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"Guys, does anyone want a taxi?"

Fisher raised his head and saw that more than a dozen Titan transport planes he had been on before were slowing down, and among them was an old acquaintance, Buck from Angel City.

"Stinky boy, you played well!"

"It's alright!" Fisher was not humble, and jumped on the transport plane directly on the Titan, and then Duang Duang smashed it.

"No time to explain, take off!"

As a result, a Typhon star near-ground racing competition began. At the forefront were several ships of the IMC, full of evacuated soldiers and staff, and less than 20 kilometers away from these ships, the resistance army A large swarm of dark clouds, fighter jets, gunboats, and transport aircraft are like hard-working little bees chasing food, biting tightly at the rear of the IMC fleet.

"Attention to all aircraft, give priority to clearing the enemy escort groups and escort ships, you can fire freely!"

"learn!"

The resistance fighters, which looked like the Swedish j21b fighter jets, took the lead in attacking, and the missiles scattered all over the sky, shattering a large number of IMC fighter jets who were only looking to escape.

The remaining IMC battleships hurriedly turned their self-defense artillery to prepare to counterattack, but because of design problems, most of the battleship's artillery was deployed in the front half, and only a few point-defense guns could fire at the rear, and the resistance pilots It is also very chicken thieves trying to hide in the position directly behind the opponent and output frantically.

An IMC frigate in the rear quickly lost power because its engine was blown up, and then crashed into the ground with billowing black smoke.

"Well done, there are two left!"

The cheering resistance pilots were preparing to make persistent efforts. When the remaining two ships were shot down, a series of dense missiles suddenly jumped out from below, killing several resistance fighter planes in the blink of an eye.

"Unknown enemy Titan is approaching!" Fisher raised the xo16 and pulled out a barrage, but the Viper Titan, which was transformed from the North Star, was too fast. The force turned to Fisher and the transport plane at his feet.

"Bang bang bang!" The dense number of missiles locked on Fisher and flew out, the latter was not to be outdone, abd's missile compartment locked the incoming missiles to fight back, Fisher even held his left hand with a weak mind, pulled the opponent, and then a The rockets slammed into the opponent's face.

Because of Fisher's pulling, the driver of the Viper thought that there was a problem with his body, and he was hit by a high-explosive armor-piercing rocket, and the driver simply left the battlefield.

"Well done, Pilot, now we're taking down the Malta that stands in our way!"

"We can't get close, the point anti-guns are tearing us apart!" Some pilots complained.

"It doesn't matter, let abd throw me over!" Fisher zoomed in on the helmet's view and locked onto an open deck at the rear of the huge battleship. The distance was only 220 meters, and abd could throw himself over.

"Wow, I like this plan, brother, are you coming to Squad 6-4, we can definitely get along!" A frivolous voice inserted the channel, it was the Davis Pilot from Squad 6-4.

"Shut up Davis, you get on the pilot first, and we'll be there later!" Another pilot interrupted his companion's muttering.

"Okay, abd, let's go!"

Fisher put the weapon on his back, then trotted two steps and jumped on the palm of abd.

"Leave it to me, Iron Man!" abd turned his left fist into his palm, pointed obliquely towards the sky, and after calculating the advance, he looked at Fisher, his left hand turned back into a fist, his right arm rotated, and Fisher was thrown out.

Feeling the whirring sound of the wind rubbing against his ears, Fisher's own heart couldn't help thumping. This was at an altitude of 60,000 feet. Looking down from this position, even the highest mountain peaks. It also looks like a small mountain bag within reach.

The distance of 100 meters was approaching in an instant. The calculation of the machine was very accurate, without the slightest error. Fisher activated the jet device and slowly landed on the metal deck.

"Found the enemy pilot!" The IMC infantryman looked at Fisher, who emerged from behind his butt, in amazement, and then fell to the ground in bursts of gunshots, while Fisher also repaired from the bottom all the way. Deck all the way to the upper artillery deck.

The gunner who was operating the flank macro cannon was killed in the gun position before he could react. The Malta's flanking firepower was greatly reduced, and then more transport planes approached and put down a larger number of pilots.

"Haha, good job, brother, but we are not bad at 6-4! Today I'll show you how good we are!" The pilot named Davis tapped Fisher's chest very familiarly. A, to show friendliness.

"Please!" Fisher made a please gesture.

The wolf-like 6-4 team is more skilled than Fisher. There is almost no enemy in front of the four-member team. With them opening the way, everyone quickly arrived at the bridge.

"Don't shoot, it's bulletproof glass!" An iron pilot saw a row of officers standing behind the huge French window, and subconsciously raised his gun and fired, but the bullet was accidentally thrown away.

"Brother, today I'll show you how we did 6-4!"

After all, the four pilots of the team took out plastic explosives from their backpacks and stuck them on the glass windows.

The explosives detonated, shattering the glass windows, and the rebels standing by the windows pulled the trigger before the IMC officers could react.

"Empty, empty!"

The gunpowder smoke cleared, and the entire bridge was slumped with corpses.

"The battleship has been taken, sir!"

"All of them, target Sirius, set off! Iron pilot, the battleship is handed over to you!"

Fisher took out his own pulse knife and inserted it into the main console of the battleship. As the blue indicator filled the target ring of the knife handle, the 600-meter-long destroyer was under his control.

"Full firepower adjustment, target Sirius!"

The dozens of turrets deployed on the upper half of the Malta hull immediately turned and aimed at Sirius two kilometers ahead of him.

Then Fisher only felt a shock under his feet, and then the view of the bridge was overwhelmed by the overwhelming artillery fire. The shield of the Sirius could not even be successfully activated, and then the second half of the ship was battered. The group propulsion engine immediately stopped the two groups, and the speed dropped sharply.

"Brisk!" Madd, who was watching the battle, was about to jump, "Move the holy ark immediately! Immediately, immediately!"

"I heard it, General!" Brisk on the Sirius battleship glanced at the rebels who were chasing and beating behind him, and sighed, these annoying dog skin plasters!

"Viper, come and pick up the holy ark, the others, prepare to abandon the ship, Sloan, the last business is handed over to you!"