The Giant smacked his lips, about to reach his destination, just hoping those people wouldn't shift their attention to him.
But someone's mouth was truly a divine artifact, the more the Giant worried about something, the more the other party would make it happen.
Two Cuban fighter jets flew towards the transport plane one after another, radar locks triggered piercing alarms, and from more than ten kilometers away, two missiles were fired.
"Damn, infrared missiles again."
The Giant was helpless, as transport planes have nothing to do with maneuverability, but fortunately, there were still some countermeasures.
"Alright, everyone, please hold onto the handrails, fasten your seat belts, the upcoming journey might be a bit bumpy."
The three people hiding inside the tank looked constipated. If the three of them got blown up in the sky before landing, they'd surely be laughed at for being all talk and no action.
