MTL - Start with Psychologist-Chapter 746

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Time passed little by little.

Over the Pacific Ocean, the plane passed by, and the roar spread far away.

The distance between the two is getting closer.

One hour

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Two hours and three hours later.

Robert's phone rang.

He connected immediately.

"I'm Robert!"

The other end of the phone urgently said: "Major General Robert! Abel has been found!"

"He was knocked out and **** in the warehouse!"

Hearing these words, Robert's expression changed.

He glanced at David subconsciously, and spit out softly: "Order the fighter plane, launch the guided missile immediately, and make sure to shoot down that bomber!"

"yes!"

At this moment, he has completely believed in David's deduction.

The person flying the plane is Fang Ze! Robert never imagined that one day he would be teased to such an extent.

Tens of thousands of people besieged the city, and all departments participated in the search and arrest.

In the end, Fang Ze actually let this guy slip away under his nose.

And he did a great job of assisting.

This is a great shame! He has only one thought now: Fang Ze must not be allowed to return to China alive! The Pacific Ocean will be his grave.

Seeing Robert's order, David, who had been waiting anxiously, finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, the time came.

It's only been four hours, Fang Ze can't run away.

No matter how fast a bomber is, it can't compare to a fighter jet.

Whether it is speed or combat power between the two, they are not of the same order of magnitude.

At the same time, David was also afraid for a moment.

Fortunately, Fang Ze is not driving a 2 fighter.

Otherwise, they could only watch Fang Ze helplessly, and fly back to Huaxia in his own plane.

At that time, not only was he not caught, but a plane worth 200 million yuan was lost, that would be a big joke.

At this time, over the Pacific Ocean.

Fang Ze drove the plane across a sea area.

At some point, he turned around abruptly.

At the end of the line of sight, two clear flames flickered in the distance, at an extremely fast speed.

"Did you find it?"

Fang Ze narrowed his eyes and didn't care.

The speed of the guided missile is about 3,000 kilometers per hour.

And he is now less than a thousand kilometers away from the missile.

In other words, it won't be long before the missile catches up to itself.

It's a precisely positioned homing missile, and it's hard to dodge.

No matter how superb his driving skills are, there is nothing he can do about it.

Wanting to break the situation, only Fang Ze's expression darkened, and after a cold snort, he suddenly turned the plane around! "The target started to turn around, and the motive is unknown."

"See, prepare to fight."

Two 2 fighter jets immediately spotted Fang Ze's movements on the radar.

Fang Ze didn't care about the two fighter jets, his eyes were always on the incoming missiles.

The distance between the two is rapidly decreasing.

five hundred kilometers.

four hundred kilometers

one hundred kilometers

fifty kilometers.

When the distance was reduced to 50 kilometers, Fang Ze raised his hand and decisively pressed a button.

That's the button that pops.

This bomber is equipped with more than just bombs.

In addition to bombs, there are air-to-surface missiles and six-barreled machine guns.

Although the combat effectiveness is not as good as the 22 fighter jets, it is by no means empty-handed.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Several missiles sprayed flames and flew across the sky

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Chapter 617 Escort Major General Fang, Return Safely! 【1】

over the Pacific Ocean.

The tail flame of the missile is like a shooting star, passing through the sky at an altitude of 10,000 meters.

Fang Ze didn't change the course, but rushed directly to the guided missiles that were coming.

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