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The driver frowned at this time. He flipped through the mutant creature atlas published by the shelter and memorized the data of the flying mutant creatures in it.

Very few mutant creatures can possess such superior flying performance.

The fighter jet had already connected to the database and searched it, but there was no information stored there about the zombies being able to fly.

Fortunately, this zombie seemed to have almost zero radar perception ability. Even if it was locked, it did not make any emergency turns or other actions to escape the lock.

This made the driver feel slightly relieved. If he was lucky, he might be able to kill this thirteenth-level zombie with one shot.

Activating the SD-18 on the left rack, the pilot immediately tuned the missile's active radar frequency so that the missile could simultaneously receive the reflected signal from the airborne radar after launch.

After waiting for a while, a square box appeared on the pilot's helmet sight in the fighter plane and jumped slightly. It was the target locked by the onboard radar.

Targets that are also locked by the missile radar are marked with dots, overlapping with the boxes.

The zombies controlled by Dr. Batu have entered the missile's no-escape zone.

"Don't launch yet. Wait until I launch this one before you launch."

An intercom signal came from Red Wing Two.

Red Wing One wanted to determine the maneuverability of the Zombie by observing its movements as it dodged the PL-15.

Moreover, after dodging PL-15, the zombies will definitely lose a lot of energy, which can improve the hit rate of Red Wing II.

"Missile launch!"

The voice of Red Wing No. 2 came from the communication system.

Then, a missile with a white smoke trail appeared in the sky and flew towards Dr. Batu.

The pilot of Red Wing One, his palms covered in sweat, watched as the missile arced and intercepted the living dead.

"It didn't dodge at all?!"

The driver looked at the triangle marking the zombies on the radar in surprise. The trajectory was still a straight line, with no sign of turning.

"Is it that its supersonic maneuverability is extremely poor, unable to perform high-G maneuvers at supersonic speeds? Or is it that it simply doesn't bother to dodge?"

The Red Wing No. 2 pilot also looked confused.

"boom!"

With a flash of fire, the PL-15 accurately hit the target.

At this time, Dr. Batu's code was a little confused. He emerged from the fire cloud produced by the PL-15 explosion, dragging a trail of black smoke.

In supersonic flight, hearing is completely useless.

Just now, Dr. Batu focused most of his attention on the escaping Red Wing One fighter jet and did not monitor the surrounding airspace.

After accelerating to its maximum speed, the PL-15 shut down its solid rocket engine and flew by inertia, appearing inconspicuous against the backdrop of the sky.

The PL-15's flying speed is as high as Mach 3.5. Combined with Dr. Batu's own flying speed, the relative speed between the two reaches five times the speed of sound. By the time Dr. Batu discovered the incoming missile, it was already too late to dodge.

"Did it shoot down?"

The Red Wing II pilot aimed at his helmet, which displayed the data detected by the radar. The zombie was decelerating rapidly and soon fell below the speed of sound.

"No! The radar didn't detect any debris. The zombie is still intact."

After the Red Wing No. 18 pilot answered, he pressed the launch button without any hesitation. After waiting for a moment, the heavy SD- on the rack shot out of the slide and flew towards Dr. Batu, dragging a trail of white smoke.

The SD-18, weighing nearly half a ton, left the fuselage, causing the entire fighter to rise slightly.

The pilot did not just sit there and wait for this heavy air-to-air missile, which was specially developed for large mutant creatures and bombers, to hit the target.

Instead, he immediately used his thumb to switch the launch button to the short-range air-to-air missile, waited for the buzzing sound in the headset, and unlocked the infrared guidance head of the PL-15 hanging on the wing.

The cooling process of the infrared guidance head is irreversible. Even if the zombie is killed by the SD-18 launched earlier, this PL-15 short-range air-to-air missile must be launched.

The temperature generated by the friction between Dr. Batu and the air allowed the infrared guidance head to quickly distinguish it from the environmental background and lock it.

The Red Wing No. 15 pilot did not launch immediately. The cold air cylinder inside the PL- was enough to support it for a long time, allowing him to find a better time to launch.

And Red Wing II launched another SD-18.

At this time, after learning from his mistakes and being inexplicably hit by a missile, Dr. Batu began to continuously consume the X solution in the bodies of the living dead and scan everything around him with powerful mental waves.

As an improved version of the old-world fighter, the J-30A does not use absorbing materials to reduce the detection area of ​​​​psychic waves, nor is there any need to do so.

In the entire famine-stricken world, only Shelter No. 5 has fighter jets.

Now, it was easily discovered by Dr. Batu, and the SD-18 was also discovered.

The two pairs of wings behind him flashed, and he began to accelerate again, suddenly breaking through the sound barrier.

Inside the cockpit of Red Wing One, the radar screen showed that the zombie had finally begun to dodge. The pilot began to perform high-G maneuvers in an attempt to shake off the tracking, while the SD-18 followed closely behind him.

Suddenly, there was a strong wave in the air, and the SD-18 disappeared. Its wreckage made a mess of light spots appear on the radar screen.

"Hit?"

The Red Wing One pilot asked.

"No, the missile didn't even explode. 75 kilograms of high explosives would have made quite a noise."

The Red Wing No. 2 pilot's expression was somewhat gloomy.

"Could it be that the fuse has failed?"

The SD-18 seemed to have broken into many pieces, seriously interfering with the radar's work and making it impossible to capture the monster's figure.

Even the PL-15's seeker lost its target.

"Red Wing 2, have you found the target? Have you found the target?"

"No, apart from the wreckage of the missile, no targets were found. The living dead disappeared."

He didn't hesitate for long before switching the circuit from radar to mental illumination.

The J-30A's psychic illumination lamp is much more powerful than those equipped on ground tanks. First, the purity of the core KBBT crystal is much stronger. Second, the two high-power WS-15C turbofan engines can provide the KBBT crystal with much more powerful electricity than ordinary engines.

Even so, the mental illumination light still cannot be turned on at the same time as the radar, which is also a big power consumer.

Both are capable of peak power reaching hundreds of kilowatts.

The detection range cannot be compared with radar, but the amount of information that can be obtained is incomparable to radar, and it also has a 360° field of view, which is different from radar that can only scan the front.

Experienced pilots will turn off the radar and turn on the mental illumination light when fighting in close combat.

A powerful and concentrated mental wave shot out from the mental lamp.

There were few obstructions at high altitudes, and Red Wing No. 1's mental waves directly covered the airspace within a radius of twelve kilometers, easily finding the pile of falling missile wreckage.

The zombie, covered with black lines, was tightly holding a large piece of missile wreckage, mixed in with the debris.

No wonder it can't be detected by radar.

Even through a KBBT crystal, the driver could still sense the coldness and bloodthirstiness emanating from the dead man.

Suddenly, the driver seemed to sense a smile on the zombie's head, and this smile made him feel a little uneasy for no reason.

Superpower: Mental resonance!

Suddenly, a sharp, high-frequency vibration sound was heard from the void, like fingernails rubbing against a blackboard.

The mental power lamp was simply unable to withstand such a powerful influx of energy.

The KBBT crystal inside shattered into pieces.

"Oh!"

With a dull thud, the Red Wing No. 1 pilot's head suddenly exploded like a tomato, and blood, brain matter, and broken bones splattered all over the cockpit.

The pilot's body bent the control stick, and the entire fighter plane exerted a huge overload, spinning around the wingtips and hanging towards the ground.

Boom~~~

Black smoke and flames rose up over the wilderness.

"Grass!"

The Red Wing II pilot yelled, "The PL-15 hasn't even been launched!"

At this moment, the only driver left was in despair.

He felt as if he were being chased into an endless void by the living dead.

I can never land, I can never go home...