Even with the speed reduction, the Phantom 2000 covered the 40-kilometer distance very quickly.

Two fighter jets, one on the left and one on the right, followed the increasingly clear sound wave signal ahead.

According to the location given by the remote sensor, they were still 6 kilometers away from the stealthy Airbus A280.

Due to the limitations of the two new acoustic remote sensors on the fighter jets, in order for the two Mirage 2000s to accurately lock onto the target's location, they must follow the A280 horizontally, and the angle between the two aircraft cannot be too large.

In other words, they must maintain the same speed, with the two fighter jets only 100 meters apart.

"Only 15 seconds left. We're about to enter the machine gun's kilometer-long attack range. Franfi, are you ready?"

Colonel Leo's cold voice rang out on the Phantom 2000's communication channel.

"Don't worry, Colonel Leo, everything is ready!"

"Very good, attack countdown begins."

10

9

8

7

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3

2

"open......"

On Mirage 1, before Leo could even utter the final word "fire," he felt his plane crash into a soft, fluffy net.

With a top speed of over 500 meters per second, fighter jets cannot tolerate even the slightest obstacle in the air.

Sometimes, even running into a bird head-on can be fatal.

"God, what the hell is this?!"

Almost at the same time, Franfi, in wingman number 2, also exclaimed in surprise.

Before the two advanced Mirage 2000s could react effectively, they lost their balance high in the air.

If someone were to look down from high above with a god-like perspective, they would see that the two high-speed fighter jets suddenly lost speed and, in the blink of an eye, turned into two pitiful fish, plunging into an invisible net.

Then, they disappeared.

They have disappeared, both visually and on ground-based radar.

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Alto Seine Air Base.

At this moment, the ground command center was in complete chaos.

Commander Major General Zinell stared blankly at the radar screen where the signals of the two Mirage 2000 fighters had disappeared, his face ashen.

"General, multiple radar scans have confirmed that the signals from Mirage 1 and Mirage 2 have disappeared..."

"Report! Phantom 1 and 2 communication channels are blocked, unable to make contact!"

"Reporting to the General..."

Zinell reached up and grabbed his general's cap, slamming it onto the control panel with a "thud": "Investigate! Investigate thoroughly!"

"I refuse to believe that an A280 can turn into a UFO."

"Yes, General!"

At Commander Zinell's order, not only the ground command center, but the entire Upper Seine Air Base was thrown into chaos.

On the base runway, three Mirage 2000s, fully loaded with missiles, were ready for takeoff.

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In the rear cargo hold of the A280, Lin Dong withdrew his outstretched right hand and let out a long sigh of relief.

Although what just happened was dangerous, nothing unexpected occurred.

Just as he envisioned, the two Mirage 2000 fighters had to be within 1,000 meters of their attack range for their DEFA 554 30mm cannons to be effective.

Unfortunately, they ran into a net as soon as they entered the kilometer-wide area.

Yes, that is a net.

This net consists of more than 300 fishing nets of varying sizes, and if spread out in the air, it would have a diameter of 600 meters.

In the very center of the fishing net is a special fiber rope about a kilometer long.

What Lin Dong was holding in his right hand just now was this very rope.

However, to make the trap more concealed, he made the ropes and fishing nets invisible.

So when the two Mirage fighters crashed into the net, Boss Lin, sensing it, immediately took them, along with the fishing net, into his spatial storage.

Now, Lin Dong's space has two more advanced third-generation fighter jets.

The pilots inside the cabin had become two corpses.

The Space Gate can store supplies and keep them fresh indefinitely, but it cannot keep living things alive.

With his spatial abilities, Lin Dong could kill someone with ease, leaving no trace whatsoever—simply by storing the person in his spatial storage.

However, this makes killing less fun and less ritualistic.

Besides, our Boss Lin is a bit stubborn. He can use the space to store supplies, but he feels uncomfortable putting too many human corpses in it.

With the danger over, Lin Dong was in high spirits.

Unexpectedly, the fishing net I designed on a whim six months ago caught two great white sharks on its very first try!

There are many more strangely shaped nets like these in Lin Dong's space.

There are all kinds of materials, big and small, and long and short ropes.

......

Nine seconds have passed.

Xiao Rong's heart was pounding so hard it felt like it was about to jump out of her throat.

She listened carefully to the sounds coming from below, and the hissing sound gradually faded away.

Lin Dong appears to be closing the rear cargo door that connects to the aircraft.

"Mr. Lin?" Xiao Rong asked tentatively, "Are you alright?"

"Don't worry, I'm fine," Lin Dong's voice came through. "The net is in, and we caught two big fish."

Xiao Rong was overjoyed, and her only worry was relieved.

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