An Lan gave Lu Fan a reproachful look, lightly punched his shoulder with her fist, and said in feigned anger, "Don't jinx it! There can't be that many monsters. You're just imagining things!"

Even so, the two of them unconsciously slowed their pace and cautiously entered the cockpit.

The moment you step inside, a mixture of metallic antiquity and unknown mystery hits you, as if the dust of time has settled in this enclosed space for a long time.

The cabin wasn't large, with two seats standing quietly. On one of them sat a skeleton dressed in a black flight suit. The sight was so jarring that the two people jumped back a large step in fright.

An Lan immediately shrank behind Lu Fan.

"Holy crap!"

Lu Fan was also startled and almost kicked out as a reflex, but fortunately he had a strong mentality and quickly calmed down.

He subconsciously looked around, and when he saw the clear and conspicuous Chinese national emblem on the skeleton's clothes, he was instantly stunned.

The tension that had been building up inside him eased like a bowstring being released, and he breathed a long sigh of relief.

An Lan also noticed this detail, frowned slightly, and asked with a puzzled look, "Why does he have Chinese symbols on him?"

Lu Fan stroked his chin, his eyes sparkling with contemplation, and speculated wildly, "Could it be a parallel world? Maybe in this world, there also exists a China that is extremely similar to ours!"

“That’s very possible. You can’t find such a primitive and uninhabited place on Earth now,” An Lan agreed.

As the two discussed in hushed tones, Lu Fan, unable to suppress his curiosity, slowly moved to another seat.

The moment he settled into his seat, that familiar yet cold electronic voice rang in his ears again: "Initiate self-check procedure?"

Without hesitation, Lu Fan responded loudly and with great energy: "Begin the self-inspection!"

The electronic voice paused briefly, as if the long-dormant T-60 fighter jet also needed time to fully awaken from its slumber. Then, it spoke slowly and deliberately.

"The T60 airframe was severely damaged, and the right engine suffered a serious blow with a damage rate of up to 87%, rendering it unable to take off and with less than 0.1% of its energy remaining."

Upon hearing the news, Lu Fan's excitement was instantly replaced by disappointment, and his originally straight back slumped slightly, unable to hide his disappointment.

However, his innate curiosity quickly overcame his disappointment, and he eagerly inquired, "What are the specifications of this aircraft?"

As soon as he finished speaking, a screen emitting a faint blue light unfolded in front of him out of thin air.

A sleek, futuristic airplane model slowly emerges, with detailed data on each part displayed one by one.

The fighter jet's shape resembles a dart ready to be launched, exuding a sharp and imposing aura. Every design element seems to proclaim its power and sophistication.

Lu Fan's eyes widened, his face filled with shock, and he muttered to himself, "These data are simply outrageous! It's no exaggeration to say that they completely crush all the fighter jets in the world right now."

Furthermore, the introduction also mentioned that this aircraft has a self-repair function when it has sufficient energy.

This means that as long as there is a sufficient energy supply, it can continuously repair the damage it has suffered and always maintain a good combat state.

At the same time, the live stream chat room completely exploded.

"What kind of high-tech fighter jet is this? It's ridiculously powerful!"

"Parallel worlds are confirmed! This is amazing!"

"Could it be that China has already conquered the world? Their strength is terrifying!"

Even some high-level researchers in China couldn't help but express their admiration after seeing these data.

An elderly professor with gray hair, who had dedicated many years to the field of aviation, was so excited that his hands trembled slightly. He slammed his hand on the table with a "thud," his voice trembling.

"If we could obtain the engineering blueprints for this aircraft, China's fighter jet technology would likely be decades ahead of the world! This would be an absolute breakthrough in the aviation field!"

The two quickly recovered from their shock and began to carefully examine the various devices and instrument panels in the cockpit, trying to uncover more information about the aircraft.

While searching, Lu Fan found a uniquely shaped black box on the control panel.

Lu Fan picked it up out of curiosity, but to his surprise, the box seemed to have been activated, and a blue light shot out from a small hole, slowly condensing into a human figure in the air.

Lu Fan and An Lan stared wide-eyed, both curious and nervous.

The figure had a typical East Asian face and looked very young. He was sitting in the driver's seat, with some dried bloodstains on his face, giving him a tragic and heroic air.

He slowly removed his helmet, his movements somewhat sluggish, and then slowly spoke, his voice hoarse and weary, yet revealing a deep-seated determination.

"I am Peng Siqi, pilot of the T-60 fighter jet, serial number 007. During this mission, I encountered a fierce counterattack from the United States and its allies. They dispatched their most advanced fighter jet formation to try to intercept me and prevent me from defending my country's airspace."

At this point, a hint of pride appeared on Peng Siqi's face, and his eyes gleamed: "In the fierce air battle, I successfully shot down three American coalition fighter jets thanks to the superior performance of the T-60."

Their so-called ace pilots are no match for the T-60. The T-60's speed, maneuverability, and powerful weapon system gave me a certain advantage on the battlefield.

Those American pilots probably never imagined that they would be so utterly helpless against Chinese fighter jets.

"But two fists can't fight four hands; their fighter jets outnumbered us and their firepower was too overwhelming. My T-60 was also severely damaged in the battle; its right engine was hit, its energy system was severely damaged, and it lost its ability to return to base. I tried my best to control the fighter jet and find a safe place to make an emergency landing, but..."

Peng Siqi's eyes revealed a hint of helplessness and resentment, and his voice gradually lowered.

"I know I won't be able to go back alive. In my final moments, I want to ask the organization to make proper arrangements for my wife and children."

My wife has always silently supported my career and taken care of everything at home. My child is still so young, and I haven't had a chance to properly accompany him as he grows up..."

Peng Siqi's voice was choked with emotion. He paused for a long time, trying to calm himself down, before continuing.

"But I have no regrets. As a Chinese pilot, it is my mission to fight for the dignity and honor of the country. I used the powerful capabilities of the T-60 to prove to the world China's determination to defend its territory. Even if I sacrifice myself here, I believe that China will definitely be able to repel all the invaders and drive them all out, just like back then."

Finally, Peng Siqi remained silent for a moment, took a deep breath, and shouted with all his might, "I don't know if my last words will be found, but I believe that the glory of China will never be extinguished! No matter what difficulties and challenges we encounter in the future, our national spirit will be passed down from generation to generation, and will never cease to thrive!"

May the flame of humanity burn eternally.