50s: Starting with a storage ring

Chapter 280 'Listening' Welcome Home

That plane is currently on display at Taoyuan Airport, and many people have come to see it.

After arriving at Taoyuan Airport, Sun Zhiwei left his Audi 100 in the parking lot and then took an anti-G suit and helmet from the pilot lounge.

Once he was fully equipped, wearing a helmet, sunglasses, and gloves, he entered the tarmac.

There's a special area there for exhibiting the J-7 that just flew in; you can see it as long as you buy a ticket.

Sun Zhiwei, dressed in a pilot's uniform, walked up to J7. The other onlookers assumed he was a pilot arranged by the airport to take photos for them, and excitedly surrounded him.

Even the staff nearby didn't suspect anything and let Sun Zhiwei board the plane.

Ignoring everyone else, Sun Zhiwei turned on the power switch and started the aircraft's self-check.

Seeing that the fuel tank was less than 1/5 full, he immediately used the space to load some aviation fuel from a nearby fuel depot, filled the tank, and then began to preheat the engine.

The roar of the fighter jet engines filled the air; these were jet engines, and the sound was terrifying, driving the surrounding crowd far away.

The staff responsible for maintaining order noticed something was wrong and quickly ran over to inquire about the situation.

"Brother, what are you doing? Testing the engine? Can't you test it in the hangar at night? Look how scared you've scared the tourists."

Sun Zhiwei gave him an apologetic look and said, "Did I scare someone? I'm so sorry, but now I'm taking it home. See you later."

After he finished speaking, the cabin hatch began to descend, and the airport staff quickly retreated.

The fighter jet then slowly turned and taxied toward an empty runway not far away.

The audience members who had bought tickets to watch the plane were all confused. What was going on? Why did the plane move? I want a refund.

"Tower, tower, this is flight 045, on runway 9, ready for takeoff. Please clear the relevant airspace. Over."

"To reiterate, this is flight number 045, about to take off from runway 9. Tower, please clear the relevant airspace. Over."

The control tower heard the call, but after checking for a long time, they couldn't find the takeoff plan, so they quickly inquired.

"Number 045, which pilot are you? There are no scheduled takeoffs for this aircraft today. Over."

"I am 'Diting,' a pilot of the Chinese People's Air Force. I will be taking our plane home. Goodbye. Over."

After answering, Sun Zhiwei turned off the intercom, floored the accelerator, and began to accelerate.

The control tower had already spotted the J7 accelerating and quickly brought all aircraft on the adjacent runway to a stop to clear the way.

In less than a minute, Sun Zhiwei soared into the sky and disappeared into the distant sky.

The control tower then realized that the aircraft that had just taken off was the fighter jet that was on display.

They are a civilian airport, and they can only report it immediately if they pass through this area.

After leaving Taoyuan Airport, Sun Zhiwei quickly reached the sea, began low-altitude sea-skimming flight, and then rushed towards Pingtan, the nearest city, at top speed.

Flying at low altitudes was to avoid radar, and choosing the shortest distance was to get support from home.

He knew he was just a half-baked pilot; he was good at simply flying a plane, but trying to pilot a fighter jet and engage in aerial combat with other aircraft was a joke.

Therefore, he focused solely on flooring the accelerator and not letting go, prioritizing speed.

Upon receiving a notification from Taoyuan Airport, the military airport immediately scrambled two F-5 fighter jets to intercept the aircraft.

As a result, the ground radar could not find Sun Zhiwei's location, so the fighter jets that took off had to rely on their own radars to find the target.

Upon receiving the order, the pilot could only climb immediately in order to use radar to locate targets at high altitude.

By this time, Sun Zhiwei's J-7 had increased its speed to Mach 2, or 40 kilometers per minute. The strait was only 150 kilometers long. At such a high speed, the interceptor fighters that were climbing could not catch up. In just a few minutes, Sun Zhiwei had crossed the median line.

The F5's takeoff also alerted the other side, prompting two fighter jets to scramble from the opposite airport.

The two sides confronted each other over the strait for half a day before returning home.

Sun Zhiwei breathed a sigh of relief when he saw fighter jets flying overhead. He began to climb, turn north, and turn on the walkie-talkie.

As soon as the intercom was turned on, an emergency call came through, and Sun Zhiwei answered it immediately.

"This is Chinese airspace. Which country's aircraft are you? Please respond immediately. Over."

"This is the lost J7, serial number 045, driver 'Diting'."

"I am about to fly back to Daishan Airport. Thank you for your help, comrades. Over."

After waiting for a long time, a reply finally came; they must have gone to inquire about the news.

"Welcome home, 'Diting'. My two fighter jets will escort you throughout the journey. Over."

"Received, thank you. Over."

Soon, the two fighter jets that had just launched an attack flew to either side of Sun Zhiwei and began to escort him.

The pilot above even raised his hand and gave Sun Zhiwei a thumbs-up, to which Sun Zhiwei immediately returned the gesture.

Twenty minutes later, the fighter jets approached Daishan. One of the escorting fighter jets accelerated ahead to lead the way, while the other brought up the rear.

"Daishan, Daishan, this is number 045. Pilot 'Diting' requests landing. Over."

"Number 045, this is Daishan. Please land on runway 2. Welcome home. Over."

Sun Zhiwei was a little surprised to hear that the tower's response came from a middle-aged male voice. He wondered why there were still such elderly operators in the control tower these days.

"Number 045 received, Runway 2, about to land. Over."

Sun Zhiwei spotted Runway 2 below and began to descend. Soon, he safely landed his aircraft at the end of Runway 2.

Before he could even come to a complete stop, a large group of people surrounded him from all sides.

Sun Zhiwei calmly shut down the aircraft system, then took out the safe containing the gold from his spatial storage and held it in his hand.

The cabin hatch rose, and Sun Zhiwei climbed out of the cockpit, then jumped off the plane carrying his suitcase.

At this moment, a leader came forward and extended his right hand to him. Sun Zhiwei quickly took off his helmet, tucked it under his left armpit, and used his right hand to shake hands with the leader.

However, he was still wearing an inner mask, which covered most of his face.

The leader was taken aback when he saw that he was still wearing half a mask, but then remembered something and did not ask any questions.

"Thank you, Comrade 'Diting', you have washed away our shame. On behalf of all the officers and soldiers of Daishan, I thank you."

Sun Zhiwei could have landed at any airport when he returned with his plane.

However, by voluntarily flying the plane back to Daishan, he openly reduced Daishan's responsibility, since the plane had returned.

This is a significant favor, and the leaders of Daishan must be grateful for it.

"Of course, please keep my information confidential. Also, I need a transport plane to take me back to Beijing."

(End of this chapter)