Chapter 1165: Chapter 378: The Plane You Can’t Bear to Fly, I Stand Up and Stomp

Crazy! Crazy!

Not only the pilots are crazy, but even the Air Force command center at the rear is freaking crazy.

Using human bodies and drones to crawl subsonic flying planes, where the hell did these nutcases come from, how do they dare to do anything?

Aren’t you afraid of death at some point?

Doing such a thing, they wouldn’t even dare to think about it, let alone do it.

You probably can’t find humans with such a huge hole in their heads anywhere in the world.

"How dare they... how dare they?"

The major’s teeth tremble at the moment, fear spreads in his heart

What kind of monsters are we fighting against here?

That’s over twenty thousand feet high.

In that environment, the air is too thin for humans to even breathe, let alone engage in some ludicrous plane snatching.

A slight mistake and you get smashed to pieces.

If previous tank vs. aircraft battles could be said to be a miracle created by a desperate fight back, this time it’s completely a premeditated arrangement.

This group of lunatics is coming straight for their planes, on the hangar list, twelve pilots have already been declared dead, but the planes haven’t crashed.

After taking down the pilots, they start trying to take control.

The major is now both shocked and fearful, even a bit angry.

Because once the players snatch control, their immediate thought is to fly back the loot to prevent being locked onto by enemy planes, so they almost without hesitation start supersonic cruising with Sky Net’s assistance.

Slower! Easier!

This damn thing costs millions of Orokin!

Seeing the other side recklessly maneuver these planes, the major’s heart is twisted into a knot.

Though these planes are second-hand goods from Europe’s masters, to these Cuban pilots they’re treasures beyond reach.

Forget about supersonic cruising, even normally they treat it cautiously, handling it like a treasured object, afraid to break it, holding it gently, fearing it would dissolve, not daring to slam the throttle down.

Now?

Those born not knowing the value of good things, standing right up and stomping on it!

Don’t you know how cramped a jet’s cockpit is? They have to tailor their size!

Each transformed themselves into little giants, is that a place where you can squeeze into?

The major can almost hear the cockpit creaking and deforming due to their oversized bodies, along with the engine making a full-throttle roar that the entire world can hear!

"Ahhh!!!! Damn it!!!!! My plane! My plane! Give it back to me!!"

"Shoot them down! Shoot them down! Quickly take down those planes that are leaving formation!!!"

Get rid of all those adulterers!!!

And now, he can only stand in the command room, helplessly enraged as he watches one fighter after another being forcibly taken, screaming hoarsely.

Losses in the previous month aren’t as severe as today’s morning

Such a great loss, taken by hijacking, not shot down.

Even if the Military Technology deploys a large number of anti-aircraft weapons and fighters, wiping out the Cuban Air Force would have been understandable, but now it was hijacked, who can we reason with?

As a major, he is obliged, let alone hold his position, he might not even save his own head.

The voice of anger, grievance, pain, struggle, rendering empathy to anyone who hears it, resonates sorrowfully from the heart.

A colleague can’t help but step forward to pat his shoulder.

"Our signals have been hacked, they’re all friendly signals now, weapons radars can’t lock onto them, you better accept the reality."

The Air Force major kneels down, howling up at the sky.

"No!!! This isn’t real! I must be dreaming!"

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Planes aren’t so easy to snatch.

Even for players like them with reckless gameplay and flawless coordination with Sky Net, many were still thrown off by the shock waves and airflow of the jets.

About thirty people set off, only thirteen successfully captured the planes, the others played free-fall, smashed to the ground, fearing not a single exoskeleton part is salvageable.

They didn’t have parachutes, the only thing they had was their set of exoskeletons.

Buzz—

Someone opens a valve, compressed airflow sprays out from joints, trying to slow down their descent.

But it doesn’t improve their situation, since their posture is wrong, causing people to be dizzy from the compressed airflow, floating aimlessly before crashing vertically down.

It’s their first time using this gear, they’re inexperienced, only when standing steadily on the plane can they provide thrust to barely stabilize.

Now floating in the sky without a foothold, completely unable to control direction, only left to fate.

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"Monsters! Madmen! Lunatics! I don’t want this damn money anymore!"

Hans can never forget what he just saw outside, someone flying past him like that.

In a moment of insanity, he almost wanted to call the squad members out of the tank to meet God together.

He looks at the rest of the team, everyone is pulled out of the earlier excitement, surprisingly quiet, because the hovering tank holographic display, everyone saw clearly what was happening.

It’s chaotic outside.

The three fleets covering them, over fifty fighter jets and hundreds of raiders tangling madly, but the scariest are those clinging on the raider planes. 𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝚠𝕖𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝕖𝚕.𝚌𝗼𝗺

In the history of corporate warfare, the craziest operation was done by Orbital Aviation during the first corporate war, drop assault troops from near-Earth orbit, accurately capturing the opponent company’s CEO, forcibly announcing surrender.