"Bang--"

"Bang------!"

The gunshots rang out and turned into a ray of empty echo, and their spirits were extremely tense. Long Yun watched a bullet rush out of the muzzle, flashing with a strange yellow light. The bullet flew quickly, and the gunpowder flashed suddenly, turning into a ball of white light. It was between the lightning and flickering, tearing the air and screaming like a sound. The bullet was still flying further and further, one inch, one inch, one inch, and then drilling into the fragile chest after the anti-loo suit.

A moment ago, the gunshot flashed in Ian Fleming's hand, and Long Yun felt that his shoulder was hit hard, and then he was numb.

Almost at the same time, he shot the other party, and the pain seemed to be unable to convey to his consciousness. At this moment, there was a pale sound in his ears. As he staggered and struggled, the two of them looked at each other. Looking over, there was a hideous look on Ian Fleming's gray-white face full of rain, and his gray-blue pupils were frozen on his expressionless face. There was no way to say whether it was despair, confusion, or a kind of relief after torture.

Looking at each other, a moment when it was so short that it could not be shorter. The next moment, the vortex suddenly strengthened and was torn and bumped by invisible huge force. The two heavy fighter jets in danger could no longer maintain a fragile balance.

The storm was like a wave, but the cochlea was surprisingly quiet. With a wave of hollow tinnitus, the shoulder was shot. The young man who felt pain suddenly stepped on the air and found that the landline was falling sharply. Not only that, everything in his sight was turning faster and faster. The conspirator who was close to him was now swaying away like a dead leaf in the wind. Then, he was completely swallowed by the darkness as if he had never appeared.

The dark clouds were shrouded in darkness and misty. In the baptism of violent storms, the whole body was cold, numb and lost consciousness.

In a trance, Long Yun, whose gun was flying away from his hands, could only follow the flow, and his consciousness gradually became blurred. Before he could have any thoughts, he suddenly fell into complete darkness.

...

Silence, blank space, as if after endless time, consciousness slowly regained consciousness.

this……

Where exactly is it...?

After finishing the time travel again, this feeling seemed to have been sleeping for tens of millions of years. The heavy head as heavy as lead was almost out of control. The vague "drip" sound from his ear made Long Yun suddenly realize. He barely opened his eyes. After a moment of confusion, he realized that he was sitting in the cockpit of the "Huilong".

Looking up, there was a vast night around it, which was the panoramic display projected out of the cabin.

He took a nap during the flight and then traveled through time. A shocking battle in the parallel world was still in front of him. The young man who returned to reality was still a little confused. When he raised his hand, he felt exhaustion and fatigue that had never been seen before. This fatigue was not really exhausted, but the delay of the time travel experience. Logically speaking, he should have been accustomed to it, but this time, he felt extraordinary.

Victor Rezenov, as he was, fought with the conspirators in life and death, and the terrifying battle was like a magical battle. But in the end, did he and his landline be swallowed by the dark vortex above the "Dead City"?

If this is true, in the face of such devastating power, would Victor......

As he thought, a trace of anxiety flew across his heart. Since the Spanish plane crash and lost consciousness, he had another unknown guess. The young man who was dizzy and shouldered the heavy responsibility could not try to travel through time again. Moreover, it was completely different from the previous confusion. Now, he was actually afraid of this attempt.

Flying against Ian Fleming, the last shot hit the heart of the mortal enemy. The conspirator should have died, but what about him, does he still have hope of escaping...

This problem caused a tingling pain in his mind when he thought about it, so he immediately gave up.

The final battle in a parallel world is no matter how terrible it is, the crisis that needs to be faced is even more heartbreaking. Long Yun, who was nervous, and his comrades traveled starry night and night. Just as he approached a certain forward base in Central Asia, not only did the radar begin to discover clusters of targets, but even the cockpit display of the attack aircraft can be enhanced, and the war flames in the sky can be "looking out" from afar.

From receiving the order to the whole team heading to the battlefield, another forty-eight hours passed, and the number of fighter jets released by the "Giant Tower" doubled again.

Eight hundred yf-23 "ghosts" have exceeded the air force size of most countries in the world. Faced with such a strong enemy, the air forces of the Eastern United Nations immediately fell into a tough battle. Although they did not collapse on the entire line, several gaps appeared in the circular defense circle. If it were not for the tactical nuclear bombs washing the ground again and playing a decisive role, I am afraid that these enemy planes that attacked in all directions would really break through in one fell swoop, causing greater damage.

The single-machine performance of the fighter aircraft is average in today's world, but no one in governments dares to bet that its range and combat power are similar to the real YF-23. No monster of unknown origin should be released from the encirclement. However, with the conclusive "forty-eight hours" phenomenon, the situation is getting worse.

A simple arithmetic problem. According to this trend, when will the "giant tower" release tens of thousands of enemies in one wave?

One hundred and twenty-eight hours, just eight days later, although no one dared to say that the situation must be like this, this prospect still made the commanders frown.

The enemy planes are overwhelming, and the number is doubled again and again, but what about this?

Even if nuclear bombs can be wiped out on the spot and kill them, if this continues, how can the major countries have so many tactical nuclear warheads and even strategic nuclear weapons available?

An unprecedentedly severe situation is facing everyone, and the newly stationed "Hidden Dragon" troops are the same. The young men can get limited intelligence levels, but when they see the battle situation in the hinterland of Central Asia, especially the large-scale throwing of nuclear weapons, they can't help but feel heavy and are even more worried about the future of the whole world.

With frequent detonation of nuclear bombs and huge environmental pressure, human nuclear arsenal was originally just a strategic deterrent, and no one really planned to fight in actual combat; but at the current consumption rate, even superpowers like China, the United States and the Soviet Union have no production capacity to make up for inventory. The outcome of this continued is obvious. Once the nuclear warhead is exhausted and cannot be replenished for a short time, the human world will have to be defeated!

The prospects are worrying and the worries of senior executives from all over the country are full of arguments for a while.
Chapter completed!