The Hummingbird fighter jet hovered in mid-air.
The Hummingbird is the miniature jet that Tang Fei and his team use, embodying the three major traits of a middle-aged man: 'short, small, and fast'.
Specifically, it means poor combat ability.
It was over before it even started.
Compared to the Phantom Fighters designed for high-intensity battle by the Black Bat Formation, it's no match at all.
With dozens of Phantom Fighters radar-locking them, 'surrender' is undoubtedly the best option.
When we can't solve problems with technology, we'll drag them back to their primal roots...
Draw your sword, young man!
Rumble...
The powerful roar of jets approached from afar, dozens of Phantom Fighters swarmed from three directions, surrounding the small, earth-colored Hummingbird with massive black bats.
The Hummingbird shook precariously.
"Shut down the engine, all personnel disembark for inspection."
"Shut down the engine, all personnel disembark for inspection."
