American Comic Super Principal

After a loud "boom", the No. 1 machine was bombarded by the giant flaming fist. It was like a weak mosquito in the palm of the hand. It was crushed, broken and burned into ashes without any power to fight back. Even the sound of the explosion was suppressed. Suppressed in the sea of ​​fire, dull and unable to bear the wind and waves.

When the blazing sea of ​​​​fire subsided, only the flying gray-black dust fragments were left in the place, and even the effort of cremation was saved.

“Da da da da da”

Witnessing the instant death of the No. 1 machine, the pilot of the No. 2 machine suddenly became red-eyed, knowing that the possibility of peaceful communication at this time had been completely cut off. He immediately pressed the cannon button decisively and tried his best to make a final struggle.

"War room, this is the No. 2 unit. The No. 1 unit has been killed. The No. 2 unit is launching an attack on the enemy. Please pass on my suicide note."

The cannon's ammunition accurately hit Zhang Fan, but it only caused him to retreat a certain distance in the air. Not to mention hurting his flaming body, even the steel shell on his body, which was useless other than to look cool, could not penetrate. Leaving weak and shallow bullet marks for comfort.

The pilot of the No. 2 machine tightened his grip on the operating lever, his knuckles turned white, and smiled reluctantly: "I have known for a long time that missiles are useless and cannons will only be less effective against them, but I will never give up if I don't give it a try. When will the weapons and equipment of terrorists become better than those of our US military? Did they acquire Stark Industries?"

"Hey, hello, Unit 2, this is the war room. Avoid immediately, keep a distance to collect data on the enemy aircraft, and focus on protecting your own safety. The backup force has already set off."

In the communication headset, the commander's voice was trembling. He had already imagined what kind of uproar this news would cause in the United States and even the world. In an environment that had been peaceful for a long time, the fighter pilots of the US military were in their own country. Died in battle, not even a body

Suddenly, he regretted why he didn't ask for leave today. Even if he was hit by a car when he went out, at least he could die quickly.

"Bah"

The pilot of the No. 2 aircraft did not respond to the command, but his movements were quicker than his words. As soon as he pulled the operating lever to turn, he accelerated crazily to the end. As a violent sonic boom sounded, a gauze-like cloud rolled up from the tail of the fighter. It is a symbol of breaking the sound barrier.

"Its short-term speed is faster than that of a fighter plane. I can only hope that it can't be used multiple times at that speed. Maybe the height will also affect it. I can't die in vain. At least I have to drag it until the backup troops arrive. I will fight hard." Blood overflowed, and the eyes were red, but it was still accelerating.

He knew that he had accelerated too much, the overload on his body was unbearable, and his internal organs and eyeballs had been damaged, but no matter what, it was still much better than death.

"Haha, let you run three thousand nine hundred and ninety meters first, and I can stab you to death."

Zhang Fan stood calmly on the spot, watching his meaningless struggles. He just looked at the figure of the No. 2 fighter jet gradually moving away, and calmly stretched out his right hand. The blazing flame twisted and deformed in his hand, and finally fixed, turning into A long knife spreading towards the sky.

"With a four-thousand-meter-long sword in hand, speed is completely useless."

With a slight movement of the wrist, the slight distance gradually enlarged along with the long blade. The tip of the long flaming sword, which had extended four thousand meters, instantly crossed a distance of several hundred meters.

I saw a flash of orange light, and a wing of the fighter jet three thousand meters away fell off. Then, in another moment, it seemed as if the space was cut open, and the criss-crossing orange light separated the poor fighter jet into layers. , like peeling off the layers of an onion.

The wings, metal outer armor, fuel tanks, internal machinery and other structures slowly fell off the fighter and separated, leaving a seated human figure behind. The driver was in a position where the front and rear sections were tightly connected to his own body. In the middle of the wreckage, the crazy acceleration process was stopped almost instantly.

"I, I'm still alive." The driver looked at the countless fragments floating slowly around him as if in slow motion, as if he were in a dream, with a strong sense of unreality.

Then I realized that this was because the cutting speed was too fast. The separated wreckage of the fighter jet still maintained the same speed and was relatively stationary under the action of inertia, which created the dreamlike scene in front of me.

"Hi, soldier, it seems that your mentality is very good. You are neither scared to the point of fainting nor screaming in panic. You are still in a mood to enjoy the beautiful scenery. Tsk tsk, I have a better impression of you. Your quality is very good. "

A ridiculing voice suddenly sounded, and the pilot's pupils shrank suddenly. He looked up and saw the black "Fire Demon" appearing beside him, standing firmly in the void, and the flames spewing under his feet were in his eyes. The cursed flames from hell.

"Haha, you are not afraid of death, but you are afraid of me. Shouldn't I feel honored?" Zhang Fan noticed the repressed fear in his eyes, and his bad taste suddenly aroused. With a wave of his hand, he solidified a long flaming knife with no end in sight. , jokingly said: "I originally planned to slice this plane into slices, just like slicing potatoes, but I thought it was too cruel, so I spared your life. Aren't you very lucky?"

The driver wisely put down his self-defense pistol and asked in a hoarse voice: "If you don't kill me,"

Zhang Fan shrugged, lifted his mask and said with a smile: "The fighter pilot from before attacked me. Of course I have to kill him. If I don't kill him, wouldn't I be regarded as weak and easy to bully? But you are not too big to me." You have no malicious intent and have not taken the initiative to attack, so why should I kill you?"

"How do you know there's no malice? What if it's just an illusion?" The pilot recalled the impulsive and reckless colleague on Unit 1, and smiled dryly, regretting it.

"Yi Dan told me. It doesn't matter if I'm wrong. Just kill him again. It won't take much trouble anyway." Zhang Fan smiled as calmly as ever and reached out to knock him on the back of his neck, intending to knock him out and take him away. .

"Pop", the driver slashed the knife with his hand. The driver still stared and did not faint. Zhang Fan's face became a little confused and he reached out and struck hard again.

"Bang" was struck with the knife again. The driver screamed in pain, but his eyes were still wide open, showing no sign of fainting. Zhang Fan blushed, gritted his teeth and reached out again, secretly vowing not to knock him out. Never give up on the past.

"Don't, don't fight. Hollywood movies are all exaggerated. This method cannot easily cause people to faint. Unless you are experienced and cannot find the right position, you can't do it. Even if you break my bones, I won't be able to faint." Not unless the pain is so severe that you go into shock."

The driver is really afraid of this kind of ninth-rate "agent" who regards "movie experience" as life experience. What if his cervical vertebrae are really broken by him? The fist is too big, he can't afford to offend him.

When he looked up, he saw Zhang Fan deep in thought again, eager to try out what method he would use to make him faint. His throat suddenly felt dry, and he had an unexplainable feeling.

"You don't have to think about it, I'll just faint by myself. I hope I can wake up again."

Gritting his teeth, the driver felt cruel and slammed into the metal debris in front of him. After a muffled "boom", he finally passed out as he wished.

Zhang Fan's cheeks twitched. He was speechless for such a "very self-conscious" soldier.

"Hello, hello, Unit 2, this is the war room. Please report your situation. If you hear it, please reply. If you hear it, please reply."

The headset on the driver's head suddenly emitted a communication sound, and it was still usable.

Zhang Fan picked it up quite unexpectedly, smiled strangely and said: "Hello, I am the attacker. Your sudden attack has caused an extremely serious psychological shadow on me. I need compensation. My lawyer team will soon Will contact you”

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