The secret meeting in the basement of the KGB headquarters is still ongoing.

At the same time, on the South Asian subcontinent, thousands of kilometers away, it was almost midnight.

Located in northern Pakistan, an air force base in the southern suburb of Rawalpindi, hidden in the reinforced hangar under sand and soil. It is brightly lit. The ground officer Lieutenant Charlie has already commanded his men to finish his work. At this time, he was stepping on the oil stains everywhere on the hangar ground to clean up the pipelines and oil pumps. He just finished refueling the black giant bird in the hangar. The fuel pilot Michael and his assistant had already finished work. Although he needed to leave before the subsequent preparation steps according to the confidentiality regulations, everyone in the hangar is busy and no one will pay attention to this dogmatic rule.

Leisurely lit a cigarette, completely ignoring the assistant's surprised eyes, Michael stretched out his somewhat tired muscles and sat down on the folding chair.

"Boss, you can really smoke here..."

"Oh," he tilted his neck and spit out a non-round smoke ring. Michael narrowed his eyes and looked at him, "No."

“…”

He didn't say anything embarrassedly, and the assistant sat down next to him to look at the busy other people in front of him. Although he knew that the black heavy oil that had just poured into the huge body could not be lit even with a lighter, he smoked in the hangar that was performing the top secret mission...

Forget it, why bother with those when there is no chief?

Like the assistant's boredness, Michael was not in a good mood at this time.

Since the outbreak of the war, Lieutenant Michael, who was far from the war, did not go to the front line immediately, but stayed in the base in Karachi for more than a month. Just when he thought he could end this service period and return to China to enjoy the limited life in his hometown, he received a new order, and then he was in the air base where there was no outsider who was not seen.

He always couldn't figure it out. Since the above said confidently that the "black bird" could not be shot down by the Russians; why do you have to go out in the middle of the night and return before dawn - let those who serve these stinky fighter jets have a good night's sleep? Why is it so difficult?

The smell of kerosene permeated in the hangar and the beeping sound of electronic equipment detection made people sleep a little drowsy. Michael's eyelids, which were already fighting, opened it immediately because he saw Charlie and others standing attentively: extinguish the cigarette butts in his hand and threw it aside. He found that the pilot entering the hangar today was different from the past. The familiar little man Bartini did not appear at this time. The commander of the reconnaissance team, Colonel James, was a strange new face. Is this guy new?

“Are the preparations done?”

James' tone was still calm. Facing Michael and others who were somewhat confused, his questions seemed to be more indifferent than usual.

"Uh-yes, sir! The engine can be started in five minutes."

"Okay. Except for the power crew, everyone else will leave immediately!"

When no one left the hangar, the huge hangar door was slowly opening. The cold night wind poured into the hangar with a hint of coolness, taking away some greasy kerosene smell. The command tractor dragged the black giant bird parked in the hangar out of the hangar. The high-powered engine starter was already waiting outside the hangar. Under the bright spotlight, there were only sporadic patrol guards around the empty and unmanned airport runway.

Since it is not on the front line of war, there is no need for lighting control to facilitate operation.

As the starter car moves, under the pale light, the black giant bird dormant in the light and shadow gradually roars, and the roars made by the surging air flow spread everywhere, as if the sleeping beast was gasping when gradually awakening. In the night, the long black body of the fighter looked like a heavy sword with a handguard from the side, and the open pilot cockpit hatch in the front of the fuselage looked a little disproportionately.

“——Wish good luck! A happy journey.”

Watching the pilot who was wearing a high-altitude flight suit and was a little clumsy in his movements, climbing up the boarding ladder with a suitcase with weapons and tools. His figure with a huge helmet looked like an astronaut; James had forgotten the identity of the visitor at this time, and he just raised his hand to greet him mechanically, shouting a takeoff wish that could not be heard by the pilot in the increasingly loud roar.

To his surprise, the pilot who had already climbed into the cockpit seemed to hear his roar and turned around and waved in his direction. If James had better eyesight, through the coated helmet mask, he might be able to see the cold smile on the man behind the glass mask.

It was a kind of indifferent smile; if you looked at it carefully for a moment, you might still see a hint of imperceptible mockery.

The canopy cover has been closed, the starting vehicle retracting pipe path left, and the top of the takeoff runway stained with greasy fuel, the huge black fighter has completed its departure preparations. The dim airport indicator light illuminated, and the man in the cockpit easily pressed the telephone to contact the tower, completely ignoring the reality that the rear cockpit was still empty; unlike the general strategic reconnaissance operations, one person was enough to deal with the tasks he arranged himself.

With the departure permission from the tower, it was confirmed that the fighter system was working normally. The man was free to control the "Black Bird" slightly outdated cockpit and read the required information from the messy mechanical instrument. After a moment, with bright long tail flames and huge roar, the black figure broke through the sky, and then gradually dimmed, and then melted into the dark night sky.

...

Five minutes later, over western Pakistan territory.

In the dark night sky, the speed was reduced to less than 700 kilometers. The black giant bird controlled by the man kept a certain angle of attack and slowly climbed, gradually approaching the target of the flashing lights under the background of the sky. The fuel consumed in the aircraft during the take-off and climbing process just now was quite considerable. In order to prepare sufficient fuel for the next long-distance high-speed navigation, he now needs to obtain instant supplies from the KC-135 refueling machine after a liftoff.

"ghost-one,ghost-one; this is Windmill No. 1, please report your height and orientation."

"Ghost received; height 21,000 (foot), orientation 175, speed 403 (knot); request to refuel 12 units, and complete."

"The windmill received; ghost-one, you need to further reduce the speed to three or five zero."

“Ghost received, finished.”

After the radio contact was completed, the strange-tempered "Black Bird" slowed down, approached the hazy KC-135 refueler from the tail, and started refueling until the docking was completed. The e-3a pre-search machine patrolling in the night sky at night still did not send a message of semen. It seemed that this was another peaceful night. After flying with the slow and clumsy refueler for about eight minutes, the fuel tank inside the aircraft was completely filled with jp-7 special fuel. The man controlled the "Black Bird" to leave, turned, and then began to enter the climbing acceleration before invasion reconnaissance.

At the initial height of 6,700 meters, and at the speed of 0.6, the two turbo-stamped combined engines of the "Blackbird" began to gradually exert force, and the dazzling tail flame gradually changed color, pushing the dark black body with a length of more than 30 meters to continue to climb and accelerate.

As the speed continues to increase, the "black bird" flying rapidly in the sky, under the skin of the body that rubs against the air and heats up, the fuel leakage of the overall fuel tank gradually stops; the afterburning engine greedily absorbs the air, and the shock wave cone in the center of the intake channel gradually retreats, and the white sonic bomb clouds suddenly cover the slender body and quickly disappear. The "black bird" with continuous speed is hundreds of kilometers away from the base at this time, and the southern border of the red giant is right in front of him. It will soon start a thrilling journey with uncertain future, penetrating the world's largest and most stringent air defense firepower network at an altitude of 27,000 meters and a flight state of more than Mach three!

The first time he was flying a "Black Bird" in a practical mission, he was completely wrong with the man's cāo. After several previous training sessions, he was already familiar with this kind of fighter jet with a strong sci-fi flavor. As a top-notch pilot, no matter what kind of aircraft he drove, it was the same. Although the "Black Bird" did not have any air combat capabilities, if he wanted to spy on the secret behind the red iron curtain, nothing would be more suitable than it.

After several reconnaissance flights, the records returned were carefully sorted out. Now the man can basically determine where the land he has been searching for for a long time. He only needs to use the convenience of the "black bird" to go and examine it personally to confirm whether it is what he is looking for, and then use this to decide on the subsequent actions.

Looking back on those seemingly messy reconnaissance information, the vague memories are gradually awakening, and the man knows that he may have approached the key to his plan, as long as the things that follow go well-

Oh, even if it is temporarily unfavorable, it doesn't matter.

Looking back on the scene before and after the war broke out, the man was flying a fighter plane and smiling proudly on his face under the helmet mask. He used the Western world under the leadership of the United States as a tool to drive this kind of thing. He was a genius, a genius who was never born!

No - it should be more appropriate to describe it like this. At this time, the man already regarded himself as a god-like existence.

The wars burning all over the sky, the millions of troops fighting against each other seemed to be arbitrarily abandoned on the chessboard; the man's ideas gradually became clear, and he intuitively realized that his next actions were of great significance, or that it would play a decisive role in achieving his most secret ultimate goal.

Sitting in the cockpit with dim lights and dark vision, the man seemed to be able to feel the mysterious summoning from the north; but he had no real concept of what that feeling was.

But no matter what, the clue has been found!

I, finally came.
Chapter completed!