Two fighter jets boxed the plane in from either side. The pilot on the left gestured downward at Storm. "I repeat, descend to twenty thousand feet. This is your final warning."
After the warning, the two fighters slowed and fell in behind the plane.
"They backed off," Storm said.
"No, they're preparing to attack." Aaron gave a faint smile and reminded them, "If there's a defense system, turn it on now. If there isn't, activate the attack system. If you don't even have an attack system, then speed up and shake them off."
Beep! Beep! Beep!
The alarm suddenly blared, and the radar on the control screen turned red.
"They're locking onto us."
"What?"
"They're about to fire. Hold on tight." Storm hurriedly accelerated, and everyone hastily fastened their seat belts amid the violent shaking.
"What about the defense and attack systems?"
Storm hesitated. Aaron rolled his eyes speechlessly. "Shit! You really don't have them? So this plane is just a means of transportation!"
"Cut the sarcastic remarks," Jean said, shooting him a glare. "Don't forget, you're on this plane too!"
Storm's eyes turned white, and the sky was instantly covered by dark clouds.
Pitch-black tornadoes descended from the sky, blocking the two planes pursuing them relentlessly from behind.
One of the planes was struck by a tornado cloud and veered wildly off course. The pilot had no choice but to eject.
The other fighter fared little better, but before it lost control, its pilot aimed at the plane and pressed the attack button.
Beep! Beep! Beep!
"Oh my God! Two missiles." Storm's expression changed drastically. "Jean."
Jean hurriedly seized them with telekinesis, desperately trying to control their trajectories.
The Phoenix Force within her seemed to hear her plea. A trace of it seeped out from its seal, greatly strengthening