Alvin sat in the command room of the Peace, watching 15 Quinjets and 8 F-35s take off one after another.
Led by "Little A," the electronic reconnaissance and command specialist, they headed for Colombia, 5,000 kilometers away...
Watching a few F-35s, apparently looking for trouble, skim past his command room...
Alvin had no idea what those drug dealers would think if they knew they were receiving this kind of "attention"!
The Colombian government probably hadn't expected Manhattan Axe to be so loyal, either...
When Alvin called to inform them of the number and models of the aircraft joining the operation, they were already scared out of their wits!
After all, for some small countries, this was enough firepower to level a city—or even bring down a nation!
Impatient with their bickering, Alvin handed the phone to Fox, the newly appointed captain's secretary.
Then he picked up a list of "civilian aces" put together by "Little A" and frowned over it...
Ever since JARVIS had called him "the Peace's future flight commander," this damn Electronic Life had been showing an unusual amount of drive...
This guy had no interest in his three fellow AIs. He was only interested in pilots with spirit who weren't afraid of dying.
Looking over the list of pilots from the Middle East, Africa, North America, South America, Oceania, and Europe...
Alvin smiled bitterly and said, "Angel, tell 'Little A' that if he pulls any more stunts, I'll tear out his engine!
What the hell is this list?
A Boeing test pilot, the Syrian Air Force, South African Mercenaries, a Russian Alcoholic, an Australian aviation nut...
What is he trying to do?"
Angel didn't respond. A few seconds later, the view from "Little A's" cockpit appeared in front of Alvin...
"Little A," who could now speak, sounded