Command center at an air force base in Texas
There was chaos in the command center at this time.

Commander Holt McKenzie kicked over the desk with a price quote of 1000 million in front of him, and roared at the control console with a Texas accent mixed with the smell of sweat: “Fuck! Follow up with the satellite image, I need to know the specific situation of this plane!

Bitch!

His murderous eyes fiercely swept across the coordinates of Beverly Hills on the holographic projection, as if he could kill the rebellious steel behemoth through the screen.

This might be an accident that would put an end to his entire military career. If things went wrong, he might even end up in a military court!

The technical officer’s fingers tapped out sparks on the keyboard: “It will take another 37 seconds for the satellite to pass overhead, sir!”

“37 seconds is enough for that lunatic to plow Robbie’s estate into a graveyard!”

Holt pulled open the collar of his khaki military uniform, revealing a Lone Star flag tattoo beneath his collarbone.

His pupils reflected the flashing light of Vulture 3 on the radar screen – the B1-B was tearing through the Los Angeles night sky at a speed of 0.92 Mach, like a horse stabbed in the butt by a rider with a knife.

When the satellite footage finally cut in, Holt let out a desperate whimper from his throat, like a dying beast.

The MK-84’s mushroom cloud of smoke and dust was rising above Robbie’s Baroque manor, and as the smoke and dust rolled down, almost everything was shattered into dust.

Moreover, it wasn’t just the house that was affected, the surrounding area was also affected. After all, everyone knew the power of a 2000-pound aerial bomb.

“Shit, that son of a bitch Stone, I want him dead!”

He grabbed the mug that was priced at $10 and smashed it to the ground, leaving brown coffee stains on the marble tiles like a pile of sucked dog shit.

“No, I’m going to tear this son of a bitch into pieces with my missiles!”

The aide caught a glimpse of the bulging veins on the side of his neck. The last time Holt cursed like this was when he was questioned by the “hyenas in suits” on Capitol Hill after the accidental bombing of a civilian village in Iraq.

Air Force Base,

[Eagle Claw 1-1, Eagle Claw 2-1, emergency lift-off confirmed.]

[Ready to take off]

Two F16C fighter jets took off urgently, then climbed rapidly and disappeared in the west.

If someone makes a mistake, they will try to erase it before anyone else finds out, and then paint it with the color they want.

On the Eagle Talon 1-1, Jack Ryan chewed gum and rubbed his thumb over the joystick launch button repeatedly: “Jesus Christ, Bud, did you read the mission briefing?
We could probably take down that $7 million vulture?”

With the Eagle Claws 2-1, Bud Wilson’s Adam’s apple rolled: “What else?

Wait until it has people sign for all the remaining ‘Hell Express’?
You know, there are 2000 24-pound heavy hell bombs on it, and he just dropped one, so he still has 23!”

He yanked on the joystick, the scream of the F-16C’s engine drowning out his breathing: “And we have to fix this problem before those wimps in the White House get to know about it.

Otherwise, they will definitely ask us to drive this vulture out of the downtown area before they will issue the killing order…”

Jack pretended to be light-hearted and made a cold joke: “Oh, don’t!

If that madman turns right 3 degrees now, the next missile will hit the Staples Center!

I bet on the Lakers to win last week!”

Bud was silent for two seconds, then he laughed in a hoarse voice, which was even more unpleasant than crying: “You gambler…”

Suddenly the radar sounded an alarm. Bud took a look and was surprised to find: “Jack, I saw him!” Yes, Jack saw him too!
Jack’s voice trembled, “Holy shit! I saw it too, he was flying towards the base!”

Bud didn’t waste time talking to him, but asked directly: “Command, this is Eagle Claw, we saw Vulture 3 on the radar…”

He swallowed hard. This was not necessarily a good thing, because there were 2000 23-pound aerial bombs on the plane alone: ​​”Vulture 3 has turned around. Look at the direction it is flying…”

Commander Holt’s voice came over the communication: “Yes, the command center has also seen it and is trying to contact us.

You stay alert and wait for orders!
Stay close to him and be ready to fire!”

This out-of-control bomber has to fly back to the base. Who knows whether it is a blessing or a curse?
Fortunately, this is just a bomber. When bombing ground targets, it is like a god descending from the sky. However, once it encounters fighter jets, it is like a mouse meeting a cat.

Therefore, there will be no danger in letting the two F16Cs approach.

“Eagle Claw 1-1 understand!”

Soon, the two F-16s lowered their noses at the same time. Below the clouds, the perfect coating of the Vulture 3 was reflecting a hellish light.

Commander Holt still held on to the last glimmer of hope and wanted to contact any crew member of Vulture 3. He wanted to find out what was going on.

If there is a response, this $7 million aerial behemoth will be made to make an emergency stop at a small airport, all crew members will be controlled, and then someone else will fly it back.

Even if he had 100 courages now, he would not dare to let this aerial behemoth fly back to its current air base so steadily.

It’s the same reason. There were still 2000 23-pound aerial bombs left on that plane, as well as other precision-guided ground bombs…which are commonly known as air-to-ground missiles!

His eyes widened and he suddenly thought of something!
Vulture 3 bombed Robbie because he was targeting the target of this trip, the mysterious Eastern religious territory.

If the four crew members on the Vulture 3 were not infiltrated, then they just happened to be spies for the purple-robed archbishop.

Or another incredible thing is that someone controlled you while you were flying over.

Put yourself in someone else’s shoes!
If it was him, after controlling the entire crew and blowing up Robbie, if he still felt that it was not enough, then it would seem a normal reaction to blow up the military base again.

So since you can’t get in touch, there’s no need to wait!
“Eagle Claw 1-1, Eagle Claw 2-1, Vulture 3 still has poor communication, extremely dangerous.

Now I order you to shoot it down!”

Bud and Jack received the command from the headquarters at the same time: “Yes, sir!”

Then, one on the left and one on the right, they turned on the fire control radar and locked onto the Vulture 3 bomber.

In the cabin of the Vulture 3 bomber, the alarm locked by the radar suddenly sounded shrilly. Tian, ​​who was possessed by the main pilot, knew from the man’s physical instinct that there was danger!

So, he directly gave an order to defend with all his strength, and at the same time, launch an attack on the target!
When the two F16Cs each launched an AIM-3D air-to-air missile at the Vulture 120, after Tian’s order was given, the main pilot Stone Airold quickly activated the full-channel radar digital jamming system based on instinct the moment he detected the approaching missile, and released aluminum-magnesium decoy bombs and chaff jamming bombs.

And after doing all this, the A GM-158 JASSM stealth cruise missile was hung from the belly of the aircraft and launched instantly, targeting the target that had entered the 1000-kilometer strike range of this type of cruise missile, that is, the Texas National Guard Air Force Base.

“Sir, the Vulture 3 bomber launched an A GM-158 air-to-ground stealth cruise missile at us!”

Finished!

Commander Holt’s face turned pale. It was not that such a slow missile could not be intercepted, but that his own air force base was attacked by his own bombers. The nature of the attack was different!
I have been driven into a dead end!

(End of this chapter)