. After running for a few steps, they fell to the ground again.

"The Tomahawk missile is ready..."

"Little girl, if you don't do it right, we're probably finished!"

Dialect shouted, the closed opening at the bottom of the fuselage opened again, and the missile mount was exposed again.

All the zombies in the surrounding houses ran out and started rushing towards the hangar not far away, then stopped again and headed towards the F42 where Dialect was sitting.

"Data rewriting succeeded..."

"Control is taking over..."

Two voices sounded, and the slightly arched body of Dialect sat down again, and the clenched fist also loosened.

"Control right received successfully!"

"Take off immediately!"

Dialect roared, all the zombies around flocked to the F42, and thousands of dilated pupils stared at him at the same time.

"The self-check is complete, the air conditioning system has been activated!"

"The oil circuit has been opened, and the engine oil supply is successful!"

"Switch to autopilot, the brakes are released!"

The buttons in the cockpit were turned on almost at the same time, all the display screens of UU Reading www.uukanshu.com started normally, and two faint blue light beams appeared at the tail of the fighter.

"Please fasten your seat belt!"

A voice came, and Dialect was stunned for a while, then grabbed the seat belt and hurriedly fastened it.

Not far away, the zombies erupted at full speed, running towards the F42 with open arms, and the pale mouth opened vigorously, but there was no sound.

"boom!"

A voice came, a zombie had rushed to the side, Dialect instantly opened the hatch, unfastened the seat belt, and stretched out the pistol.

F42 slowly drove out of the stop position, and came to the runway after a turn.

"Show the tail."

Speaking in dialect, he closed the hatch, sat down again, and fastened his seat belt.

The field of vision at the rear of the F42 instantly appeared on the light screen, and at the same time, a thrust made the dialect involuntarily lean towards the back of the chair.

A zombie's hand almost rested on the tail, but was thrown away instantly. After a short distance of less than 50 meters, the F42 flew into the air instantly.

Putting his heart down, Dialect lay relaxed on the seat and looked at the surrounding sky.

"Set the destination, XX military base, little girl, give me the detailed data of this fighter!"

"Model: F42, air-breathing hypersonic fighter jet, maximum speed Mach 7, equipped with variable cycle engine, quantum communication system, artificial intelligence system, double pilot system..."

"How long will it take to reach the destination?"

Dialect asked, looking at the ground from the side, but was stunned.

A towering city wall surrounds the entire coastal area, but some places are blank and incomplete. It seems that when the construction is halfway, the construction has stopped...