High above the sky, a human aircraft and an alien aircraft were locked together like eagles and hawks in a deadly struggle!
In their all-out battle, both aircraft kept losing altitude. The Flying Shark plunged headfirst into the clouds, its WS-10 engines roaring as they tore through the cloud layer. The nose pierced the thin clouds, and its remaining Canard tore apart the "cotton ball," turning it into vortices that boosted lift against the wings. When the aircraft emerged from the clouds, it seemed draped in a thin white garment, mist scattering across the sky and trailing behind it in a conspicuous vapor trail.
The instant the J-15 burst from the clouds, the other triangular aircraft followed it out, its nose pointed toward the Flying Shark.
As if he had foreseen it, Liu Jun rolled and turned sharply, pulling the stick to evade the Sentinel's attack. G-forces pinned him hard against his seat. Both hands clenched around the controls as he prepared to evade the Sentinel's next strike.
His eyes behind the sunglasses were calm, his gaze occasionally sweeping over the rearview mirror ahead of the cockpit to track the Sentinel's exact position.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
Rolling 360 degrees, the Flying Shark continuously fired its large-caliber flares. Brilliant white streaks gathered behind the J-15, eventually forming a beautiful ring that enveloped the Sentinel.
Whoosh!
An invisible pulse laser pierced the white wreath, like Cupid's arrow striking the bullseye—except this arrow was lethal.
"The laser's deviation was limited. The flares' interference was limited."
Liu Jun calmly analyzed the Sentinel's targeting method. It definitely was not using radar; it was essentially a giant ECM generator itself. That left only electro-optical targeting, or some even more advanced method.
With electro-optical targeting, fired flares would interfere with the tracking system. Once the large-caliber flares