DC Tyrant

The wind is a knife.

Countless frenzied knives surged towards his face in all directions, his clothes were rattled by the wind, and the air currents flicked his hair randomly.

In the eyes of fighter pilots, his figure was infinitely tall, overwhelming his sight like a mountain.

Batty's spine is proud at all times, and his eyes are staring at anyone without emotion, which will give people a kind of fear that trembles to the bottom of their hearts.

"This is impossible!!!"

The pilot of the Eagle fighter was so frightened that his heart clenched and his breath became stagnant. This was impossible.

Who can jump from a helicopter to a fighter jet at an altitude of nearly 2,000 meters!

The distance between the two is at least thirty meters.

Not to mention whether you will be blown away by the airflow when you jump off.

The speed of the Eagle fighter jet alone is enough to smash a person into a pulp, how could it be possible to stand on the nose.

"startle…"

Barty let out a deep breath from his throat. The impact force at that moment when he jumped down, the kinetic energy combined with the forward speed of the Eagle fighter jet, the gravity, and his own deliberate control, even if he , I also feel my body is numb, every pore is pricked with goosebumps, and the veins in my body are about to burst into pain.

Just dented the nose of the Eagle fighter a little bit, so that he could withstand the blowing of the strong wind and air flow, so as not to let the wind and the impact of the Eagle fighter blow him away.

The strong wind ruffled his hair, and the pain was far from enough to make him show a painful expression. The sunshine shone all the time, which made him recover almost instantly. He stared at the cockpit indifferently.

Seeing the driver's pupils shrinking, and just as he was about to subconsciously control the joystick to pitch the fighter jet, Bady clenched his fist with his right hand, suddenly gathered powerful muscle strength, and punched towards the cockpit glass.

Bati's original strength is about 15 tons. It is not surprising that through the control of the muscles of the body, the way of exerting force and the superimposed strength of punching can exert ten times the strength.

The greater the muscle strength, the more terrifying the superimposed strength of exercise will be.

Even if he had to stabilize himself from falling because he was standing on the nose of the aircraft, he could still exert a force close to 100 tons.

'boom'

This kind of force was punched out by a fist, which directly punched through the glass shield, and a hole was pierced in the fighter glass shield, and the crack spread along the glass.

The shards of glass splashed directly on the driver's face, causing his eyes to narrow in horror, and his heart was filled with fear.

This is still human?

Punch through the cockpit glass!

He was horrified in his heart, but his movements were not slow. He directly pulled down the joystick, and his frightened body leaned against the cockpit, subconsciously trying to stay away, staring at the fist that pierced the cockpit glass.

'boom'

The sound of the roaring engine exploded with an incomparably huge thrust, and the blue flames shot out from the tail, and the Eagle fighter jet quickly soared into the sky at a 90-degree angle.

Bati let out a solemn cry, turned his fist into a palm, and with five fingers like steel, he grabbed the edge of the hole in the cockpit glass, and was carried straight into the sky by the Eagle fighter jet.

He was suspended with one arm outside the Eagle fighter jet, shaking his head dangerously, and the turbulent air wave became more violent, piercing and surging, and slashed on Bati's face like knives.

His eyes were firm and fearless, facing the piercing wind, he never wavered or frightened.

Now at an altitude of about 2,500 meters, even if he fell from here, he would probably die because it was too high.

His figure sank little by little outside the Eagle fighter, and his five steel fingers gradually sank. Under the external force of the airflow and the upward momentum of the Eagle fighter itself, his fingers tore the cockpit glass down little by little.

Fingers scratched the glass directly, like the claws of a beast grasping the tree, scraping out large pieces of bark.

The cockpit glass on the left was directly torn off by his steel fingers, and the fingers clasped rigidly, pulling them straight to the steel guard.

Glass shattered and fell in the sky, and under the sunlight, dots of glass shone dazzlingly.

The pilot in the cockpit was already terrified and terrified, and the airflow slapped his face, making him turn pale with fright.

At 2,500 meters, without the protection of the cockpit glass, when the aircraft ascends, descends, or turns rapidly, the pilot will be subjected to more than two accelerations of gravity, which will compress the arteries of the body, causing the body's blood and heart load to increase.

To put it simply, without a protective cover, ordinary people can't stand flying at too high a speed and high altitude, and they will die.

After the fighter jet rushed up, the pilot saw with a pale face that Bati had torn off the cockpit glass, and quickly turned and swooped down, his body leaning firmly on the position of the glass cover on the other side.

The moment the fighter jet turned around, Bati put his hands together, and clasped them tightly on the steel shield.

The downward momentum of the Eagle fighter jet was not very violent, and it was obviously also related to the damage of the glass. The driver inside could not bear too strong a sprint.

However, the style can still be thrown away.

In the downward momentum, the Eagle fighter jet turned three or four consecutive turns in the downward thrust in order to get rid of Barty, rolling like a nimble swallow.

Facing the strong wind, Bati's hands were muscular, his fingers were like steel, and he clasped tightly on the Eagle Fighter. No matter how he shook him, he couldn't get rid of him.

This exciting and swinging flight, on the contrary, made Bati feel the excitement of his blood surging, his blood boiling, and the sky and the earth flying freely, which made him want to look up to the sky and howl.

Barty grinned.

During this exciting 'flying', he felt a sense of freedom and joy, and the thought of being able to soar into the sky and look down on the earth in the future made his heart excited and his blood soar.

In a slow moment of forward rush, he seized the opportunity, turned over neatly, jumped onto the head of the fighter jet, returned to the position where he landed, and tore off the remaining cockpit glass.

His big hand reached directly into the cockpit and forcibly pulled the pilot out.

Fear climbed up the driver's face, and being blown by the wind as cold as a knife aroused his panic even more, and he kept crying for his life in fear.

Ba Di let go of him and let him fly freely with the wind.

He turned around and stepped on the forward-moving Eagle fighter jet. His majestic body stood upright in the sky, his head was raised facing the forest, white clouds and blue sky.

The days of the Kryptonian conspiracy counting.

Those who have failed.

used people.

He came to the earth and was imprisoned for one year and three months.

His eyes flashed through everything in the past.

at this moment.

He is truly free and has the ability to conquer everything.

At this moment, the blood in his body seemed to be on fire, boiling hot, burning his will, his body.

Bati held his chest high, facing the fierce wind, tearing his military uniform with both hands, exhausting all his strength, blushing and roaring to the sky, roaring out the anger he had buried!

A tear was blown far away from the corner of his eye by the wind, shining in the sunlight.