Nuwa turned into a robotic form at a near-earth height and slowly landed on a cliff by the sea.

Luo Meiwu climbed out of the cockpit, carried a pair of red high heels in her hand, and jumped lightly to the palm of Nuwa's hand.

Yu Zhesen controlled Nuwa to squat down and put Luo Meiwu on the ground.

"I'll leave the Nuwa to you, baby. This is a big treasure of 1.5 billion, please be at ease." Luo Meiwu raised her head and smiled at him.

"Oh, the cockpit of a person is finally spacious and comfortable." Yu Zhesen said loudly on purpose.

"Your sister! Yu Zhesen, you are a straight man..."

Luo Meiwu stomped her feet, then smiled angrily: "Come back alive."

"Okay, but in case of an accident, I will try to keep a recording. Please help me transfer it to the Security Bureau Commissioner Anhe."

Luo Meiwu thought to herself: "Didn't it be passed on to your adoptive father, Director An?"

"It's all the same." Yu Zhesen smiled.

Anyway, the only one who can be called a "family" in this world is the father and daughter named An.

If he really wants to leave his last words, he is embarrassed to use them all to confess to An He, and he will get half of the points to give An Zhitian a thank you for his cultivation over the years.

As for An He... instead of using affection to increase her future troubles, it is better to be more humorous as always.

The restarted Nuwa transformed into a fighter plane form and ignited and launched into the air.

"Hey, I thought about the funeral before, but now I think about the last words. This is too unlucky!" He murmured to himself in the cockpit of the Nuwa.

"Actually, I am not optimistic about your plan to raid the mothership." Shi Xin appeared on the electronic screen of the Nuwa, occupying the left half of the three-dimensional perception map of the battlefield situation.

Her body is also outlined with green lines in the three-dimensional picture, which looks like a three-dimensional modeling draft.

"I also think it is unlikely to kill a deep-sea warship with just a few planes, but the group of people in the 141 team are obviously ready to die."

Yu Zhesen told her what she thought: "But I always feel... if I don't go, I'm a little sorry for them, and I'm also sorry for the advanced Nuwa."

"You are such a gentle and good man."

"Don't, I'm getting goosebumps. An He won't say such things even if she dies. Please pay attention to it later."

"I'm not An He, I'm Shi Xin, so I'll say! Listening to Yu Zhesen, I said it's hard for you to succeed because you think the performance of vxf-21 or Nuwa is not good. If the weapons you carry can hit, it's enough to destroy that warship!"

Yu Zhesen wondered: "So you think we can't hit it? Why? I don't know what weapons the 141st team of the Defense Forces use, but there are various types of missiles on the Nuwa. We used to kill the drone group with over-visual range strikes."

"Because Friedheim is there."

"Can Friedheim intercept missiles in his body?" Yu Zhesen was stunned, "Is the madman of the priest level so terrifying?"

"Tell you a ghost story. The 141 team was not controlled by the electronic warfare weapons on the warship, but by Friedheim alone." Shi Xin said seriously, "The control red line you cut off in the virtual space is connected to him. Have you forgotten?"

Of course I didn't forget it, but Yu Zhesen originally thought that the image of Friedheim in the virtual space was just a symbol of the hacker of the sect, and Friedheim's own superpowers could be systematically hacked and controlled.

"Friedheim's superpower is to create electronic interference, and there is no missile that can break through his defense." Shi Xin said pessimistically.

"Will Team 141 go to the fire?" Yu Zhesen was a little anxious.

This will be an attack that is doomed to be successful.

The Nuwa was fully powered, flew across the sky like a meteor, and rushed towards the sea where the Guilin Sect's deep-sea mothership was anchored.

Team 141's four vxf-21s reappeared in his battlefield situational awareness map.

"All missiles that are attacked by the visual range are intercepted by the opponent, and the opponent seems to have strong electronic interference capabilities!" The call of the long aircraft during communication sounds desperate.

"Squad 141, please return immediately." Yu Zhesen's voice came from the Nuwa, "There are electronic interference psychics on the enemy ship, and your attack will not work!"

As if to confirm what he said, Nuwa opened the machine's belly and hid the bullet cabin, and fired the entire bullet again.

Friedheim, wearing a white judge-style wig, was standing on the deck of the ship, looking at the missiles flying in like meteors in the air, and just gently tapped the crutches in his hand.

The missile group, which cost nearly 10 million yuan, instantly lost guidance and plunged into the sea like headless flies.

"Since the missile does not work... we only have the only means of attack!" The 141 team leader let out a low roar, "Everyone approaches the target! Destroy it at all costs!"

Are these people crazy? They drove the most advanced supersonic stealth fighter of the defense army and were going to rush to the face of the giant ship to play the Shenfeng Special Attack?

At first, Yu Zhesen could not understand this kind of tribute to the war madman of the East Ocean Island Kingdom in the old era, until he drove the Nuwa and flew over the black deep-sea mothership behind the buttocks of the 141 team.

Seeing the four missile silos opened behind the bridge, as well as the slowly rising launchers and missiles, Yu Zhesen understood the significance of this decisive attack - if these weapons cannot be destroyed, Qishima City will suffer a new round of destruction.

The 141 team's vxf-21 fighter jets swept low and poured out machine gun fire toward the deep-sea mothership, but they themselves were covered by the enemy ship's air defense fire network.

The wingman in the chief aircraft formation was the first to be destroyed and exploded, while the other three aircraft still moved forward against air defense fire.

"Shixin! Can we pass through the firepower net?"

"It's OK to predict with the law of cause and effect, but you have to be prepared for a headache."

The auxiliary thruster at the tail of Nuwa sprayed out hot flames, actively sacrificing stealth performance for stronger maneuverability, and instantly accelerated beyond the 141 team.

The closer it gets to the deep-sea mothership, the more dense the air defense firepower network it encounters. The Nuwa keeps rolling and rotating in the air, swaying left and right, and freely avoiding the game in the hell-level difficulty barrage.

"Master, please retreat for the time being!"

A burly and strong man about 2.5 meters tall, holding an energy shield in front of Friedheim. His eyes were two silver metal prosthetic eyes the size of a table tennis ball, transmitting the image of Nuwa breaking up a thousand meters high into the connected electronic brain.

"Franken, the comrades are still fighting to the death to rescue the "yin" and the minions of the Iron Dome Order on land. How can we retreat here with such powerful weapons?" Friedheim glared with his head held high with a cane.

He shouted to the sky: "Even if this is the will of God's creation! We will never surrender!"

A hemispherical iridescent barrier suddenly unfolded, covering a giant ship more than 100 meters long under the light curtain.

Yu Zhesen and the 141st team behind were shocked by this scene. The rainbow barrier blocked their cannon attack, but the air defense firepower on the mothership could still penetrate the barrier and attack them.

What's even more strange is that a six-winged angel with metal prosthetic body appeared on the dome of the rainbow light. Judging from the appearance of the prosthetic body, he was a woman.

The angel's left-handed energy shield and the right-handed lightsaber, and the wings behind him ejected accelerating heat flames, which looked like a sassy meteor when it moved.

She rushed straight towards Nuwa, avoided by Yu Zhesen using the law of causality and the body's supermaneuverability, but the sound of VXF-21 explosion came from behind.

Team 141 lost another fighter plane, and the sky violently cut the body with a lightsaber.

"Ahem..." Friedheim coughed up blood foam, his body arched slightly forward, and most of his weight was almost concentrated on the crutch.

He seemed to be a little unsteady and his face turned extremely pale.

"Master..."

Franken, who was conscientiously holding the energy shield in front of him to cover Friedheim, turned around worriedly, and his huge body made him look very clumsy when doing such a tiny move.
Chapter completed!