The massive wing-body structure of the "Shadow" prototype was completed and fully assembled amidst the deafening roar of riveting guns in the final assembly workshop!

The excitement in the workshop reached its peak, and the workers' shouts were deafening.

Mingzhao stood on the elevated platform, his cool gaze sweeping over the area where the docking had been successfully completed. After confirming everything was in order, he was about to issue the next command...

Woo-woo—! Woo-woo—! Woo-woo—!

The air raid siren, piercing to the bone, blared without warning throughout the entire base!

A sharp buzzing sound pierced through the thick mountain rocks and stabbed into everyone's eardrums!

moment!

All the sounds in the final assembly workshop seemed to be choked by an invisible hand!

The riveting gun misfired! The crane stopped! The welding torch went out!

All the workers and technicians were frozen in place, their postures unchanged from the previous second. They stiffly looked up in the direction from which the alarm sounded—the radar early warning center deep within the base!

A chilling fear and overwhelming rage, born from the instinct of war, swept through the entire workshop in an instant, like a tangible cold wave!

The fighting spirit that had just been burning was instantly frozen solid by the alarm! Everyone's expression changed!

On the elevated platform, Mingzhao's movements froze instantly.

She turned her head sharply, her cold gaze piercing through the workshop's skylight!

Warning! And it's the highest level air raid warning!

What it means is self-evident!

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Deep underground within the base lies the radar command center, codenamed "Eagle Eye."

On the huge radar screen, glaring red dots, like drops of ink in clear water, were flashing and moving arrogantly in the airspace belonging to northwestern China!

Altitude: XX meters! Speed: Mach XX! Characteristic signal... Highly consistent with the US "Falcon" reconnaissance aircraft that previously caused devastating losses!

"Target confirmed! American 'Falcon'! Intruding into our XX airspace! Heading straight for the perimeter of the base!"

The radar operator's voice was distorted with anger and tension as he reported at the top of his lungs.

"Damn it! Here we go again!"

On the command console, Regiment Commander Wu, who was in charge of the base's air defense, slammed his fist on the control panel, his eyes bloodshot and veins bulging on his forehead.

The images of the tragic sacrifice from last time flooded my mind instantly, and the deep-seated hatred almost burst out of my chest!

"Order!"

Regiment Commander Wu's voice roared like a wounded lion, filled with a desperate frenzy: "Air defense positions! Level one combat readiness! Anti-aircraft guns, aim! Missiles warmed up! Ready to fire at any moment!"

"Fighter squadrons! Take off immediately! Eagle Nest 01, 02, 03, 04! Immediately! Shoot it down! At all costs! Blow it down!"

His roar echoed in the command center, every word imbued with grief, indignation, and humiliation.

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Hundreds of kilometers above the base, in the stratosphere.

Below, a sea of ​​leaden-gray clouds rolled in, and the unobstructed sunlight poured down, giving a streamlined fighter jet painted with gray-white camouflage a cold metallic sheen.

With its sharp nose, massive twin tails, and signature side air intakes, this is none other than the US's newest high-altitude, high-speed "Falcon"!

Inside the cockpit, Captain Mike Logan, the ace pilot codenamed "Vulture," chewed gum with a relaxed yet arrogant smile on his face.

Wearing sunglasses, he leisurely surveyed the vast land of China below, as if strolling in his own backyard.

"The vulture calls to the eagle's nest, the vulture calls to the eagle's nest."

He spoke lazily into the communicator, his voice tinged with mockery.

"Clear skies and good visibility over the target area. The little rabbits seem to be still sleeping in? Over."

A similarly relaxed laugh came through the headset from the command center at the rear:

"Roger that, Vulture. Maintain course and proceed with the 'sightseeing' mission as planned. Be careful, there might be a few annoying little bees near the rabbit burrow, don't get stung. Over."

"A little bee?"

Logan chuckled and ran his finger across the advanced radar display screen, which was completely empty.

"Those outdated MiGs? They can't even smell my exhaust! Over."

He whistled contentedly, enjoying the thrill of being above his opponent's airspace and in control of everything.

The mountains below looked to him like a sand table waiting to be explored.

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Field airfield outside the base.

Four silver-gray J-X fighter jets (based on the MiG-21) shot off like arrows, trailing long plumes of flame as they pierced the morning mist and soared into the sky amidst the deafening roar of their engines!

The team leader was none other than Zhao Tiezhu, who had miraculously survived serious injuries last time and has now recovered and returned to the team!

Inside the cockpit, his resolute face was expressionless, except for his eyes, which burned with the flames of revenge and the determination to face death!

"Eagle Nest 01 calling tower, Eagle Nest team has taken off! Heading XXX, climbing!"

Zhao Tiezhu's voice was as cold as iron.

"Tower received! Target bearing XXX, altitude XX, speed XX! Radar signature synchronized! Eagle Nest 01, attention! The enemy has an advantage in both altitude and speed! Extremely strong electronic jamming! Exercise extreme caution! Repeat, exercise extreme caution!"

The tower controller's voice was filled with worry and sorrow.

"Eagle's Nest 01 understands!" Zhao Tiezhu's voice was resolute. "For Wang Hai! For Li Weiguo! For... no more sacrifices! Brothers, follow me! Bit it to death!"

The other pilots responded through the communicator, their anger and resolve to die palpable.

Four silver warplanes, like moths drawn to a flame, relentlessly swooped down on the "Falcon" that held an absolute advantage in altitude and speed!

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