Global Famine: My items can be automatically upgraded.

When the Red Wing fighter activated the mental searchlight.

This happened to be exactly what Dr. Batu wanted.

He initiated reverse mental resonance, which exploded the head of the pilot of one of the fighter jets.

The only remaining Red Wing No. 258 fighter had just experienced a burst of chaotic flight, with its speed reduced to an extremely dangerous kilometers per hour.

Because the angle of attack was too large, the lift coefficient of the entire fighter decreased as the angle of attack increased, resulting in an uncontrolled dive and bumpy motion, the engine vibrated, and it was almost out of control.

To make matters worse, Dr. Batu shook off the missile wreckage used to camouflage his body, and the lines of the two pairs of wings on his back flashed, and he accelerated and rushed towards the fighter jet.

A loud alarm sounded in the driver's headphones.

Faced with such a critical moment, the pilot surprisingly did not feel a trace of fear. He shuddered, as if he knew what to do by nature, and pushed the throttle valve to the bottom, turning on the afterburner mode of the turbofan engine.

The burned gas discharged from the combustion chamber is introduced into the afterburner chamber behind the turbine for further combustion.

A dazzling tail flame shot out from the engine nozzle.

Without any hesitation, the pilot pushed the rudder hard in the direction of the spin and easily corrected the stall.

However, in such a short period of time, Dr. Batu had once again broken the speed of sound and approached to a position of 6 meters at the o'clock direction of the fighter.

This distance is very close compared to the speed of the two.

The pilot gritted his teeth and maneuvered the fighter jet to the right, turning more than 120 degrees to the right and pointing the lift vector towards Dr. Batu.

The powerful overload instantly pressed the pilot firmly into his seat. He glanced at the parameters on the helmet display. A high-frequency beeping sound rang out, and the overload once again reached the limit of this old fighter.

Because Dr. Batu was going too fast, he suddenly rushed in front of the fighter plane. He began to flip and circle, trying to turn.

At this time, the driver stared at the figure of the zombie. The PL-15 has the ability of helmet aiming and over-the-shoulder firing. He pulled the trigger directly and reflected the missile.

"Die!"

The driver roared.

The PL-15 left a trail of white smoke, and at this distance, there was almost no chance of it missing the target.

Dr. Batu's turning caused him to lose a lot of energy, and the PL-15 drew a beautiful arc and caught up with him.

The flames from the explosion engulfed it.

However, the pilot overestimated the power of the missile, or underestimated the defense of the zombies.

Dr. Batu...rushed out of the smoke again!

There was no fluctuation on the driver's face. He pushed the throttle again and the engine ejected a bright hot flame.

A large amount of air is sucked in by the air intakes on both sides of the fuselage. The airflow sticks to the fuselage, flows through the winglets and main wings, and provides powerful lift to this heavy fighter.

After flying three kilometers, it broke through the sound barrier again.

The fighter maintained this speed when it reached Mach 1.6. According to the acceleration state of the dead man when chasing the attack aircraft, its acceleration began to become weak when it reached around this speed.

"If circumstances compel you to engage in close combat with mutant creatures, you must maintain a speed above 900 kilometers per hour, preferably capable of supersonic maneuvers."

The pilot silently recited the fighter's combat manual.

At the same time, the pilot checked the weapon racks and found that there was an SD-18 and a PL-15 hanging on the fuselage.

Without hesitation, he launched them from the racks to reduce the weight of the fighter, and then turned off the overload limit of the flight control system.

It turns out that these missiles are very ineffective against the living dead. The PL-15 cannot cause damage to them, and the SD-18 will be destroyed by them.

The situation forced me to do so.

The driver felt like a mouse being watched by a cat.

The living dead seemed to be playing with himself.

"That's stupid!"

The pilot decided to go all out, as he couldn't outfly the zombies anyway.

He put his hand on the cannon trigger on the joystick, turned on the fighter's afterburner, and rolled to the left.

The powerful acceleration pressed him firmly into the seat.

"Monster, I'm going to kill you!"

The cannon used by the J-30A is not a pre-war multi-barreled machine gun or revolver gun. This type of cannon would add considerable drag and weight. In addition, due to the limited space inside the fighter, the ammunition supply is mostly around 500 rounds. With the high firing rate of the fighter's cannon, it will be used up in seven or eight seconds.

The most crucial thing is that small-caliber machine guns pose limited threat when facing thick-skinned mutant creatures.

Not to mention dealing with the living dead.

When the famine world came, Shelter No. 5 conducted research and equipped the fighter jets with a special gun barrel.

It is an energy machine gun made of electrochemical gold.

Moreover, the energy cannon mounted on it is much larger than the energy sniper rifles used by ordinary shooting-specialized psychics. It is more than three meters long and is made of about half a kilogram of electrified gold wire.

The core of this energy cannon is a KBBT crystal and an XFFT crystal.

The KBBT crystal converts the powerful electric current released by the capacitor inside the fighter into mental waves, while the XFFT crystal converts the mental waves into powerful energy, which is finally accelerated by a three-meter-long electrochemical gold coil.

The maximum power even exceeds the sniper skills of a shooting-specialized psychic.

However, the gun's demand for electricity is too high, with a peak power exceeding 15 watts, which even two high-thrust WS-A engines cannot easily bear.

After being turned on, the radar and mental illumination lights all need to be turned off, and the pilot almost loses his perception of the outside world except for visual perception.

Few pilots like this psychic cannon. Compared to fighting mutant creatures in close combat under huge overloads, they prefer to sit comfortably in their seats and attack with medium-range air-to-air missiles.

The driver had no hesitation and no way to retreat.

Directly on the joystick, adjust the power of the psychic cannon to maximum.

The helmet display began to show the capacitor charging status. Because a considerable amount of power was diverted to generate electricity, even the fighter's acceleration slowed down.

Finally, the pilot locked onto Dr. Batu's location.

At this time, Dr. Batu took advantage of the opportunity when the fighter plane turned and lost energy to shorten the distance to more than 600 meters behind him, and was still slowly approaching.

Dr. Batu looked at the fighter plane turning forward, and part of the black lines in his palm condensed into a cocoon to wrap himself.

A part of it solidified into a knife.

next moment.

A golden light shot out from the gun muzzle at the root of the right wing of the fighter, forming a bright golden line in the sky.

"boom!"

The light bombarded Dr. Batu's body, and the extremely concentrated powerful energy exploded instantly, reacting violently with the black pupa of the zombie, and bursting out black and gold flames.

This time, Dr. Batu was directly hit by the energy cannon and fell heavily to the ground.

But the black wire knife that Dr. Batu swung out at last drew beautiful fan-shaped lines in the air one after another, as if to cut the sky into several pieces.

Among them, the fighter jet that originally wanted to speed up and escape was unable to avoid it at all and was directly cut into pieces by the wire cutter!

boom……

The fighter plane exploded directly, turning into fireworks, and all kinds of fragments were scattered like rain, splashing everywhere.

Boom~~

After Dr. Batu fell to the ground from an altitude of almost ten thousand meters, a large amount of soil fragments on the ground were suddenly shaken and flew into the sky, splashing all over the place.

A huge pit with a diameter of more than ten meters looked like a wound.

At this time, Dr. Batu tried to control the zombies to stand up again.

But the code started to get messy.

After an examination, Dr. Batu discovered that the zombie's legs were broken and he could not support his body.

"Something bad has happened..."

Dr. Batu kept looking around vigilantly.

This zombie is nothing special. I can go back and fix it and make it usable again.

But the chip in the brain cannot be lost!