The plane rapidly ascended and then dived, narrowly breaking through under the crossfire of two fighter jets' machine guns.
"M61 Vulcan cannon, six-barrel 20mm, fire rate 6000 rounds per minute."
Zheng Wu spoke in a muffled voice:
"Jiang Country's standard cannon, modified fighter jets, they're deliberately hiding their identity."
"You sure talk a lot." Wang Zhu spoke coldly:
"Have you contacted the nearby military bases? Where is the escort team? Shoot them down!"
Though the two men's tones were serious, they were not overly tense, which slightly relaxed Xue Rong, who had been tensed up.
Then she came to her senses.
There's an escort?
"Buzzing..."
With her Martial Artist cultivation base's keen senses, she detected the rapid changes in the external air, and soon the machine gun fire was heard.
It turned out that the private jet she was on also had cannon fire.
Not long after.
"Boom!"
