At this moment, what is shown in the rearview mirror is the entire inside of the fighter plane.

The bottles of water that the mayor's guard had carried onto the fighter jet were placed on the aisle between the third row of seats, while the old man covered in blood sat in the fourth row.

Fawn watched the old man dig out a small medical kit from under the seat, find a metal tweezers from it, and then stretched out his hand to pull out the shrapnel that had penetrated the body piece by piece from the bloody wound, and then removed the adhering pieces from the bloody wound.

The pieces of clothing on the body were torn off piece by piece.

Just watching this scene, even as a veteran soldier who has experienced countless battles, Fan could vaguely feel some kind of invisible phantom pain coming from the surface of his body, and fine goose bumps crawled all over his back.

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However, the old man sitting in the back row seemed to be completely unaware as he calmly removed pieces of shrapnel from his body.

In addition to the howling wind, the only sound left in the entire floating fighter cabin was the crisp sound of shrapnel falling to the ground.

The old man was very fast and took out most of the shrapnel from his body in a blink of an eye. He then took out the hemostatic spray from the medical kit and sprayed it on the wound that was bleeding again.

"Mr. Mayor,"

Looking at the pool of blood and shrapnel in the rearview mirror, Fawn spoke slowly, "Would you like to go slower? Leave some rest time?"

"No, hurry over as quickly as possible,"

He Ao sprayed the hemostatic spray and spoke slowly, his voice slow and hoarse, "Delay will lead to changes."

The reason why he was willing to wait there for a while just now, in addition to resting and recuperating, was because he vaguely heard the sound of an approaching fighter jet.

For this reason, he also asked the deputy captain to confirm whether Fawn was on his way.

The place where he was attacked is in the north-central part of Yilan City. The road to the Nancheng Command Center is very complicated, and you have to drive through multiple roads.

Compared with driving a car to Nancheng, a floating fighter jet that can travel directly from the sky in a straight line is obviously much faster and has fewer potential troubles.

Sharpening a knife does not waste time cutting firewood, so He Ao could wait a few more minutes for the floating fighter plane to come over.

Once you get on a fighter plane, it's all about speed.

"yes."

Fine nodded slightly, stretched out his hand to switch the floating fighter to manual mode, retracted his sight, looked forward, and increased his speed.

And during this conversation, He Ao, who was sitting in the back, did not pause at all. He quickly put away the hemostatic spray, reached out and picked up the bottled water stacked in front of him.

He opened the bottle, poured water up into his hands, and began to clean the wound and the blood stains around the wound, especially the blood stains near the cheeks and palms.

Some wounds oozed blood again as he scrubbed them, but his movements did not stop.

After the wounds on his body had been cleaned again, He Ao took out the hemostatic spray again and glanced up at his reflection on the glass window.

There were the fewest wounds on his face. The blood stains had basically been washed away at this moment, and the sharp outlines were vaguely revealed in the reflection.

After spraying the hemostatic spray on his body again, He Ao took out the bandage from the medical kit and wrapped it around the wounds that were obviously bleeding.

These bandages are not only to stop bleeding, but also to prevent blood from seeping out.

While one hand was wrapped in a bandage, He Ao also opened the suitcase he brought with him, took out an invisible earphone from the small box containing the bracelet, and put it on his ear.

After finishing the bandage, he took out the shirt from the suitcase.

This suitcase contains a complete set of clothes, from underwear to coats and ties.

A clean white shirt was put on the muscular body, and a bandage was wrapped around it to prevent the blood from penetrating out of the body.

After buttoning the shirt neatly and making sure there was nothing wrong, He Ao took out the gray suit, put it on, then faced the reflection on the car window and tied his tie.

Finally, he took out the powerful leave-in spray from his suitcase and sprayed it on his blood-stained hair.

Some of the blood stains and grease were dissolved by the spray. He Ao found some paper towels from the medical kit, dried his hair, then took out the hair wax and comb, faced the car window, and combed his hair back to fix it.

A neatly dressed old man with jet-black hair mixed with a few streaks of white, who looked majestic and kind, appeared in the reflection of the car window.

Most of Linn's hair has actually turned gray very early, and this black hair was all dyed.

The jet-black hair can give people a young and energetic feeling, making his supporters believe that he is full of energy and can handle everything.

At this moment, the speed of the floating fighter gradually slowed down.

"Mr. Mayor,"

Fan looked up and looked ahead, "We're here..."

A violent flash of light interrupted Fan's words. It seemed to be the trigger of some kind of alarm. Huge flame-breathing Seraph mechas emerged from the darkness, shining brightly into the night.

The huge muzzles were slowly raised and aimed at the floating fighters in the sky.

And behind the Seraph mecha, the Dragoon fighters, densely packed like a tide, lit up.

The entire sky seemed to turn into a turbulent dark sea in an instant. The huge mechas were like the mountainous waves in the sea, and the tiny floating fighter planes were the lonely boats drifting in the waves.

Watching all this, Fine's hand holding the joystick trembled slightly. At this moment, he didn't even dare to control the floating fighter to land.

In this silent darkness, old fingers slowly pressed the switch button inside the hatch.

Fawn turned back and looked at the old man standing in front of the hatch. He wanted to say something, but in front of the oppressive feeling of being infinitely close to death, his tight muscles prevented him from making a sound.

Along with the crisp mechanical sound, the side sliding door of the floating fighter slowly opened, and the cold night wind blew into the cabin, blowing the old man's hair in front of the cabin door.

Wearing a gray suit and holding a brass cane, an upright old man showed his figure behind the narrow hatch.

For a moment, all eyes this night seemed to be focused on the old man.

Compared with the huge mecha around him, his size is so small, like an insignificant ant on a lonely boat, but his body is so tall and straight, like an invisible mountain, standing in the clouds.

He stood among the towering mechas that were spitting out flames. Standing in the undulating darkness, he stared at the densely packed and endless war machines in front of him with their muzzles pointed at him. His tone was calm and natural,

"I am Lin En, your mayor. Ask the commander of Nancheng to come see me."

The old man's calm voice entered the dark night, passing between the propellers spitting flames, and rippled into the deepest darkness.

boom--

A roaring light flashed across the sky, playing the symphony before the rainstorm.
Chapter completed!