I painted an aircraft carrier on the courtyard house for Dongda University.

Zhou Weiguo then realized what was happening, slapped his forehead, and hurriedly went over to hug and comfort Nannan for a long time.

"Alright, alright, brother, hurry up and copy Wang Wei's hero abilities. Hero-level Red Alert units take a long time to spawn, so you might as well just copy them and use them yourself. Anyway, you don't need those extra energy points."

Zhou Weiguo then nodded.

"Hey buddy, let's randomly draw five times for Wang Wei, the hero-level pilot of Xia Kingdom!"

Ding-dong, system notification: "Congratulations, host, you have successfully extracted the hero-level pilot Wang Wei from the Xia Kingdom."

get:

Item: Wang Wei's J8II

Items: Wang Wei's J8II design drawings and material specifications

Skill: Wang Wei's hero-level special ability Precision Strike (possesses the characteristic of one-hit kill, each strike will hit the enemy's weak point).

Skill: Wang Wei's fighter jet piloting physique (Due to the host's abnormal physique, he can withstand 12G overload for a long time. Skill conversion enhances the host's piloting skills).

Skill: Wang Wei's aircraft piloting ability (After system enhancement, the host can pilot all aircraft and possesses ultimate piloting skills)

..............

Two hours later.

Zhou Weiguo piloted the enhanced Harrier fighter jet and flew rapidly toward Tian Zao's location.

He had just stored Natasha, his guards, and all their equipment in his spatial storage, and then took off in his fighter jet outside Beijing.

Zhou Weiguo retrieved Tian Zao's location from his communicator, compared it with his own flight coordinates, and finally felt relieved. At the Harrier's speed, he could catch up with the plane carrying Tian Zao in less than an hour.

As the voyage progressed, Zhou Weiguo gradually began to feel bored.

With limited space inside the cabin, aside from occasionally gazing at the sea of ​​clouds passing by outside the window, one could only repeatedly explore and study the various control functions of the fighter jet, wishing to find some new ways to play to pass the time.

He thought the journey would be smooth sailing, but to his surprise, just over half an hour into the flight, an unusual spot of light suddenly appeared on the airborne radar screen. About 100 kilometers away, an unidentified target was rapidly approaching him.

It's important to know that the Harrier jet he was piloting was equipped with the now-famous AN/APG-65 pulse-Doppler radar, the standard radar for the American F/A-18 carrier-based aircraft in the 1980s. Its 120-kilometer detection range alone was enough to make it stand out in that era. Although the jet was only equipped with the AIM-9X short-range air-to-air missile, this improved missile, with its 50-kilometer range and 30-kilometer no-escape zone, was practically invincible in the air at that time.

The flickering lights on the radar screen instantly invigorated Zhou Weiguo.

He had been so bored for the past half hour that he almost went to look for a sketchbook in his space to pass the time. Now that a "guest" had come, it was a good opportunity to stretch his muscles.

A hundred kilometers away, a giant, jet-black reconnaissance aircraft was steadily traversing between the clouds.

This aircraft has a long fuselage and wide wings; it is the U-2 high-altitude reconnaissance aircraft that the United States is proud of, and is known as the "Lady of the Dragon".

Inside the cabin, the pilot, dressed in a bulky, spacesuit-like pressure suit, gazed contentedly at the sea of ​​clouds outside the porthole, muttering to himself, "Oh, this view is absolutely breathtaking. Mary should have come with me. If we could share such beauty, she would definitely agree to go on a romantic adventure with me."

"This damn mission! I was supposed to be enjoying the night view with my dear Mary, but now I'm going to be separated from her for over ten hours. It's only been two hours since we parted, and I'm already starting to miss her perfume like crazy." The driver slammed his fist on the control stick in frustration, his face full of resentment.

Suddenly, his gaze was drawn to a small moving dot outside the porthole: "Oh? How can there be a bird flying at an altitude of 15,000 meters?"

But as he drew closer, his pupils suddenly contracted. It wasn't a bird at all, but a strangely shaped fighter jet!

"My God! How can there be fighter jets in this godforsaken place?" The pilot panicked instantly, frantically pulling on the control stick. "No, I have to climb immediately! Get back to a safe altitude! Mary, please bless me, I'll never look at the sea of ​​clouds from so low again!"

On the other side, Zhou Weiguo had already locked onto the target with radar. When he saw the familiar outline of the fuselage, his eyes lit up... It was the legendary U-2 reconnaissance aircraft!

A bold idea instantly took shape in his mind.

Without further hesitation, he slammed the throttle to the floor and piloted the Harrier jet straight toward the "big guy" ahead.

To Zhou Weiguo's surprise, the other party was so "uncivilized" that they immediately increased their altitude and prepared to escape as soon as they spotted him.

But he had no intention of shooting down this precious fighter jet directly. The U-2's reconnaissance technology was top-notch at the time, and if he could capture it, its value would be much greater than shooting it down.

Seeing the other party fly further and further away, Zhou Weiguo almost opened fire with his machine gun, but fortunately he had a flash of inspiration, quickly grabbed the radio, switched to the public channel and called out in fluent English.

"Hey buddy, what are you running around for? We're all on the same side."

Zhou Weiguo deliberately softened his tone, "You don't actually think that my precious fighter jet could be built by the Xia Kingdom, which can't even manufacture a single fighter jet screw, or by that rude bear, do you?"

Only a buzzing sound came from the radio. He paused, then called out again, "Hello? Can you hear me? Hello?"

Just then, a trembling voice finally came through the radio.

Zhou Weiguo breathed a sigh of relief and teased with a smile, "Oh, buddy, you finally replied. I thought you were scared out of your wits. Why did you suddenly run away?"

"Oh my God! Dude, you scared me to death!"

The other person's voice was filled with relief at surviving the ordeal, "I thought I was going to die here, but it turns out it's one of our own. Which base are you from? I've never seen this plane before. To run into a fellow traveler in this godforsaken place is incredibly lucky!"

Seeing that the U-2 had stopped climbing, Zhou Weiguo slowly adjusted the throttle and flew the fighter jet to the side of the enemy.

Before he could even speak, the other person on the radio asked curiously, "Hey bro, is your plane the latest model? It's so cool! All those missiles under the wings? It's practically an aerial fortress! What's it called?"

Zhou Weiguo deliberately piqued the other party's interest, and replied with a smile, "Buddy, this is called a Harrier jet, a new marvel that can take off and land vertically. Come on, let me show you how powerful it is."

"Oh God! Don't come any closer! Stay away from me! Something bad will happen."

The other party immediately tensed up, "My plane is too big. If we collide, we're all doomed!"

Zhou Weiguo, however, wouldn't let him have his way. He said casually, "Oh, buddy, you're too cautious. Don't worry, my skills are top-notch. Come on, let me show you my 'big treasure' down there."