355: Chapter 355 The plane has been changed too?

"Actually... I also made some secret modifications to this plane..."

Secret modifications...

This statement, falling on the ears of the others, left them stunned on the spot.

Huh!?

Lin Heng actually modified the plane!?

Why didn't they know about it before??

It was only then that Long Anyou and the others realized that this plane was a retired aircraft that Africa had spent a huge sum to purchase from Long Country, while also getting free service from Pretty Country.

It was just that they never expected the Africans to actually possess the capability to modify this plane...

The most outrageous thing was that this modified plane could actually pass Long Country's security checks!

What kind of exaggerated technology was this?

However...

If it was modified, so be it!

If it wasn't detected, then it wasn't detected!

As long as it can save their lives right now, they would even acknowledge it if Lin Heng claimed this plane was the Skyfire from Cybertron!

Long Anyou quickly swallowed a mouthful of saliva. He immediately slapped the table and said:

"Then what are we waiting for?"

"Whatever you need us to do that we can cooperate with, we'll do it!"

"As long as we can successfully escape this crisis, even if you modify the plane into a fighter jet, I will help you cover up the matter!"

Hearing this, Lin Heng quickly nodded heavily.

"Actually, it's not a major modification, just a small adjustment to one part..."

"I need to go to the warehouse. Follow me next..."

"Oh, oh... okay, to the control room, right? Good, good, good. We'll follow you. We'll cooperate with whatever you say..."

Long Anyou and the others immediately agreed without thinking after hearing this.

Then, after they fully digested the meaning of Lin Heng's words, they quickly realized!

"Wait a minute!!"

Long Anyou's eyes immediately widened.

He looked at Lin Heng in front of him with terror.

"Uh... what did you just say? Say it again?"

"You said you need to go... go where again??"

Lin Heng quickly replied: "The warehouse!"

As he spoke, he walked towards the location of the warehouse.

Huh!?

Long Anyou and the others' expressions immediately became strange.

They were naturally very familiar with the warehouse of a civilian aircraft. It was filled with checked luggage, and sometimes they cooperated with express delivery companies to transport items that needed extremely fast arrival.

It was also the easiest part of the plane to detach from, and many airlines even modified the bottom into a cargo hold that could be loaded and unloaded like a battery pack...

They never expected Lin Heng to have modified that area!

They should have thought of this from the beginning...

But they never imagined that this guy actually modified that spot!

After a while, Long Anyou and the others finally reacted. After licking their dry lips, they quickly chased after Lin Heng.

"Is there anything we need to help you with?"

Long Anyou saw that Lin Heng's pace was fast and he could barely keep up. He immediately spoke to Lin Heng.

However, Lin Han only turned his head back and gave a faint smile.

"No need for help... You just need to sit here and watch the fireworks later."

Huh!?

Watch... watch fireworks?

Whose fireworks?

It couldn't be the fireworks from those two fighter jets, right?

Hearing this, everyone's expressions quickly became strange. They really didn't know where Lin Heng got his confidence from.

Or perhaps this guy was always this confident?

However, the events that followed were clearly no longer within their control. They could only speculate about the things Lin Heng mentioned based on their own imagination.

As for whether they could succeed, that wasn't something they could manage.

But they were still willing to believe that Lin Heng could really turn those two fighter jets into fireworks.

Otherwise, they would be the ones becoming fireworks set off by the enemy.

And a very big firework at that!

After Lin Heng finished speaking, he turned and entered the warehouse.

The others wanted to say something, but the passage into the warehouse was already completely sealed off. Even if they wanted to say something, it was useless.

The group exchanged glances, their expressions unnatural.

"Gentlemen... what do you think?"

What do we think?

What else can we think? We just sit here and wait for the fireworks...

...

Meanwhile, at the rear.

The two fighter jets from Pretty Country.

The two pilots grinned as they looked at the large prey ahead.

"Although I've fantasized about this scene many times, I've never practiced it. This time, the Navy Commander ordered us to take them down directly, no matter what means necessary..."

"This is truly exciting!"

One of them grinned, excitement and madness showing in his eyes.

"Heh heh... Just don't hold back. You held back last time and let them evade two fatal attacks. Don't miss this time, or it'll be laughable."

The pilot of the other plane transmitted a voice message to him.

Hearing this, the man immediately snorted coldly.

"That was just playing a cat-and-mouse game just now. Do you really think I can't hit them?"

"Heh heh... I hope so. But I advise you to act quickly, otherwise, if the people from Long Country catch up, we might not be able to keep them, and we might end up staying here instead..."

"Gauge the meaning of that yourself."

The other pilot said dismissively.

"Hmph! I know what I'm doing! Fine!"

"If I can't even shoot down a single civilian aircraft, I might as well quit being a pilot!"

"Heh heh... Better be that way!"

"..."

The two exchanged some verbal jabs, then quickly maneuvered their fighter jets towards the aircraft ahead.

At the same time, they continued to prepare their ammunition, getting ready for the final bombardment of the aircraft in front.

The speed of a top-tier fifth-generation fighter jet definitely surpassed that of a commercial aircraft by an unknown amount.

In just a few seconds, they had already caught up to the aircraft.

At this moment, one pilot gripped the control stick, his gaze automatically filled with ruthlessness.

The screen displayed that the ammunition was ready, and the sensory feedback had locked onto the target's central nervous system.

He only needed to press the button to send the civilian aircraft ahead into the sky.

"Die!"

The other roared and pressed the red button.

With a 'whoosh'!

A shell quickly shot out!

Its speed was much faster than the fighter jet; it only took a few seconds to catch up to the aircraft.

The pilot even showed a cruel smile.

It must have locked onto the target by now. A self-tracking shell couldn't possibly miss!

This time, it was certain to take their lives!

And at this moment...

His expression quickly changed!