Chapter 70: Shoot down the plane with one shot?
"Bang!"
A muffled gunshot shattered the tranquility of the courtyard.
Lin Jianguo's lunging body froze in mid-air.
He watched helplessly as a red signal flare, trailing an inconspicuous plume of smoke, wobbled and floated into the sky.
"My little darling..."
Lin Jianguo grabbed Zhao Di and quickly checked her to see if she had been injured by the recoil.
He breathed a sigh of relief after confirming that his daughter was alright, followed by a wave of lingering fear and helplessness.
"You're not allowed to touch this again! Understand?"
"What if you hurt yourself?"
Zhao Di blinked her eyes and pointed innocently at the sky.
"But Father, I swatted a mosquito."
Lin Jianguo looked up at the sky.
That signal flare has long since disappeared.
He shook his head with a wry smile.
"Silly girl, those mosquitoes are 20,000 meters in the air."
"This is just a signal gun; it's lucky if it can shoot two hundred meters."
"Listen to me, let's go inside and eat some candy."
The guards and workers passing by smiled kindly.
Everyone thought it was just a child playing around without any understanding.
Who would believe that a signal flare could shoot down a plane at an altitude of 20,000 meters?
Isn't that nonsense?
Even science fiction wouldn't dare to write something like this.
However.
Above the physical laws of this world, there is something called a "system".
The red signal flare, after flying several hundred meters, should have been exhausted and falling.
But it didn't.
With the system's [ultra-long-range guidance buff]...
It suddenly became incredibly energetic, as if it had been injected with adrenaline.
A strange blue flame spewed from its tail (although it was almost invisible to the naked eye).
The speed increased instantly!
Moreover, it seemed to have a soul, and eyes.
It no longer follows a gravitational parabola.
Instead, it locked onto the smug heat source above the clouds.
"Whoosh—"
It was like a miniature intercontinental ballistic missile, piercing the atmosphere and soaring into the sky!
at this time.
At an altitude of 20,000 meters.
Jack had just finished a photoshoot and was in a great mood.
"Are these rabbits really building a ship? That pile of scrap metal looks ridiculous."
He hummed a song as he prepared to return home.
Just then.
Out of the corner of his eye, he suddenly caught a glimpse of what appeared to be a red light rapidly approaching from below.
"What is that...?"
Jack hadn't finished speaking.
The red dot magnified rapidly in his retina.
quick!
That's too fast!
It's so fast it completely defies aerodynamics!
"Fuck! What the hell is this?!"
Jack pulled the joystick in terror, trying to avoid it.
But that red dot of light was like a ghostly shadow stuck to his eyeball; no matter how he moved, he couldn't shake it off.
Three seconds.
Just three seconds.
The signal flare, which was originally only used to indicate the location, pierced the air intake of the left engine of the U-2 reconnaissance plane with perfect accuracy!
"boom!"
Although the explosive power of the signal flare is not great.
But in a high-speed turbo engine, this tiny foreign object can be a deadly disaster!
The leaf shattered instantly.
The engine caught fire.
The powerless plane began to shake violently and spun as it plummeted toward the ground.
"Mayday! Mayday!"
"I've been hit! I've been hit by some kind of mysterious weapon!"
"My God! That's a red fireball!"
Jack desperately sent out a final distress signal, then yanked the ejection handle shut.
"Bang!"
The parachute opened at high altitude.
Jack hung from the parachute, watching his priceless vehicle turn into a fireball and plummet to the ground.
I was completely stunned.
Only three ultimate philosophical questions are on my mind:
who I am?
Where am I?
Why can something that looks like a firework fly 20,000 meters?!
On the ground.
Southern Fleet Command.
The dot of light on the radar screen suddenly disappeared.
"Report! Target...target has disappeared!"
The radar operator's voice trembled.
"Disappeared? Flew away?"
Zhao Tiezhu scratched his hair in frustration.
"No...it didn't fly away."
The radar operator swallowed hard and pointed at the chaotic jumble of noise on the screen.
"Yes... it crashed."
"The trajectory shows that it is falling at an extremely high speed!"
"and……"
"It's right in the shallow waters near our shipyard!"
quiet.
A deathly silence.
Zhao Tiezhu's teacup fell to the ground with a "clatter".
What did you say?
"It fell down?"
"We didn't do anything, and it just fell down by itself?"
"Could it be that the pilot drank too much and crashed headfirst?"
Everyone looked at each other, feeling as if they were listening to gibberish.
Just then, the shipyard called.
Lin Jianguo answered the phone.
"Hello? Commander Zhao?"
"I am Lin Jianguo."
"Um... there's something I'd like to report to you."
"My daughter Zhaodi was playing with a flare gun just now, and it seems... it seems she actually knocked that big guy down."
"The pilot parachuted and landed right in the coconut tree outside our yard."
"So...should we arrest this person, or arrest him?"
Zhao Tiezhu's hand holding the receiver froze in mid-air.
His jaw slowly, little by little, dislocated.
flare gun?
Shoot down the U-2?
What kind of ridiculous plot is this?
He turned his head and looked at the four big characters "Believe in Science" hanging on the wall.
Suddenly, I felt that these four words were a bit too much for me.
"Grasp!"
Zhao Tiezhu let out a roar like a wild beast.
"Capture him alive!"
"I want to see with my own eyes which deity blasted it down!"
Half an hour later.
Jack was brought before Zhao Tiezhu, bound hand and foot.
The ace pilot who was just drinking coffee in the air is now covered in dust, and his clothes are torn by tree branches.
His eyes were filled with a blank stare and a sense of existential doubt.
"Tell me! What secret weapon did you use?"
Is it a laser weapon? Or an electromagnetic cannon?
Jack looked at Zhao Tiezhu and screamed in despair.
"That thing can turn! It really can turn!"
Zhao Tiezhu looked at the ordinary signal gun in his hand.
Then she looked at Zhao Di, who was squatting next to her, munching on a wafer biscuit with a "I'm very well-behaved" expression on her face.
His lips twitched violently.
A secret weapon?
Is this our secret weapon?
A three-and-a-half-year-old toddler who masturbated while trying to get a cookie?
"I'm not going to believe your nonsense..."
Zhao Tiezhu muttered to himself.
He felt that if anyone told him again that the world was materialistic, he would be in trouble.
He then shoved the signal flare into the man's mouth.
This is clearly magical realism!
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