The fighter jet swept past above Luo Zheng's head, creating a sonic boom from the piercing air currents, causing a headache and blood to surge. Luo Zheng opened his mouth and shouted, not knowing what he was yelling, just feeling that the louder he shouted, the better he felt inside. The fighter jet roared away, and the negative damage from the sonic boom gradually faded. Luo Zheng knew it needed to turn around for another attack, so he dared not linger, driving the snowmobile forward. Occasionally, he glanced up to see the fighter jet turning, but found it roaring north instead.
"Eh?" Luo Zheng didn't know why the fighter jet left, but was very clear about his situation. If he didn't leave quickly, he would surely die, so he continued rushing forward. Breaking free from the missile attack was already a stroke of luck, but Luo Zheng couldn't guarantee his luck would hold out.
