Maybe these people never thought in their lives that one day a tank running on the ground could fly in the sky, so even the pilot momentarily forgot to operate it, flying far away in the blink of an eye before coming to his senses.
"Oh my god! Am I dreaming? Since when do I have to engage at the same altitude with a tank?"
A Cuban pilot smacked himself twice through his helmet to confirm he was not dreaming.
Then he maneuvered his control stick, turning around and heading straight for the tank. Speeding at eighty kilometers per hour was nothing in front of a fighter jet.
Inside the tank, it was already chaotic. The three Egyptian Beauties all crowded beside the Giant, gripping tightly and not daring to let go.
Shui Yue: "Damn! Can you handle this? We're in the sky! I don't want a Mamba, no way!"
Egyptian Beauty: "Oh my! At this height, we'll probably not even have bodies left if we fall, right?"
Potato: "I ugh..."
