Chapter 57

Thinking of this, the commander's eyes flashed with the light that seemed to have been seen by a hungry beast, and he shouted at the pilot with a ferocious communication.

"Jarvis, how long do you think these two birdies can stay? Ten seconds? Twenty seconds?"

The steel suit had reached its limit at this time Mach 1.7. Look at the normal cruise speed of the F22, the two iron birds behind him were really biting and climbing without being outdone.

"At most thirteen seconds, if the pilot doesn't want to be ruined with himself and the fighter."

Jarvis would also say cold jokes. Ye Ling liked this. As a Chinese, he had the opportunity to suppress the arrogant arrogance of the US military. Even if it was not his original time and space, he felt quite happy.

"You are not fast enough, go home and have a breastfeed."

Ye Ling once again sarcastically mocked the two pilots, which made the three corpse gods furious. Of course, the pilot's psychological quality was nothing to say, but this only refers to the situation in danger. Perhaps their cultivation is also very good and can ignore the scolding of insulting their 18th generation of immediate relatives. However, as a proud American pilot, he was flying one of the most powerful supersonic fighters like the F22, and was ridiculed that the speed was not enough?!

Damn, you don’t slap people in the face, and you don’t slap people in the face, and you don’t reveal your shortcomings. What’s more, this reveals the strengths and you can’t stand it! Even pilots who are specialized psychiatrists who are not enlightenment education can’t help but get furious at this time. This is the only place they care about being ridiculed.

However, the pilot is a pilot after all, and he still has basic rationality. He just gritted his teeth and pushed the joystick and the throttle to the end, and waited to catch up to the extreme climbing height of the aircraft, and then used the AIM-9 "Squarests" short-range missile to teach this arrogant guy how to be a human being.

The pilot has absolute confidence in the F22 climbing height. In addition to a few top reconnaissance aircraft, such as the Blackbird, he has not yet met an enemy. Of course, this is also because there is no war.

The timeline of this time and space was around 2004. Although F22 was officially discussed in Ye Ling's time and space in 2005, it was obviously advanced here, but not long, less than a year.

The pilot was full of confidence and wanted to shoot down Ye Ling with all his might, but today they were obviously theirs... Lucky Day, their confidence in the fighter jet was destined to be defeated again.

The steel suit broke through the limit of F22 in one breath and climbed up and entered the air of 20,000 meters, instantly causing the two pilots who had originally gone from full of confidence to shock to despair.

Calculated from the information fed back from the command center, the altitude of the aircraft has exceeded 20,000 meters! What's even more terrifying is that it is still rising, as if it is about to break through the sky.

"Twenty thousand! Two thousand...twenty thousand five thousand!"

"Okay, Jarvis, just this height. At least their "Blackbird" will leave a memory. It would be bad if these two pilots were unable to fly the plane in the future."

"Haha, I'm leaving, you guys play slowly."

Ye Ling's voice was clearly transmitted to the ears of two high-altitude pilots through Jarvis. They couldn't hold it in their arms. A mouthful of old blood almost spurted through the glass of the cabin. In a word from Teacher Benshan, it was too hurtful of self-esteem.

The steel suits at high altitudes with thin air will fly faster. Ye Ling just threw away two F22s, and the communication from Tony took up half of the electronic screen.

"Then you really know how to play, but... I have to say that you are very good at playing. If I definitely couldn't think of such a great idea, I might have to get missiles."

Tony laughed with an electric welding pen in the villa, adjusting the parts while talking to Ye Ling.

"You said it easy, you weren't the one who almost got the missile."

Ye Ling rolled his eyes, but it was quite exciting and comfortable.

"Sir, have you avoid the US satellite reconnaissance orbit?"

Jarvis' calm voice sounded, as if asking Ye Ling, and as if asking Tony for advice. This intelligence is really high, and he has learned to make a pun.

"No need, the military should know that this thing was made by Stark. It doesn't matter if you are seen, at least reassure them that we are not enemies."

Ye Ling grinned and smiled, and the steel suit made difficult rolling movements in the air from time to time, showing maneuverability that modern fighter jets could not match.

"You guy is so embarrassed to say that many people have seen two F22s flying. It can't be said to be daily cruises or military exercises, right?"

"Isn't it enough to say it's a secret exercise? There are no casualties, and this is not something we should worry about."

Is this kind of problem a headache? Isn’t it always the government’s best at fooling the people?

"There are no casualties yet. The mental damage caused by Ronaldo and I just asked for the pilot. Those are all elites in the Air Force."

Tony temporarily put down the welding pen and poured out an orange-yellow wine from the ice bucket, without any headache on his face.

"Tsk, it's still elite. I'm not going to talk anymore, I'm coming soon! Jarvis quickly open the roof."

Ye Ling's steel suit flew back to Tony's villa under the reconnaissance of military satellites. The suit was almost intact, but it was still very inconvenient when taken off. Some screws were stuck and it took a little time to remove them.

"Jarvis, are the data of this battle recorded?"

Ye Ling wiped his hair casually and was too lazy to sort out the messy clothes. He had only a few test flights in the steel suit, and each time the data was very precious, providing a foundation for its improvement. Ye Ling was more concerned, so he asked casually.

"Of course sir."

"I paid for extinguishing the fire. For everything you do, I just want to say, do a pretty job!"

Tony raised his glass to Ye Ling who had just come in, and it smelled of gloating no matter how he looked.

"Does the US Air Force have a grudge against you?"

Ye Ling was a little confused, but he had always been too lazy to think about such things. He would naturally know what he should know. Why should he spend so much effort on what he shouldn't know?

"By the way, is there a breakthrough in the portable combat suit?"

Ye Ling suddenly remembered that Tony had cheered during the call, and he should have made some breakthrough progress, otherwise he would not have suddenly interrupted the communication.

"Oh, yes."

Tony had his hands and a huge 3D three-dimensional figure appeared in the air in the room. The light blue projection formed a rectangular cube as big as a suitcase. With Tony's hands disassembling and combining, this thing actually extended into a pair of steel suits that were pulled and knocked. The only drawback is that the size of this rectangular cube is too large and probably quite heavy.

"Not only can you dress quickly and automatically, but you don't have to carry it with your hands at home. When you encounter special circumstances and send a signal, this thing will fly over by itself. How about it?"

Tony was able to show his works to his friends. I have to say that his genius is far superior to his contemporaries, but Ye Ling is not satisfied with such a big guy.

"No, no, although the function has been achieved, the volume is too large, like this..."

Ye Ling took inspiration from Tony's model, recalled the plot in the movie, and made subtle adjustments to the result. First, he reduced its huge size by a large group, transformed from a travel bag to a suitcase, and made some structural modifications to its disguise, and the excess projection was directly thrown into the trash can.

"Look, how about this?"

Ye Ling turned around and looked at Stark proudly. The expression on his face was so obvious that even the blind man could see the words, so "Come and praise me quickly."

"Uh... this is the situation I first consider, but if you reduce the size in this way, the firepower of the battle suit will definitely shrink on a large scale. No! It should be said that with such a structure, there is no way to store weapons at all. At most, two rattlesnakes will be hung, and then the long-range means will only be energy cannons."

Tony held his forehead with his hands. Obviously, he had considered this a long time ago. It is not impossible to sacrifice firepower to achieve light effects. However, the attack ability of the war suit will be much lower, and it tends to be higher speed and maneuver. If it is developed in the direction, the war suit can form two completely different models.
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