American Comic Super Principal

"Woohoo, it feels so good to fly freely." Zhang Fan "backstroke" in the sky with an unusually arrogant posture, with his back to the earth and his face to the sky, enjoying the unobstructed sunbathing, completely unaware that he had inadvertently buckled Tony A big black pot.

The penguin egg that never left his body also showed its own shape and circled around him rapidly. The immature mental fluctuations that came from it were full of loss and unhappiness.

"No, you should just be a battle pet. It's okay to be cute in your free time. I can fly by myself now." Zhang Fan recalled the dark history of "traveling around the world on an egg" and the possibility of riding a cute penguin in fierce battles in the future. The terrifying future of heroes, villains, and aliens, all of them suddenly felt extremely grateful to have the ability to fly.

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The pregnant penguin was a little confused. He couldn't figure out whether he should be angry after being praised for his "strong fighting ability" and "cuteness". He seemed to be a little happy that he couldn't control.

"Hehe, after all, I am still too young. I am much easier to fool than the scamming system." Zhang Fan felt the hesitation of Penguin Egg, and couldn't help but feel happy. He snickered and adjusted the angle of the flames on his feet, and retracted his two arms. Put the pillow under your head and change to a more comfortable position.

The next moment, he was extremely happy and sad. When Zhang Fan looked up, he saw two fighter jets flying towards him menacingly. The missiles mounted on the aircraft also showed that their attitude was quite unfriendly, and they seemed to have no intention of communicating properly.

Seeing this scene, Zhang Fancai belatedly remembered that although the management of private aircraft in the United States is relatively loose, it still requires a pilot's license and corresponding health certificates, and the aircraft itself must also obtain safety approval from the Federal Aviation Administration.

In other words, he is now "illegally driving" an "illegal aircraft", "racing wantonly" in the sky over New York, and being visited by the US Air Force in full force. This seems to be normal.

At this time, Zhang Fan was not the only one who was confused. The pilots of the two fighter jets also fell into a daze and were speechless for a long time.

"Unit No. 1, this is the war room. Please report the status of the target aircraft. If you hear it, please reply. If you hear it, please reply."

"The target is a humanoid aircraft, which is sleeping high in the sky." Under the urging of the command center, the pilot of the No. 1 fighter subconsciously blurted out, without knowing anything about the fucked-up mood of the commander on the other end of the communication.

"Unit No. 2, this is the war room. Please report again the status of the target aircraft and the status of Unit No. 1. Please answer calmly. This is not a talk show."

In the communication channel, the commander took a deep breath and gave up the normal communication with the pilot of Unit 1. Today's young people are too good at playing. He believes that the generation gap between them is very serious.

"War room, this is Unit 2. I saw a humanoid aircraft. It was indeed lying down and sleeping with its arms under its head. I am very calm now. This is definitely not a talk show, but a fact. Radio The contact was also unresponsive, and it has discovered us."

The pilot of the No. 2 aircraft was a little nervous. He had never thought that he might encounter an enemy aircraft over the big city in his country before, but now, the battle seemed to be about to break out.

"It doesn't respond to radio contact. Then you can attack. The backup force is preparing to set off. You must not let it affect the New York City area."

Hearing this, the commander also realized the seriousness of the problem. If this unknown aircraft flew into New York City and then carried out a terrorist attack, he might become a criminal in the United States, and his future, reputation, and responsibility would be completely ruined.

"Notify the fighter pilots to all be in position and prepare to depart. The intelligence personnel re-checked the source of this information and found out who reported to us that an unknown military aircraft appeared in the sky above the suburbs of New York. Who was the whistleblower? Who was he? What information do you know?”

In the communication headset, you can still hear the roaring orders of the commander on the other side. Obviously, in order to avoid the worst situation, he no longer cares whether his orders are excessive.

"I've locked it, the missile is launching." The pilot of Unit 1, who had been holding back his anger before, attacked first. Almost as soon as the communication voice fell, the missile that had been prepared was launched.

Different from the cautiousness of the No. 2 machine, in his eyes, the military power of the United States is invincible and unmatched. This mysterious-looking military aircraft, no matter how weird its behavior, is under their high-tech artillery fire. Vulnerable.

"Destroy the enemy with my own hands and save New York from terrorist attacks. I will definitely get back the face I lost." The pilot of Unit 1 was determined, looking forward to the gorgeous fireworks that were about to bloom in the sky.

As expected, the "Boom" missile exploded in time, burning into a large sea of ​​dazzling fire high in the sky. Before his smile could fully bloom, it froze on his face. Under the blue-white sky, a striking black figure emerged from the fire. Jumped out of the sea, completely unscathed

Zhang Fan's face at this moment was darker than the coating on the armor. Although the flames he released detonated the missile in the air in advance, he was caught off guard and was still covered by the missile's aftermath.

After the missile exploded, the high-temperature and high-pressure flames swept him into it, and the shattered shrapnel scattered scattered hit his steel shell. If he hadn't made a prompt decision and directly transformed into the elemental state, he would have been really "cool". ”.

The penguin egg rubs against his face, conscientiously comforting him through mental fluctuations. "What if" does not exist at all. Even if Zhang Fan himself has no time to react, it will definitely be able to save him.

"Okay, it's my fault. I didn't let you interfere. I just wanted to truly experience the feeling of wandering between life and death. I heard that people who grow up like this are very good at fighting. I can't hide behind you all the time." Zhang Fan smiled bitterly. I touched its smooth and delicate eggshell, but my eyes were brighter than ever before, as if there was an endless sea of ​​fire burning inside, which was dazzling.

"Besides, this experience is so enjoyable, my blood is already boiling."

Zhang Fan roared, and unprecedentedly fierce flames were sprayed out from his feet, as if two fire dragons were crawling under his feet, lifting him across a distance of nearly a kilometer in an instant, and appeared in front of the No. 1 fighter jet.

The high-strength steel shell could not withstand such a terrifying speed, and made an almost distorted "creak" sound. Inside the shell, the temperature of the body transformed into an elemental body was constantly rising. In the right fist where the flames were concentrated, the iron armor was already there. The sound of "chichi" melted into molten iron, exposing this part of the body.

The flames that made up Zhang Fan's body were constantly surging, compressing, and finally spurting out completely. A flaming fist nearly a hundred meters in size struck out from his right hand, and with a huge explosive momentum, it slammed forward:

"Hey, give me a fire punch"