Quick Wear: The Beautiful, Strong and Tragic Path of a Swordsman

{Military Aviation 151 () calls Xiabei Approach, requesting an emergency landing.}

A twin-engine fighter jet was approaching from a distance, leaving a trail of black smoke behind. However, the pilot's voice did not sound even a bit panicky. Instead, it revealed a confidence that everything was under control.

The voice was steady and firm, calming down the people in the approach control room who were in a panic due to the sudden notice. All their eyes were focused on the heroic female conductor standing in front of the command desk.

The female commander stood straight with a firm and focused look in her eyes, which gave everyone the illusion that she should not be wearing a skirt uniform but a straight military uniform.

The sun was setting and would completely vanish in half an hour. She had to help the damaged fighter plane land safely before that, otherwise the darkness might be the last straw that broke the camel's back for the pilot.

{Xia Bei approach saw you, all airspace has been cleared, you can descend freely, lower the landing gear and make a low-altitude pass.} The female commander had received information about the fighter plane's situation before, so she did not spend precious time asking questions, but planned to observe directly with her naked eyes.

{receive.}

The pilot's response was also very concise. After descending in altitude, he controlled the fighter to perform a very standard low-altitude pass.

The female commander carefully observed the appearance of the plane with a telescope, first observing the landing gear, and then whether there was any open fire on the fuselage.

The young man standing next to the female conductor also looked on, his eyes filled with twinkling lights and deep worry.

{The landing gear has been lowered normally, the left engine is normal, and there are obvious sparks on the right engine. Please pay attention to the attitude landing.} The female commander's voice was very calm, but the words she said made everyone present sweat.

There were noticeable sparks from the engine, which meant it could explode at any moment.

There were still many passenger planes waiting to take off in the airport. All of them were pulled to the edge of the airport and the people on the planes were cleared. There were also several passenger planes circling in the sky waiting to land. The floor-to-ceiling windows of the waiting area were crowded with people waiting for the flight. Everyone's eyes were focused on this fighter jet that should not have appeared at a civil aviation airport.

If the situation was not really urgent and there were not too many people in the airport, the waiting hall would probably be evacuated.

Because the fighter plane was carrying a missile that was stuck and could not be launched.

"Mom, the plane is smoking and it's broken down." A little boy who looked only two or three years old shook the beautiful woman's arm, his big black eyes full of curiosity.

The beautiful woman's face was full of worry, but she still smiled at the child, "Yes, the plane broke down, and the pilot uncle on the plane is trying to save the plane. He will definitely succeed."

The little boy blinked and nodded firmly, "Yeah! That's the coolest plane I've ever seen! It must be very strong!"

The people around were amused by the little boy's childish words and relaxed a little.

The prosperity of Dragon Mansion today was hard-won. Perhaps before today, many of them had no real feelings about this concept. But at this moment, looking at the fighter plane that had to make an emergency landing at the civil aviation airport for unknown reasons, they finally felt the weight of the four words "hard-won".

They didn't know what had happened to the fighter plane, but they knew that unless it was absolutely necessary, the military would never want to affect their lives, and would not even expose the dangers and crises they encountered to the public.

They will just silently carry on in the dark, just for the peace and prosperity of the country and the people.

{Then I'm out.} The pilot's voice didn't change from beginning to end, and he didn't panic even when he knew his engine might explode.

His voice is like a magic needle that can calm the sea. Once it sounds, it can drive away everyone's hesitation and anxiety.

The fighter plane turned at high altitude with its nose facing the runway. It seemed to have encountered an irregular strong wind and the fuselage tilted almost ninety degrees to one side, but the pilot corrected its posture before landing. It finally landed steadily like a dragonfly touching the water, gliding on the runway for hundreds of meters with a large parachute and stopped steadily.

The roaring fire trucks and ambulances immediately rushed towards the direction of the fighter plane, and the young man next to the female commander disappeared without anyone knowing.

A tall young man with short ice-blue hair tied in a small bun at the back of his head nimbly climbed over several safety railings. Some staff on duty wanted to step forward to stop him from violating the rules, but stopped after recognizing who the young man was.

The young man's hair was flying in the wind, his handsome facial features were dazzling in the glow of the setting sun, his pair of light blue eyes were bright and energetic, and his whole body was like a flying ice-blue butterfly, light and free, revealing a breathtaking beauty.

The man standing in the cockpit took in the entire scene. His beautiful cat-like gray-blue vertical pupils still carried a murderous and sharp look that had not yet subsided. Then he looked away and jumped down from the cockpit nimbly, as lightly and steadily as if he were piloting a fighter plane to the ground.

He unbuttoned the upper part of the fitted silver-gray anti-gravity suit, revealing the blue-black standard flight suit of an Air Force pilot. It was slim and handsome, and it set off his slender figure and perfect proportions.

He took off his helmet, revealing his smooth short white hair. A few strands of hair were stuck to his smooth forehead by sweat. He checked the condition of the missile almost immediately, and only breathed a sigh of relief after confirming that the safety was off.

The firefighters have put out the engine fire using professional methods, and everything is fine.

Everyone thought that the driver must be a calm, handsome, and tough mature man, but when they really saw his appearance, they only had one thought left, that is, don't judge a book by its cover.

This is a young man who looks elegant and refined. If he wears a pair of glasses, you will even think without a doubt that he is a civilian rather than a fighter pilot fighting on the front line.

If it weren't for the aura of a top alpha that occasionally leaked out of him, and the occasional glimpse of his well-proportioned yet explosive muscles, some people would probably suspect that he was a bate or a taller omega.

Especially when he squinted his eyes and smiled, he looked lazy yet ostentatious, just like a cat patrolling its territory with its head slightly tilted back and its tail lifted up, making people want to hold him down and rub him hard.

The young man was stopped by the soldiers on guard at the periphery. He could only watch from afar as the big white cat was taken to a military vehicle and escorted away. Only when the vehicle he was riding in completely disappeared from his sight did he reluctantly look away and look at the fighter plane.

A fierce and beautiful fuselage, steel wings with tough lines, and a carefully disassembled missile.

This was his goal since he was a child. However, at the age of 18, he was transformed into an omega. With the physical condition of an omega, he would probably never be able to drive such a steel beast again in his life.

But maybe, he could have a big cat driving a steel beast.

His eyes fell on the hideous bullet holes on the fuselage, and billowing smoke appeared before his eyes.