Changkong Fighter

Chapter 211 Are there any masters?

2025, October.

The weather at the seaside is usually pleasant, with cloudless blue skies and bright but not scorching sunshine.

The sea breeze blows gently and the waves gently hit the beach, giving people a sense of tranquility and peace. However, thousands of miles away, humans are fighting against alien civilizations in the Pacific Ocean.

The first island chain is like a sea wall, blocking the smoke of war.

Liu Jun stood on the beach and looked at the Liaoning which was undergoing maintenance in the distance. The war in the Middle East ended briefly, and he was transferred back to China for repairs. His current number of kills has reached 80 after many battles.

80 aircraft are already equivalent to the air force of a small country. However, Liu Jun does not want to be promoted in rank. He is now a captain. If he continues to be promoted, once he becomes a colonel, he will probably have to leave the front line.

Fortunately, his superiors had no intention of promoting him, so he was happy not to mention it.

Looking at the series of numbers in the bank account and the cold balance in local currency, the kindness of the rich man is simple and direct without any pretense.

I first placed an order for a smart driving car for my family and bought a new car for my dad. After buying a new household robot from a certain company, I looked at all the zeros and decided to keep them all for my parents.

After another week of rest, Liu Jun will go to a certain island to see his "alien friend". Some top-secret information given to him by his superiors shows that the alien Squidward has become autistic since he was locked behind tempered glass.

However, some experts at the University of Tokyo seem to show it videos of Type 2 combat that they shot down every day. It is said that Rupa's reaction is like a fart spirit whose toes have been stepped on, and his words are indignant.

The skin on its body changed color drastically, and then it twisted out complex symbols with its tentacles, looking very angry.

Translated into human language: [Come on, Jian Baicheng]

Looking at the agile Lupa in the records, and recalling my own battle with Type 2, their intelligence is definitely more than that!
He hoped that he could pry open Lupa's mouth. He also wanted to know what the aliens were doing here.

However, Liu Jun looked back at the area contracted by the Military Commission, the social gathering, and the restless hormones in the air, and missed his beloved plane very much.

I heard from them that their fighter jets have entered the final assembly stage. They have used some technologies from the J16. While the structural strength remains unchanged, the weight of the aircraft has been reduced by 240 kilograms. By the way, they also said that they have a surprise for themselves. Did they prepare a few more fighter jets for themselves?

This is good, because it can be like a hot-swappable CPU, and if one breaks down, you can just replace it with another one.

There was a rustling sound of footsteps behind him. Liu Jun turned around and saw a familiar face.

"You don't like crowds either?"

"Yeah, it's too noisy."

As he spoke, Song Xizhu walked over to Liu Jun's side with a bag in hand. He looked out at the azure sea, the sea breeze blowing, and the seagulls chirping in the sky. In this pleasant mood, he casually took out a French fry from the bag, threw it out, and turned to look at Liu Jun, who looked a little surprised: "You want some too?"

"No, you should feed them."

Liu Jun watched the fries disappear into the seagull's mouth, as if getting to know her all over again: "I didn't expect you to come to this kind of event."

From the looks of this senior sister, you can tell that she has always been an excellent student since she was a child. She is full of intelligence and easily gives people the feeling of a poor student meeting a top student.

"Is it weird?"

"I thought you would spend all your time on work." Liu Jun looked at Haiou who was eating happily.

"Well, I'm not a robot." Song Xizhu turned to look at Liu Jun, narrowed his eyes slightly, opened his mouth, and finally asked, "You didn't go to the social?"

"Well, I might die on the battlefield someday." Liu Jun said calmly. He is a captain and has to fight on the front line of the battlefield. Even if he has some "special" qualities, who can guarantee that he can survive every time? If he doesn't have this awareness, then he shouldn't be a naval officer.

In the face of energy weapons from alien civilizations, life and death are just a matter of a moment. He cannot guarantee that he can come back alive every time. At this time, he should forget about having multiple girlfriends with the intention of getting married, as the psychological burden is too heavy.

"Do you think so?" Song Xizhu asked with a frown.

"Of course, dying in the air is the true romance of a pilot, rather than dying of old age on the ground."

Liu Jun looked at the sky and said that the feeling of flying freely, breaking free from the shackles of gravity and being able to roam freely in three-dimensional space, was what he was pursuing; this was the reason why many experienced pilots who remained calm in the face of the sky would cry when they were told that they could not fly.

“The moment I became a pilot, I was ready.”

"You are all the same," Song Xizhu curled her lips.

"We?" Liu Jun thought she might be talking about the pilots.

"I've taken over the subsequent system preparation for your plane." Song Xizhu looked at Liu Jun and said softly, then extended his right hand.

"That's a real help."

For him, nothing is more important than a reliable maintenance team.

Liu Jun was just about to politely shake her hand when she took the initiative to give him a full handshake, her lips curled up. "Happy cooperation! Comrade Liu Jun!"

"Happy cooperation, Comrade Song Xizhu!"

Letting go of Liu Jun's hand, Song Xizhu threw all the fries away and turned around to walk towards her residence. Liu Jun looked at his palm, recalling the feeling of the handshake just now - why did she use so much force?

Not far away, Lü Guangming and Wang Jian hid in a corner, observing the two from afar through binoculars. "I say, is this the revolutionary sentiment described in textbooks?"

"Bullshit! When have you ever seen a textbook teaching you how to fall in love?" Wang Jian said with some admiration: "This Old Liu is really amazing. He can even control the senior sister!"

But it's also true that Liu Jun has a combat title, so it's easy for him to control the senior sister.

"Wait, no way, there are still experts? This Old Liu is amazing!"

At this moment, another girl wearing a white shirt and a windbreaker walked towards Liu Jun. Liu Jun looked at her in surprise. He didn't expect her to appear here. Song Xizhu on the side stopped and stared at her. The look in her eyes was as if she saw an unsolvable problem.

"Hello, I remember you are with Teacher Zhou."

He knew the girl in front of him. She was Teacher Zhou's confidential secretary, but he had never asked her name.

"Hello, Comrade Liu Jun, let me introduce myself. My name is He Xiaoxi. Can I talk to you privately?"

Although she said so, He Xiaoxi looked at Song Xizhu. The senior sister nodded and left quickly.

"Let's go over there."

Liu Jun looked at He Xiaoxi. He didn't think he was particularly charming. It was very likely that the old leader behind her had something to ask him, which was not convenient to say in front of outsiders.

(End of this chapter)