By the time he changed into his flight suit and stepped outside, people were already waiting for him. Nearly every pilot at the airport who was not on a mission was there.
"Salute!" everyone shouted in perfect unison.
Jiang Yan Hai froze for a moment. He had not really interacted with them much, but as he looked at the pilots lined up in the corridor, his eyes suddenly grew a little hot. Crying was out of the question, though. He was not that fragile.
He had not cried when he left Wolf Fang. This was nothing. It was just that, for soldiers, no matter where they were, emotions could sometimes be strangely complicated.
After returning everyone's salute, Jiang Yan Hai hurried straight to the airport. His fighter had already received its maintenance, and for the first time, it had been fitted with three external fuel tanks. He boarded the fighter, requested takeoff clearance from the Control Tower, and smoothly took off.
Once he reached high altitude, he immediately engaged afterburners and instantly entered hypersonic flight, racing toward his destination at top speed.
Although this was not some other kind of crisis, information security was equally tied to national security. The air routes ahead of Jiang Yan Hai were cleared for him. He pushed the fighter's engines to their time limit before gradually reducing speed.
The journey was less than 2,000 kilometers in total. After all, flying in a straight line would mean passing through other countries' airspace, so he had to make a detour.
Even so, Jiang Yan Hai appeared at Pudong Airport in just an hour.
At Pudong, the Control Tower immediately notified all passenger planes to suspend takeoffs and landings. At the same time, several military vehicles with distinctive sirens flashing, along with other support vehicles, sped toward