Baidi fighter jets parked in exhibition hall? Who leaked this!

“Buzz——!!”

The low-frequency sound of an engine running.

Immediately it began to ring in the center of No. 7 Open Square!

"This, this, this, what's going on!!"

This sound.

Mr. Meng, Mr. Li and others present are the most familiar!

How many years have they been dealing with fighters?

This is fun.

It is the unique sound made when a real fighter engine is started!

Lao Li violently slapped Mr. Meng next to him, staring at his eyes, as if he had seen a ghost.

"Lao Meng! Lao Meng!"

"What the hell is going on?!"

"What the hell is this!"

Mr. Meng only felt that his shoulders were about to be knocked apart by Mr. Li.

Immediately, he lost his temper and stared unblinkingly at the "White Emperor Fighter" in the center of No. 7 Open Air Square in the distance.

"Is it possible..."

"This is ridiculous! Is it true?"

Mr. Li: "!!!"

After hearing what Mr. Meng said, Mr. Li's brain almost shut down!

Then he bared his teeth and said:

"impossible!"

"Even if there is a more mysterious research institution than ours, it is impossible to build the Baidi fighter without our complete knowledge."

At this time, Commissioner Song stood up and said, "Is it possible that you just want to hear the sound?"

Everyone heard this.

Reason also returned a little bit.

Think about it too.

How is it possible that there is really a real fighter jet parked above the exhibition hall of the air show?

"Fuck! Fuck!"

"Chief Lin! Mr. Meng! Mr. Li!!"

"I'm prompting the energy response team to start charging."

"It is estimated that the vertical takeoff will start in one minute."

"besides."

"The current default vertical take-off altitude for Baidi fighter jets is 15,000 meters."

"I, I, what on earth should I do here!"

"Is it really about to take off?"

Mr. Li: "..."

Mr. Meng: "..."

The two fell silent.

"Could it be...a prank by some research institution?"

Mr. Meng pondered for a few seconds, and finally reason prevailed.

and.

Sixth-generation fighter jets are not something you can just build.

"Is it a prank..."

After hearing what Elder Meng said, Mr. Li on the side had an imperceptible trace of disappointment on his face.

Although, reason is also telling Mr. Li.

This is simply impossible.

However, in Mr. Li's heart, he naturally longs for the success of sixth-generation fighters!

because!

Whoever masters the sixth-generation fighter will have absolute air supremacy!

In recent years, Xia Guo has not been idle in his research on sixth-generation aircraft.

And the eagle sauces on the other side of the ocean are naturally even less likely to be idle!

The two sides have already been secretly competing for countless times!

"well……"

"Think about it, just take off vertically..."

"I also want to ascend vertically to the airspace of 15,000 meters..."

Mr. Li gave a bitter smile, and his heartbeat gradually began to calm down.

Climb vertically to an altitude of 15,000 meters?

How brutal an engine would that be? !

"Fuck!"

"Chief Lin! Something's wrong! Something's very wrong!"

"I always feel...this thing under my feet! It seems to be real!"

And at this moment.

Zhang Heng, who was in the cockpit of the Baidi fighter, looked at the orderly prompts in front of him.

The heart was also raised to the throat.

"Beep! Baidi fighter system prompts:"

"The injection port of the hypervector engine begins to change direction."

"Bit! The double-wing maneuver begins to unfold."

"Bit! Current angle rotation: 2 degrees."

"Bit! The engine energy is charged to 77%."

"Bit! The engine energy is charged to 80%."

"drop!……"

As charging proceeds.

The huge engine nozzle at the tail of the Baidi fighter plane.

It also started to change direction!

He began to point the black jet towards the ground of the square below!

"Lao Meng! Lao Meng!"

"Look!"

"The engine nozzle at the tail of the Baidi fighter!"

"It actually turned to the ground!"

Mr. Li on the edge of the square saw this scene.

The heartbeat that had calmed down suddenly jumped to one hundred and two!

Engine turning! !

Although it is not a very difficult technology.

but!

It's impossible to install an engine steering device on one of your special exhibition aircrafts, right? !

"I saw it! I saw it!"

Mr. Meng on the side also began to tremble.

Then, he took the military walkie-talkie from Lin Guojin's hand.

Pressing the button, he quickly asked:

"How long until departure?"

Zhang Heng did not dare to neglect. He took a look at the countdown remaining and immediately replied: "There are less than 20 seconds left!"

"Okay!" Mr. Meng's throat squirmed twice.

"Regardless of whether it's true or false! Zhang Heng! You've got a hold of it!"

"Yes! Mr. Meng!" Zhang Heng in the cockpit of the Baidi fighter also took a deep breath!

With his strong physical fitness, Zhang Heng quickly adjusted his mentality!

Then, his eyes were fixed on the remaining seconds of the "engine start countdown"!

"Be sensible, Mr. Meng, be sensible!"

Commissioner Song looked at Mr. Meng, whose breathing began to become a little heavy.

Then he took a step forward and spoke quickly.

"Huhu..." Mr. Meng nodded with difficulty.

Then look at Mr. Li next to him.

Looking at Mr. Li's longing eyes, Mr. Meng already knew that Mr. Li had completely lost his mind at this moment.

Thinking of this, Mr. Meng once again forced his reason to take over!

mischief!

right!

This must be a prank done by some mysterious institute!

That must be it!

"How many seconds are left!"

The next second, Mr. Meng asked through the intercom.

"Report!"

"10 seconds left!"

"9 seconds!"

"8 seconds!"

Following Zhang Heng's sonorous and powerful report.

Lin Guojin, Mr. Li, Mr. Meng and others all had their hearts in their throats!

"Keep your wits about you!"

"Keep your wits about you!!"

Mr. Meng kept mumbling.

However, his eyes were fixed on the crawling Baidi fighter in the center of No. 7 Open Square!

"7 seconds!"

"6 seconds!"

"5 seconds!"

"4 seconds!"

into the walkie-talkie in hand.

Zhang Heng's voice is echoing!

The palms of Meng Lao and others were already sweating.

They are waiting for a miracle!

An absolutely impossible...miracle!

"3 seconds!"

"2 seconds!"

"1 second!"

"start up!!!"

In the cockpit of the Baidi fighter jet.

Zhang Heng shouted the word "start" excitedly!

However.

The next second.

The buzzing sound of the engine at the tail of the Baidi fighter jet disappeared without a trace in an instant.

It's like nothing happened.

After two seconds of silence.

Mr. Meng suddenly laughed bitterly at himself.

"Sure enough...just listening..."

However!

When the word "ring" in Mr. Meng's mouth had not yet made a sound.

An engine roared more ferociously than before!

Suddenly the sound echoed throughout the Jiangcheng Air Show! !

“Buzz!!!”

The next moment!

A dazzling hot flame!

Instantly, it spurted out from the tail of the White Emperor fighter jet in the center of Square No. 7! !

"boom--!!!!"

The sound of engine spray, at this moment!

Like a dragon roaring!

It exploded in the ears of Mr. Meng and others!

Like thunder! !

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