Chapter 8

Deng Jianguo nodded hurriedly, as if he had just realized it.

The next second, in the radio communication channel, came Zhou Yonghui's roar like a pig being slaughtered.

"This is not right! I don't know how to fly this plane either!"

"How did it take off!!!"

"Oh my god!"

"Someone help!! Save me!!!!"

"Zhou Yonghui!"

Elder Zhao's voice sounded: "I am Zhao Keqin, please stay calm!"

"Now, please control the plane and land immediately!"

"I repeat, please land immediately!"

Listening to Elder Zhao's voice on the radio channel, Zhou Yonghui looked blankly at the dense buttons in front of him.

Damn it, which one is the landing button!

And they didn't even label it...

Right!

There's also an instruction manual, I still have the instruction manual!

Zhou Yonghui, as if grabbing a straw for his life, took out the instruction manual Song Qi gave him.

No!

This instruction manual is clearly written in Chinese, why can't I understand a single word!

Is there something wrong!

This is a disaster.

Controlling a fighter jet that you don't know how to fly at all into the sky is simply joking with your own life.

Past memories flashed quickly in front of Zhou Yonghui like a slide show, and Zhou Yonghui's heart was full of unwillingness.

Could it be that I, a dignified ace pilot, am going to die in such a place!

Zhou Yonghui smashed his right hand hard at the control panel, venting the hatred in his heart.

But coincidentally, this fist happened to hit a red button.

In an instant.

Inside the cockpit, which was still very quiet, a series of emotionless mechanical female voices suddenly sounded.

"Ding! Zero-number aircraft automatic cruise system started..."

"Ding! System automatically detects the current status of the zero-number aircraft!"

"Dragon Soul engine is normal! Total engine thrust is 1300 kilonewtons."

"Air-space integrated radar system self-check is normal, detected nine unidentified flying object targets at high altitude!"

"Air-to-air missile system self-check is normal, carrying gk-8 model missiles..."

"..."

"Official takeoff countdown: 60 seconds!"

"59!"

"..."

At this moment, not only Zhou Yonghui and Deng Jianguo, but even Elder Zhao, Elder Liu, and the group of academicians behind them were confused.

What the heck?

Fighter jets also have automatic cruise systems?

Do you think a fighter jet is a drone? Can it cruise automatically in the sky?

The missions performed by fighter jets are inherently complex, and the situation changes in an instant. In the entire Blue Star, there is no operating system that can install an automatic pilot system on a fighter jet.

As for the Dragon Soul engine behind, that's even more nonsense.

It's simply a fantasy!

You must know that even the Free Nation's most advanced F-22 uses dual-turbo engine technology, and the engine thrust is only three hundred kilonewtons!

Even so, the F-22's power system is enough to be far ahead of other fighter jets!

This so-called Dragon Soul engine starts at 1300 kilonewtons; are you fooling ghosts!

"It's simply nonsense!"

Elder Zhao was so angry that he blew his beard and stared. At this moment, he was absolutely certain that the plane in front of him was a prank.

"Who on earth modified this F-8, there is no scientific spirit at all!"

"Do you think it's fun to tease us old guys?"

"Just the performance reported by this plane, none of it can be achieved, who on earth is it!"

On the side, Deng Jianguo saw that he couldn't hold it anymore, so he could only bear Elder Zhao's fury and whispered: "Elder Zhao, it was modified by Song Qi..."

"Song Qi!"

Flames of anger flickered in Elder Zhao's eyes.

"It's this kid again!"

"I thought this kid had become honest, but I didn't expect him to be as unruly as before!"

"If this kid can enter our Heavenly Sword Research Institute in the future, I, Zhao Keqin, will take his surname Song!"

"Just this model plane, if it can achieve the performance it claims, I will resign directly from the Academy of Sciences and let this kid Song Qi be the academician!"

"Where is Song Qi! Call this kid here for me!"

"Hey... hey, okay." Deng Jianguo wiped the cold sweat on his forehead and nodded continuously.

He gave a look to the person beside him, who immediately understood and left quietly.

"Ding! Dragon Soul engine has been adjusted to the best state, current power is 1500 kilonewtons!"

"Takeoff countdown: 10!"

"9!"

"8!"

"..."

"3!"

"2!"

"1!"

"Takeoff!"

The next second.

An unparalleled sense of being pushed back swept through Zhou Yonghui's whole body.

The huge roar of the engine resounded in all directions.

Zhou Yonghui clearly saw the scene around him retreating rapidly in front of him, and the clouds in the sky were getting closer and closer to him!

"Holy crap!"

"Report to the commander!"

"I'm in the sky!"

"It's really damn exciting!" ===== CHAPTER 10 =====