"003,003, there are VIPs on the target aircraft. There are VIPs on the target aircraft. Please do not shoot." An emergency signal came from the base tower. The commander had seen the dangerous actions of the target aircraft on the radar image and quickly discouraged the patrol aircraft from taking countermeasures.

"Target hitting me!" the pilot roared loudly.

"John!"

"Please obey the order, otherwise you will be court-martialed!" A signal came from the tower.

"FUCK!"

Pilot John cursed, retracted his finger from the red button, grabbed the joystick and pushed it upward.

The engine responds quickly.

"boom!"

Roaring like thunder.

The patrol plane immediately increased its distance, rising hundreds of meters at the critical moment, leaving a white wave above a thousand meters in the sky that lingered for a long time.

The passenger plane took over the original position of the patrol plane and continued forward along the high altitude. The fighter pilot lowered his head and glanced at the window, and a cold sweat broke out on his forehead: "It really hit us!"

If he hesitates for one more second when deciding to pull up, the wings of the two planes will shorten to the extreme distance. There is no need for the bodies to collide. The turbulence of the airflow alone will cause the plane to crash.

This is an air battle!

A life-and-death battle without a bomb being fired was the only air battle that took place in U.S. airspace after World War II. The competition was not about performance, technology, or technology.

It's courage!

Fighting requires courage, and any war is inseparable from courage. If the other party shows no cowardice and does not retreat even one step, the party that retreats first will lose.

Li Chenghao has lived his whole life without knowing what it means to retreat!

I won’t even back out with Amerika!

"Hahaha, even if Baipi drives a fighter jet, he's just a soft-footed shrimp."

In the cabin, Li Chenghao was holding a cigar and laughing loudly.

Benny was sweating profusely, trembling, and frightened in his heart: "God, what kind of devil is this!"

The target shooter walked out of the cockpit, twirled the gun in his palm, held the gun in his hand, and said in a casual tone: "Brother Hao, the patrol plane has risen two hundred meters."

"I understand." Li Chenghao crossed his legs, took out a satellite phone, dialed a series of numbers, and made a shushing gesture with his hand.

"Shh..."

Benny quickly covered the child's mouth and said to himself: "No, these are a group of devils!"

"Brother Bing, this is Ah Hao, and I am flying in the sky." Li Chenghao reported to the phone: "I will leave the U.S. federal airspace soon. I plan to fly to Australia and land first, and then transfer flights back to Xiangjiang."

Zhang Guobin stood on the second floor of the China Restaurant, looking down at the street in front of the restaurant. Dozens of white-skinned police officers were having a fierce confrontation with more than 200 Grand Duke cousins, and he preached in an ancient tone:

"First of all, you have to tell me why you are on the plane."

"It can't really be a trip, right?"

"Hey, boss."

Li Chenghao chuckled and said: "I am a tour guide. I travel in a group with one person, high-end tours, and I am escorted by patrol planes all the way out of the country. Isn't it awe-inspiring?"

Zhang Guobin's eyes flickered several times and asked: "Aren't you afraid of death?"

"This is not northern Myanmar. We have a complete air defense system and the most powerful air force and navy in the world. How dare you take FBI executives to travel abroad on a passenger plane?"

"Are you waiting for me to wrap up the silk money for you?"

When Li Chenghao heard this, he kicked Benny and laughed disdainfully: "You're so scared!"

"I, the Chinese are never afraid of ghosts. They beat the shit out of ghosts in Xiangjiang, and they will still beat them in the United States!"

"I asked a plane to come over and fight with him, but he didn't dare to do it. What else would he dare to do, to blow me up with air-to-air bombs? Boss, if you care about me, buy me some Sky Monkeys next time and aim at San Francisco. I will

You are not afraid of anything, even the commander-in-chief dares to kick you!"

Zhang Guobin scolded: "You bastard, sooner or later I will collect your body!"

"The plane that hit the Americans was also a hero. It's worth being a hero for the rest of my life." Li Chenghao laughed.

Zhang Guobin was a little angry and said impatiently: "I advise you not to land in Australia. There will definitely be CIA, police, aircraft and artillery waiting for you in Australia."

"Aussie is a beautiful and good dog."

Li Chenghao frowned and said, "Where should we go?"

"Drive to Bremen to refuel, fly directly to northern Myanmar, land, and take a bus back. When doing things, we must be thorough and cautious, and don't show off our courage." Zhang Guobin educated.

Li Chenghao's face was unconvinced, but with warmth in his heart, he replied: "I found out the traitor."

"nonsense!"

Zhang Guobin said unhappily: "You have invited the FBI executives away. Is there anything you can't ask?"

"Speak quickly who is the traitor? There is going to be a war downstairs. I have to go out and negotiate with the police. I don't have time to pay much attention to you."

Li Chenghao said: "Cousin."

"It's that old man with a white beard and eyes above his head."

Zhang Guobin glanced sideways and said: "I understand."

"be safe."

"Crack."

The phone hangs up.

Li Chenghao shouted: "Change the route to Bremen."

The target shooter put on his hat, drew his pistol, and walked into the cockpit again.

Benny sat on the chair and sighed, his heart already being tormented and emotionless.

…

Zhang Guobin hung up the phone, put it aside, reached out with his right hand and grabbed a red wine bottle, turned around and smashed it firmly on his cousin's head.

My cousin's eyes were attracted by the conflict downstairs, and he was secretly wondering how the mountain master would end. The next second he felt a huge pain in his head.

"Poof!"

Due to long-term storage requirements, the bottom of a red wine bottle, which is harder than a beer bottle, exploded with broken glass splattering all over the wine table.

A stream of red wine dripped on the white hair, and the bright red blood spread along the wound. My cousin screamed, fell on the chair, lowered his head and covered his head: "Ah..."

Zhang Guobin threw away the mouth of the red wine bottle and shouted: "Arrest him!"

The three Grand Duke cousins ​​rushed forward without hesitation, suppressed their cousin, and dragged him into a room in front of all the Grand Duke leaders and Hongmen bosses.

Hei Chai's eyes were slightly narrowed and his eyes were sharp. He immediately knew that his cousin was an FBI informant, a mole, and the core figure of the New World Project.

Deserve to kill!

Wan Tanyuan was sitting nearby, but he was suddenly frightened, his heart was beating wildly, and his expression was slightly ugly.

"My cousin is President Wan's confidant. As soon as Mr. Chai ascended to the position of mountain master, President Zhang publicly smashed my cousin's head in at the banquet..."

The big bosses had complicated eyes and turbulent hearts.

Zhang Guobin took a white towel from King Ma, wiped the red wine stains on his hands, and said loudly: "Go downstairs!"

He took the lead and led everyone down the stairs, followed closely by Mawang, Yuanbao, and Feilin. The leaders of the Grand Hall and Daadi also hurriedly followed.

Heyi was sitting in the hall. Wu Zhaonan, Daquanbiao and others looked at each other and followed silently. A large number of fifty or sixty people followed the president. Hei Chai smiled and turned around and said: "President Wan, we

A few old bones shouldn't go out and join in the fun."

"good."

Wan Tanyuan nodded slightly, holding a cup of tea and said: "There really is something like a gunshot, and we can't help much if we go down."

"Yes, with old arms and legs, it's very troublesome to bump into each other. Why don't you sit on it and drink tea and watch what the young people do." Heichai sighed: "If you are all like my cousin and don't accept old age, let's work together with the FBI.

No matter what the new plan is, I’m afraid the brand of “The World is for the Public” will be screwed up.”

Wan Tanyuan's expression condensed and he asked solemnly: "I haven't been involved in the affairs of the Grand Hall for a while. I don't know what is going on inside the Grand Hall."

"If there is evidence and witnesses, what needs to be done will be done."

Hei Chai nodded and said: "Yes, my cousin has dedicated his whole life to the Grand Hall. He should be a sensible man when he dies. He must not leave the impression on the brothers that the birds are gone and the bows are hidden."

The implication is that if you are a small boss with no status or seniority, you can do whatever you want.

…

"President!"

"President!"

"President!"

The brothers in front of the restaurant gate made way for a passage. Zhang Guobin and others stood in front of the passage, looked at the white police chief in the lead, and asked politely: "Sir, what can I do for you?"

"Bing Ge."
To be continued...