Chapter 278

Chapter 278: The Clear "FUCK-YOU"

The cabin of the RC-135 reconnaissance aircraft immediately lost balance, and the odds and ends inside scattered everywhere, with screams filling the entire cabin.

The crew members, who had never experienced real combat, were frightened into terrified shouts, believing the plane would crash.

Captain Mierie Bill’s face turned ashen, and he bit his lip to resist the overload, remaining silent.

“Look out, I’ll show you!” Lin Mo, piloting the P-51 Mustang, pulled back hard on the control stick, climbing rapidly for over ten meters, narrowly avoiding the RC-135’s wings as they passed beneath.

Bang! Bang!

Two streams of fire, woven from 12.7mm bullets, shot out, brushing within five meters of the nose of the RC-135, startling the pilot so much that he jolted the aircraft, causing the crew members’ panicked screams to grow louder.

Replacing the original wings’ Browning machine guns, Lin Mo’s P-51 Mustang carried 85-style 12.7mm anti-aircraft machine guns on either side of its wings, with a range of 1,500 meters and using box-type ammunition.

One bullet could split a person in half, and if it hit the reconnaissance aircraft, it would surely create a large hole. If it struck a vital part of the aircraft, the entire crew would be doomed at this height.

“Quick, quick, lower altitude! He’s forcing us down!”

Mierie Bill, like the crew members, was terrified. They were not combat personnel, and facing someone who approached silently only to attack was like a scholar encountering a soldier—there was no way to reason with it.

A few technicians in the cabin were so frightened they were nearly in tears; they had never seen such a reckless plane.

“I’m lowering altitude! Oh my God! He opened fire! Sir, did you see that? He wants to kill us!” pilot Carl trembled all over, desperately adjusting the aircraft’s position, following Mierie Bill’s orders to gradually lower altitude.

Having witnessed the bullets pass frighteningly close to the cockpit, the RC-135’s pilot, Carl, had no doubt that if he continued to do things his way, the next barrage would shoot right through the cockpit and turn him into a pile of mush.

“What does he want?”

It was hard to imagine a four-engine jet being forced lower by a propeller aircraft.

Who said that power came from fancy technology? It didn’t matter how old the model was; as long as it had guns, it was the boss.

The 12.7mm anti-aircraft machine gun was not to be underestimated.

Lin Mo did not intend to shoot down the RC-135 or hijack it; that would mean trouble—lots of trouble.

He was just passing by while running errands. His superiors definitely had radar detection of this plane. Without issuing an order, he actually did not have the authority to do anything to this American aircraft.

Even if he wanted to take action against the reconnaissance plane, it was not his place to do so; no one could expect a piston fighter to bully a jet.

However, Lin Mo did not want to let this audacious plane off easily, so he planned to give it a memorable lesson.

“Gold Coin, can you help me out?”

Lin Mo snapped his fingers in the cockpit.

“Pay up!”

Damn it! This Giant Dragon was starting to talk about the economy, actually wanting a salary; it seemed he wasn’t a heartless boss after all.

“No problem. Once I arrive, I’ll let you go and give you a week off. There’s plenty of manganese nodules and shipwrecks at the bottom of the sea for you to feast on.”

Lin Mo could only raise both hands in surrender. This guy and he had no loyalty to talk about; there was no friendship, only a naked exchange of interests. Otherwise, he wouldn’t be able to control this fellow.

“A week. I don’t care where you go; just be back in a week, or… you know what I mean!”

“Got it, you fussy guy!”

“Alright, listen closely; it’s simple. Just like this… and this…”

The P-51 Mustang suddenly climbed back up, pulling a large loop, and dived toward the American RC-135 strategic reconnaissance aircraft that it had pushed down to 2,000 meters. Both wings’ machine guns roared to life, and two streams of bullets instantly pierced through the wings of the RC-135.

“We’ve been hit! We’ve been hit!”

The cabin of the RC-135 strategic reconnaissance aircraft erupted in cries as the vibrations from the bullets striking the plane were unmistakable. Suddenly, numerous finger-sized holes appeared in the wings outside the cabin.

The pilot desperately maneuvered the aircraft in an S-pattern, fleeing recklessly while the crew members felt the overwhelming G-forces tossing them around like they were on a wild roller coaster. Many had already closed their eyes in despair.

“Control the plane! Control the plane! Prepare to jump!”

Captain Mierie Bill still remembered his duty—a rare and precious thing at this moment.

“We’re going to crash! Oh God, we’re going to meet Him.”

“God! Please save us!”

“Mom, I’ll never see you again.”

“Damn it, I’m still a virgin…”

“Shut up! If you’re a virgin, then I’m still a maiden! Bullshit!”

The cabin descended into a hysterical chaos, with someone even unfastening their seatbelt in a panic, only to get hit and end up bloodied.

“Stop talking! Stop talking! I can still control it! The plane isn’t going down! Quiet! I need quiet! You idiots!”

The first to regain composure was pilot Carl, who yelled angrily at his colleague Mike, who was wailing loudly. He was surprised to discover that the bullets had only hit the wings, and fortunately, the engines were unharmed, allowing the plane to remain under control.

“Everyone, shut up!” Captain Mierie Bill shouted.

When Carl’s voice reached his ears, it was like hearing a heavenly song. If he could control the plane, it meant there was still hope. As long as they could land safely, there was a slim chance of survival, even if it was just a little.

The cabin instantly quieted down, though one male technician remained in a state of panic and got knocked out by a colleague’s punch.

“What about that plane? Where is it? It didn’t follow us!”

“The target is 5,000 meters away, altitude 3,000 meters, and the distance keeps increasing. Hurray, it gave up on us!”

“Thank the Lord! We are saved.”

Good news flowed in one after another, transforming the cabin from a hellish experience one second to a heavenly one the next, as desperate cries turned into cheers.

“Check the damage!”

There was no need for the captain to issue orders; the crew members sprang into action, checking the aircraft’s status with maximum efficiency.

“The wings were hit, with penetrating damage, but the structure is intact. The fuel tank has minor damage and has sealed itself thanks to the gel layer!”

“Great news! That devil is getting farther away, now 9,700 meters!”

“We need to get out of here. Carl, head back to base. I don’t want to stay here another second!”

“Gentlemen, we can only fly to the Philippines. Our fuel won’t last long enough to return; we’ll head straight back to the Okinawa base.”

“Alright, call for a refueling aircraft. We need fuel. Damn it, I wish the base in the Philippines was operational. I don’t understand why the higher-ups abandoned it!”

“Who knows? That’s their problem, not ours.”

“Quick, contact them! My hands are still shaking. Damn, I thought I was really going to meet God this time.”

“Me too. I’m shaking all over. My heart is just now starting to slow down.”

“Calling ‘Kadena’! Calling ‘Kadena’! This is RR-884. We’re short on fuel for the return flight; we need a ‘mama bird.’ Okay, okay, rendezvous coordinates are East longitude ××, North latitude ××. We can hold out for now, but we’d better have several F-22s for escort. Damn it! You scared us to death! Can you hurry up? Otherwise, I’ll report to Congress and complain about you all!”

Watching the crew members scramble about in confusion, Captain Mierie Bill took off his hat and held it in his hands, sweat dripping down his face and chin, falling onto his chest. In just a moment, he felt as if he had just been fished out of the water.

“Surviving a great disaster means future blessings.”

“This is just a warning. Damn it, I’m never coming back here again.”

Seeing the P-51 Mustang, representing the devil, drift further away, Mierie Bill felt as though he had lost all his strength and collapsed back into his seat, gasping for breath.

“FUCK-YOU,” those two words must have expressed his true feelings clearly.

Lin Mo mischievously thought, whistling; this wasn’t his masterpiece—he didn’t have such skills. It was all the work of that Giant Dragon.

Both the man and the dragon were oblivious that the words pierced through the wings of the RC-135 strategic reconnaissance aircraft would paralyze a circle of people in fear.

What kind of shooting ability was that? Was it luck or intention? In any case, this file was immediately sealed, and no one dared to expose it again, for it would be a fatal blow to morale.

…

“Bridge! Bridge! This is Old Wang from the deck crew. What time will the new instructor arrive? The wind has reached level five, and the weather conditions are getting worse.”

“Deck crew, we just detected the signal from the instructor’s P-51. It blinked and disappeared. I’ll check again; that’s right, the satellite connection is normal. It should be arriving soon. It could be due to the flying altitude and the Earth’s curvature that the phased array radar can’t see it. I’ll have the airborne training group 2 scan for it.”

“Okay, we’re preparing to retrieve the training aircraft. The winds and waves outside are quite strong.”

The 83 training aircraft carrier cruised between the Spratly Islands, recovering the training carrier aircraft, and three carrier aircraft teams were patrolling in the air.

“Cat Paw 3, this is the bridge. Please respond if you hear me.”