"Peregrine falcon?"
"What's that?"
Rubbing his head, Zhang Tie instinctively pawed at the mangled corpse, staring blankly at Lin An.
He had barely attended school and had dropped out in junior high.
Faced with this lump of mashed flesh, he really couldn't make anything out from the scattered feathers.
Lin An gestured for Zhang Tie not to touch it with his hands.
Lin An continuously released Mental Strength, lifting the lump of bird carcass into the air.
"Yun Tian belongs to Falconidae, a medium-sized bird of prey in the falcon genus. Its body is 41 to 50 centimeters long, and it can reach a top speed of around 380 kilometers per hour—about three times that of a cheetah."
"You can just think of it as a bird that flies very fast."
The bird's head had been smashed into its chest. Drops of dark-red, viscous blood clung to its wings like oil.
Zhang Tie nodded as if he understood, unable to stop himself from clicking his tongue.
A bird that flies very fast?
This is more than just fast. It's practically as fast as—or even faster than—a fighter jet!
Bear Dunce smacked his lips, completely unaware that anything was wrong.
"Team Leader Lin, I used to think it was fake when people said birds could bring down an airplane."
"Now that I see how fast this damn thing flies, I guess it's pretty impressive."
He glanced at Yun Tian, who was still working hard to patch the hole, his eyes filled with lingering fear.
If Lin An hadn't reacted quickly enough to crush the rest of the flock from a distance, another impact would have sent them all plummeting once the birds broke through the engine.
Even if they didn't die from the fall, they would have to cover the rest