The night before the college entrance exam results were released, I redeemed my Peking University ad

We'll take you home!

Those few words almost made Ji Bai drop Little Pearl!

Don't cry!

He's a man who just took down six robbers, dismantled a box of C4, and flew a commercial airliner across the Pacific. If he were to break down because of a single sentence, how could he remain a math genius?

From the moment the hijacking began until the missiles were about to strike, Ji Bai showed little emotional fluctuation. But now, looking at the silhouette of his own fighter jets flying alongside him, he couldn't help but feel a lump in his throat.

He glanced out the porthole to the left and right.

Under the moonlight, two Flying Shark 15 fighter jets were firmly attached to the sides of the commercial airliner, one on the left and one on the right.

What comes next is even more outrageous.

Ji Bai glanced down through the porthole just now, and there wasn't just one or two ships on the sea, but a whole bunch!

Even Lu Yu 17 is here!

All the conspiracies and deadly schemes on the road ahead seemed insignificant in the face of these national treasures.

What is prestige? What is a sense of security?

When those conglomerates offered him 15 billion US dollars, they never said they would send an aircraft carrier fleet to pick him up.

Suddenly, a more familiar local accent came through the headphones, speaking with a distinct Northeastern accent:

"Ji Bai, you can just sit there. Leave the things outside to us."

"Do you have anything to eat over there? Are you hungry? If you have any instant noodles or something, have a bite to eat first, and we'll get you something warm once you get settled."

Before Ji Bai could even feel touched, another voice on the communication channel coldly retorted: "Commander, stop talking, the target's radar signal is moving."

"Let them make their move; should I avoid their sharp edge?"

"The higher-ups said that if Ji Bai is missing even a single hair, we all have to write a self-criticism when we get back."

Ji Bai leaned back in his seat, unable to suppress the corners of his mouth.

These people are really good at this.

However, with the eagle protecting the nation by our side, the sky won't fall down!

……

Below on the sea, the command room of the Arleigh Burke-class destroyer was in an uproar.

"Report! All interceptor missiles destroyed in mid-air! Two Chinese carrier-based aircraft spotted in the target airspace! They are Flying Shark 15s!"

The white captain slammed his fist on the control panel, his face ashen. "How is this possible?! How could their fleet be here?!"

He originally thought that if a missile were fired, the civilian aircraft and Ji Bai would be reduced to ashes, leaving no evidence, and he could easily cover it up with the excuse of an accidental firing during an exercise.

To everyone's surprise, the Chinese navy was there to provide support.

"Lightning 35 formation scrambles! Drive away the target!"

The captain gritted his teeth and ordered, "Just stick to the pre-arranged story: routine exercises in international waters. Make them leave immediately!"

The piercing catapult alarm blared across the deck as two dark figures, trailing plumes of flame, were launched from the aircraft carrier deck and headed straight for their target airspace.

Soon, two Lightning 35s approached the formation of passenger planes, and an arrogant and curt announcement immediately came through the onboard communication channel:

"This is the Seventh Fleet! We are conducting live-fire military exercises in these waters! Your unauthorized intrusion into the exercise area seriously threatens our security!"

"You are hereby ordered to immediately change course and leave! Otherwise, we will take necessary measures!"

They made blatant lies and acted with self-righteousness, clearly relying on the advantages of international airspace and the performance of fifth-generation fighters to forcibly force back the escort fighters.

However, our Flying Shark formation stood firm, responding with resounding force and unwavering conviction:

"This is an international civil aviation route, and we are carrying out an escort mission for our citizens! Your missiles deliberately attacked a civilian airliner, which is a serious violation of international law!"

"You are hereby ordered to immediately cease your provocative actions, or you will bear all the consequences!"

Before the words were even finished, the two Lightning 35s, taking advantage of their stealth capabilities and maneuverability, began to perform provocative rolls around the formation, frequently cutting inside the passenger plane's flight path, forcing the Flying Sharks to continuously adjust their positions to block them.

The generational disadvantage of fifth-generation fighters over fourth-and-a-half-generation fighters is gradually becoming apparent in close-range dogfights.

With its superior instantaneous turning ability and avionics, the Lightning 35 constantly seizes attack positions, displaying cunning and arrogant maneuvers.

Our two Flying Sharks were struggling to keep up. Although their formation remained intact, they were gradually falling into a passive position and could only barely protect the passenger planes, with very few opportunities to counterattack.

Zhou Ling, sitting in the cockpit, was on tenterhooks, her hands gripping the armrests of her seat so tightly her knuckles turned white.

She never dreamed that a civilian hijacking would eventually turn into an aerial standoff between fighter jets from two countries.

As her fighter jets were being relentlessly pursued, her heart pounded wildly, and she even held her breath, afraid of missing the slightest sound.

Ji Bai stared at the figures locked in combat outside the porthole, his eyes turning cold.

The performance gap is obvious, and if we continue to drag this out, our fighter jets will only become more and more passive.

He suddenly curled the corners of his lips, remembering the fourth option he had just redeemed—

If you compare anything to anyone else today, the other person will automatically be outshone.

"this one?"

Ji Bai looked out the window at the direction of the lightning (35), and the corners of his mouth turned up slightly.

"What kind of garbage plane dares to compare itself to our Flying Shark?"

No sooner had he finished speaking than the situation in the airspace suddenly reversed.

While performing a high-maneuver maneuver, a Lightning 35 suddenly sounded a piercing alarm in the cockpit, the instrument panels flashed wildly, and the avionics system reported a complete error without warning.

"Wang Ning! Wang Ning! Engine temperature abnormal!"

"Wang Ning! Wang Ning! Flight control system malfunction!"

The pilot's expression changed drastically. He frantically pushed the stick but there was no response. The fighter jet swayed twice like a kite with a broken string, and the nose of the plane began to drop uncontrollably.

"Shit! What happened? Everything was fine just now!"

The pilot was terrified and immediately abandoned the dogfight, pushed the stick to lower the nose of the plane, and fled towards his own fleet with all his might, not even caring about his wingman.

Before the other Lightning 35 could react, the same alarm sounded, the cockpit was filled with red light, the stealth coating inexplicably failed, and the radar warning device went off like crazy.

The pilot was stunned and didn't dare to stay for even half a second longer, so he immediately turned around and ran away.

The two fighter jets, one in front of the other, looked like stray dogs that had been chased away.

Everyone in the destroyer's command room was stunned.

"God! What's going on? Why have both fighter jets withdrawn?"

"Captain, report! The avionics system of aircraft number one has malfunctioned, and the radar stealth capability of aircraft number two has failed! Cause unknown!"

"Fuck!"

The captain's face was ashen: "Second squadron, take off!!"

Two more Lightning 35s were launched and flew menacingly into the airspace.

As soon as it approached the formation, before it could even make its first tactical maneuver, the right engine of the lead aircraft suddenly emitted a muffled sound and then came to a complete stop!

The fighter jet, which suffered a single engine failure, instantly lost its balance and plummeted erratically towards the sea. The pilot desperately adjusted his attitude, barely managing to maintain level flight, and staggered back towards the shore.

The wingman pilot was so frightened that his hands were shaking. Just as he was about to pull the stick to avoid the danger, the cockpit suddenly lost power, and the instrument panel went completely black.

His vision went black, and he couldn't even feel the control stick anymore. The fighter jet plunged headfirst into the sea.

"Eject! Eject now!"

Screams erupted in the command center.

With a "bang," the ejection seat propelled the pilot out of the cockpit, and the parachute opened in mid-air.

The fifth-generation fighter jet, worth hundreds of millions, crashed into the sea with a "plop," splashing up a huge spray of water before quickly sinking into the deep blue.

The remaining fighter jet, which had suffered a single engine malfunction, flew shakily over the fleet but ultimately failed to make it to the landing site, plunging into the sea near the deck. The pilot ejected in time and survived.

Within ten minutes, of the four Lightning 35s, two crashed into the sea, and the other two escaped with damage.

The entire fleet command room was deathly silent.

"Oh my God! What's going on?"

"Could it be... that China has secretly invented some kind of secret weapon?"