Changkong Fighter

Chapter 104 Liu Jun's Mission

"Eh? Comrade Liu Jun, do you know the senior sister?" Wang Jian looked at Liu Jun in surprise. He didn't feel that the senior sister was smiling at him.

Liu Jun looked at Song Xizhu who walked out of the cafeteria with a tray of food. She had dark circles under her eyes.

"I've met Comrade Song Xizhu a few times at sea. Isn't she eating here?"

"I don't have time. My senior sister is in charge of laser search radar research. It's very stressful. She stays in the office every day and works at least 18 hours a day."

"It's not just her. Several other key players haven't left the office at all. We'll be the same once the equipment arrives."

"Thank you for your hard work." Liu Jun said seriously.

Without the efforts of these scientific researchers, pilots would be powerless.

"It's not hard. We're just tired physically. The pilots are fighting tooth and nail! Mr. Qian said we should eliminate all problems on the ground. Missiles can't take off with any doubts, and the same goes for fighter jets!"

After having a good meal and a drink, Liu Jun took a short rest. At 13:30 PM, he used his work badge to open the elevator and went up to the top floor.

Hey~
The elevator opened to both sides. Liu Jun looked at the clean floor, his eyes swept towards the surveillance camera with a red dot at the end of the corridor, and followed the signs to find the person in charge's office.

After checking the time again to make sure he had arrived at work, he knocked on the office door. The person in charge here, Mr. Zhou, is quite old and inevitably lacks energy, so he usually takes a nap at noon.

dong dong dong~
After knocking three times, Liu Jun waited for a moment before the door creaked open and a girl in work clothes appeared behind it. "Comrade, who are you looking for?"

"Hello, my name is Liu Jun, reporting in."

Hearing Liu Jun's words, the girl's eyes flashed. She looked at Liu Jun with curiosity and opened the door: "This way, please, Teacher Zhou is waiting for you."

Entering the spacious office, the girl led Liu Jun to the window, where they saw an old man looking towards the Pacific Ocean.

"Teacher Zhou and Comrade Liu Jun have arrived."

Hearing this, the old man in the Zhongshan suit turned around and looked at Liu Jun, looked him up and down, and a kind smile appeared on his face.

"I didn't expect you to be younger than I thought. Please sit down."

"Yes."

Teacher Zhou looked at Liu Jun, who was a little uncomfortable, and laughed. He poured Liu Jun a glass of water and placed it in front of him. Then he sat opposite him and pounded his leg: "Don't be so reserved. This is not the army. I am just a title. I still have to rely on you young people."

As he was speaking, the office door slammed open and Teacher Zhou's secretary left. Only he and Teacher Zhou were left in the room. Teacher Zhou took out a red-headed document from the drawer and handed it to Liu Jun.

Liu Jun took the document and read it carefully. It contained almost all the intelligence he had analyzed during the battle with the alien civilization's aircraft. It also included a large number of high-definition details of the alien aircraft and an analysis of its performance, especially the symbol on the Type 2. The two Type 2 aircraft were exactly the same.

Finally, he glanced at the person who signed the order and was stunned, then looked up at Mr. Zhou.

Liu Jun didn't know what to call the old man. After thinking for a moment, he called him Teacher Zhou. "Teacher Zhou? Who is this?" "That's a good name, I like it." Mr. Zhou was very happy with Liu Jun's address. "We transferred you back this time because we have a task we want you to do. The risk assessment is very high, and the think tank believes you are the most suitable person. Of course, we won't force you to do anything. It depends on your personal wishes."

Liu Jun put down the documents and looked at Mr. Zhou with a firm gaze: "I guarantee that the task will be completed!"

Teacher Zhou laughed, his expression full of relief, and a hint of apology flashed across his face. To be honest, Liu Jun was an only child. According to the tradition of the University of Tokyo, only children should be avoided as much as possible when assigned to dangerous tasks, but sometimes, there was no choice.

"Xiao Liu, what do you think of alien civilizations?"

Looking back on these two times, Liu Jun's most immediate feeling was one of disharmony. No matter how biased the development of a civilization was, it couldn't possibly be so different. "I think the inconsistency between their technology and performance has reasons we don't understand."

"Yes, it's inconsistent. Furthermore, we don't understand them at all, which makes us passive. We don't understand what they want or why they are so aggressive. We want to understand them, and the best way is to capture them individually. You should be familiar with Type 2."

"I've fought it twice." Liu Jun said.

"Yes, the second time. According to the intelligence summary and think tank's analysis, it was heading for you. That's why it didn't take the Type 1 alone and even went to observe the MiG-29's cockpit. Moreover, after discovering the J-15S, it went straight to the Flying Shark. All the reactions of the Type 2 prove that there is an intelligent creature inside."

"this?"

As the saying goes, those involved are often confused, while those who are on the sidelines can see more clearly. After hearing what Mr. Zhou said, Liu Jun finally realized that maybe it really was coming for him this time, but he had just changed the aircraft, from the J15S to the J15T. But did this alien also have a desire to win? Did he want to redeem himself after being shot down last time?

"So we plan to set a trap and capture it! You need to act alone. The enemy will likely come after you again. All this has a prerequisite: you must defeat it again in combat."

Listening to Mr. Zhou's words, Liu Jun understood his superiors' plan: to set a trap and use him as bait to lure the alien.

"Why not use more planes to surround the enemy, which would be more reliable?" Liu Jun asked again.

"Do you remember the Indian missile launch? When the Indian MiG-29K approached, the Type 2 showed signs of disengagement. The enemy was intelligent, and it would assess its situation, learn, and improve."

After the last combat record came back, the experts reviewed it frame by frame more than ten times, and restored it through the images collected by EODAS. They determined that the Type 2 showed signs of intending to disengage after the Indian aircraft appeared, but it entered the scissors maneuver with Liu Jun and was unable to disengage.

"We don't know if the enemy has any cultural customs or traditions. Would outnumbering them trigger a counterproductive stress response, escalating the conflict? Based on our previous analysis, the Type 2 is learning from you. For comprehensive considerations, the wingman will not participate in the battle. Comrade Liu Jun, it's up to you!"

"I understand. My mission is to shoot him down and then take the opportunity to capture the life capsule." Liu Jun felt a little more pressure on his shoulders.

"Yes, if you have any difficulties or concerns, you can tell the organization."

Teacher Zhou turned around and looked at Liu Jun, then sat back down in his chair. He reached out and tapped his leg. Noticing Liu Jun staring at his knee, he said slowly, "It's an old problem. When I was beating the monkey, there were a few shrapnel stuck in it, and I can't get them out."

"No difficulty, I guarantee you'll complete the task!"

"You, if you're truly unsure, disengage. Your wingman will provide support. Return alive. This is my personal order to you!"

(End of this chapter)