Ignoring whether it was shock or some other thought, at this moment they tentatively sent out a communication to the other side.
This reply was not meant for the pilot, but to tell the Superhuman that they could have a real-time conversation here.
If it was a human, perhaps they could communicate.
And under such a notion, Chen Yun also gave a timely response:
"Suddenly chasing after me and watching me for a long while, you guys even used satellites and radar to watch me for a good amount of time before this."
"A little gaze tax wouldn't be a problem, right?"
Chen Yun's voice, calm yet with a hint of a smile, echoed within the cockpit of the fighter jet.
Mike Bell couldn't understand.
But he vaguely realized that this was Chinese.
However, he didn't need to understand, just like how the communication from the base was not intended for him, neither were Chen Yun's words.
The communication channel within the fighter jet was only silent for a brief moment, less than a minute.
