Eagle Sauce: The 055 destroyer was launched into the sea just after the founding of the country?

“What the hell?!”

Jackson exclaimed, his body instinctively tensing up, his hands gripping the joystick tightly until his knuckles turned white.

At that moment, the contemptuous attitude he was proud of evaporated instantly.

Captain Anthony immediately entered emergency mode.

"Everyone, please be alert! Activate full-band radar scan! Lock onto the UFO that just flew over us!"

His voice was an octave higher than usual, with a strained tone that was barely concealed.

The three pilots quickly operated the control panel in the cockpit and turned on the F-15's most advanced AN/APG-63 radar system.

This is cutting-edge technology that the US is proud of. Theoretically, it can detect targets hundreds of kilometers away.

The green scan lines on the radar screen kept spinning, but it showed nothing except their own three fighter planes.

"I...I didn't detect anything,"

Rodriguez stammered, his eyes fixed on the blank radar screen in disbelief.

"This is impossible!"

“Damn it! Switch to passive receive mode!”

Anthony ordered, beads of sweat already oozing from his forehead.

“Adjust to full-band reception!”

Jackson's fingers flew over the control panel, but still found nothing.

His Adam's apple rolled up and down, and his throat was as dry as a desert.

"Captain...what could fly at that speed and not be detected by radar?"

There was a slight tremor in his voice, and the arrogance he had before was gone.

Anthony's face turned pale and his breathing became rapid.

In his twenty years of flying career, he had never encountered such a situation.

He stared at the sky outside the cockpit window, as if he was staring at some supernatural phenomenon.

This doesn't conform to any known laws of physics.

That speed, that stealth ability...this can't be human technology.

Could it be that I encountered the legendary UFO?

"Captain, is it... is it from Dragon Country?"

Rodriguez asked, his voice inflected, while wiping sweat from his forehead.

“They can’t possibly have the technology to do that, right?”

Anthony did not answer immediately, but adjusted the radar parameters again, trying to capture any clues.

“I don’t know,” he finally admitted, “but we must report it immediately.”

Jackson's face was as pale as paper, and he looked around nervously at the sky, as if the mysterious plane might appear again at any time.

"You said... you said the intelligence department had a report about the Dragon Kingdom's new fighter jets..."

His voice was so low that it was almost inaudible.

“Damn it! It’s happening again!”

Rodriguez suddenly screamed, pointing upward to the right.

The three of them turned their heads at the same time and saw the silver light flash again.

This time it was closer, so close that they could vaguely see its strange geometric shape - completely different from the design of any known fighter, as if it came from another era.

Then it disappeared into the clouds again.

Jackson's whole body was shaking. He subconsciously swallowed, but there was no saliva in his mouth.

“Oh my god…what is that?”

Anthony's pupils shrank to the size of pinpoints, and his fingers drummed futilely on the console.

“It’s playing with us,”

He murmured, his voice filled with disbelief.

"Like a cat teasing a mouse."

"It could have...if it wanted to, it could have already..."

He didn't finish, but everyone understood what he meant.

Rodriguez's face turned from pale to blue, and he suddenly turned his head to look at the radar screen.

There was still nothing there except their own three bright spots.

Sweat dripped from his chin and hit his flight suit.

“It wasn’t on our radar,”

Jackson's voice cracked.

“How the hell is that possible? The F-15 has the most advanced radar system!”

Anthony's flight gloves were soaked with cold sweat, and he felt an unprecedented sense of powerlessness.

As an ace pilot, he had never felt so small and vulnerable as he did now.

If that is the new fighter jet of Dragon Country, then the air superiority advantage that the Eagle Sauce Air Force is proud of may no longer exist...

Before the three pilots could recover from their shock, Anthony's communication system suddenly emitted a burst of electronic noise.

A strange male voice came clearly into their headphones through the encrypted channel.

"Attention, Eagle pilots! You are approaching Dragon Country airspace!"

"Turn around and leave immediately, or I won't be so polite anymore."

The voice was calm and cold, with an unquestionable commanding tone, but it spoke fluent English.

"This is--"

Before Jackson could finish his words, a huge black shadow suddenly appeared above them, as if it had come out of nowhere.

It was not the blurry silhouette that had passed by earlier, but a complete fighter jet, hovering less than a hundred meters above the three F-15s, like a predator looking down at its prey.

The body has a strange geometric shape, and its surface is composed of multiple planes and sharp angles, reflecting a strange luster.

The twin vertical tails are tilted outwards, the fuselage is diamond-shaped, and the overall design surpassed all human understanding of aircraft at the time.

The most shocking thing is that this fighter jet can maintain such a low-speed and stable flight that even the outline of the cockpit is clearly visible.

Through the cockpit glass, the three could even clearly see the stern face and arrogant eyes of the pilot Lei Jun, looking down at them condescendingly.

"Oh my God...it had been following us the whole time? And we didn't even notice?!"

"As long as it wants, it can...anytime..."

Anthony's thoughts were in turmoil.

Faced with this technology beyond his comprehension, his extensive flying experience suddenly became worthless.

Rodriguez's hands were shaking violently on the joystick, his shouting and confidence gone.

Cold sweat rolled down his forehead, soaking the lining of his flight cap.

He couldn't take his eyes off the fighter plane that was flying steadily above their heads, as if he was hypnotized.

This is impossible... This is not aerodynamic... This should not exist...

Jackson vomited violently into his oxygen mask, and in a panic he pulled it off, splattering vomit on the dashboard.

"Oh my god... what is that... what kind of monster is that?"

His voice changed pitch and became too high to be that of an adult male.

Anthony's face was as pale as paper, his Adam's apple rolled up and down but he couldn't swallow his fear.

The existence of that Dragon fighter plane was like a sharp knife piercing through all his confidence in the technological superiority of the Eagle Air Force.

He saw Lei Jun looking down at them from the cockpit with contempt, as if he was looking at a group of outdated antiques.

"Look! It, it... With such an aerodynamic structure, how on earth does it manage to fly?"

Rodriguez nearly choked up.

"This, this simply violates the laws of physics..."