Pick up a corpse to be reborn: Miss Ghost

Chapter 1113: Slaughterhouse in the Sky

Van Helsing flew up and down in the F16 fleet of the Japanese Self-Defense Force like a butterfly wearing flowers. The speed was so fast that the Japanese pilots could not react, and even the F16 radar could not detect the F22's flight path.

"Quickly lock it!"

"Suppression! R7 and R8 suppress the target from above, and they must not be thrown away by him!"

"Where? Where? Where is the enemy?"

"It's too fast! It's too fast! The radar can't keep up!"

One F22, in a daze, turned twelve F16s around.

"Go down! The F22 is flying at an ultra-low altitude!"

Finally, a sharp-eyed person spotted the trace of F22, and the Japanese pilot immediately bit it.

As everyone knows, this is the aerial slaughterhouse that Van Helsing arranged for these little Japanese devils.

Mansions, tall buildings, spires, and the urban jungle that is as high as the sky have become Van Helsing's best cover, where he has built a terrible line of defense for himself.

"Come on, one after another, there must be no one left."

Van Helsing looked at the moving dots on the radar, and a grim smile played on his lips.

"Keep calm and keep locking, the opponent only has one plane."

The voice of the enemy leader suddenly became ruthless, as if he had suddenly changed from a human to a robot.

"R3 locked!"

"R4 locked!"

Two new AIM9X missiles shot through the clouds, biting the F22's tail like a ghost, and followed the F22 to run among the tall buildings, fluctuating up and down, left and right.

Almost, almost to the end of this air war...

"Locked? Boys, this is not a fantasy."

Van Helsing looked serious, but the F22 he was driving jumped out of the danger zone in an instant.

Two missiles whizzed past, crossing, and just hit the glass curtain wall building with a sense of technology in front of it.

The reflection of the bright glass curtain wall shows the image of the missile approaching rapidly, as if he is watching his own death.

Amidst the bang, the glass curtain wall building burst out a huge fireball, just like the breath that those F22 pilots who died in vain on the sea saw from the mouths of those evil dragons.

The soaring flames once again illuminated the neon-flashing Tokyo, as if an incomparably huge fireworks had just been set off.

The F22, flying at super high speed and low altitude, rushed directly towards the two F16s that had just attacked him with scorching heat.

(End of this chapter)