At Jinsa Air Force Base, the MiG-29 already assigned to the air force stood ready, waiting to take off.
In the distance, surrounded by soldiers, Zhang Yang strode over with the bearing of a dragon and tiger.
"Mr. Zhang, your G-suit." The air force base officers hurriedly presented the custom-fitted G-suit.
"Mm." Zhang Yang merely spread his arms, and attendants at his side helped him into the G-suit.
Strictly speaking, with his current physical strength, it would not have mattered even if he did not wear a G-suit. But since he was a pilot, he still had to go through the proper procedures.
A moment later, the G-suit and helmet were in place.
The cockpit canopy of the MiG-29 beside him had also been opened.
Zhang Yang climbed into the MiG-29 with effortless flair and closed the canopy, every movement smooth and without the slightest hesitation.
A moment later, everything was ready, and the control tower gave the signal for takeoff.
The MiG-29's twin turbofan engines started.
Accompanied by flames blasting from the engine exhausts, this classic aircraft that had once dominated the skies in the 1980s and 1990s taxied down the runway and soared into the heavens beneath everyone's watchful eyes!
High above the clouds, inside the MiG-29's cockpit.
Zhang Yang felt nothing but exhilaration.
How could the thrill of flying an aircraft compare to merely riding in one? And the thrill of piloting a supersonic fighter jet utterly surpassed every other driving experience in the world.
Those so-called supercars, before the MiG-29 soaring through the sky at this very moment, were as pathetic as children's toys.
"Faster, faster!"
As he accelerated, the ground continued to recede while the sky seemed within arm's reach.
The clouds were swept apart by the immense airflow.
As the acceleration continued without end,