I met unscrupulous teammates at the beginning, watch me turn the tide

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...

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.