A man wearing goggles was lying prone on the back of a drone, waving to him from twenty thousand feet in the air.

"....."

Polk was so shocked that he almost forgot to control the warplane.

If he forcibly diverted the plane now, it might throw the other person off with the shockwave, but he had almost forgotten how to fly the plane, let alone breathe.

His good buddy wasn’t someone who values chivalry and fairness, and while the other side was dazed, he had already started adjusting his position. His right hand left the handle, gazing at the terrifying abyss at the edge of the drone, and his good buddy gritted his teeth.

"Watch out, Sky Net, if you slip up, my little life is over today."

[Sky Net: Trust me]

"I’ve always trusted you."

The Predator tilted its body, adjusting the center of gravity to provide the best shooting angle for his buddy, a pose somewhat like the Green Goblin from Spider-Man.

He extended his right hand, aiming at the fuselage of the enemy aircraft, and quickly pressed the launch button.

Bang—

The reaction force of the high-pressure jet almost flung him off the drone, but Sky Net controlled the ducted fan, tilted the aircraft, caught him, and quickly leveled the plane.

The launched hyper-magnetic bullet successfully broke through the shockwave airflow under high-pressure impact, and the lockhead fiercely adhered to the fuselage of the aircraft.

The adrenaline after surviving made his buddy’s brain buzz.

"Holy shit! I love you, Sky Net."

[Sky Net: Sir, you can always trust me]

"Of course."

His good buddy grabbed the rope made of high-strength carbon fiber. There should have been a motor for retracting the rope, but due to the shockwave’s influence, doing so could easily cause the player to lose balance. Then the rope would be affected by the airflow and finally wind up, dragging the player around.

His good buddy exerted all his strength with both hands, and the Predator beneath him slowly inched closer to the aircraft’s fuselage.

And the pilot was almost going crazy, trying to rely on turns to widen the gap, but he soon discovered that he was surrounded on all sides by Predators controlled by Sky Net.

There were terrified screams from other pilots in his headset.

"Fuck! Fuck! They’re trying to climb onto my plane!"

"This is Falcon Three, requesting support! Can anyone use the airflow to blow this guy off me?"

"Ahhhh!!! Madmen! Madmen! He’s tapping on my window! He’s singing!!!!"

Vaguely, Polk thought he heard the song his teammate was talking about.

Who’s~ tapping on my window~

Who’s~ plucking the strings~

!!!

Polk could almost imagine his teammate bursting into tears in fear.

Some tried to rotate the fuselage to shake the players off.

Some tried crazy dives then pulls, using the G-forces from acceleration to cause the players to faint and fall off.

Others tried opposite-direction flying, using the airflow between them to blow the people off.

These maneuvers required high piloting skills, but under pressure, they had no choice.

But they obviously overlooked one thing.

That the human body indeed has limits, but that doesn’t mean the players’ endurance is below theirs.

"Ahhhhh!!!!"

His good buddy clung to the steel cable with all his might, the power of his gorilla-like arms almost at its limit, and even activated the overclocking device developed for them by Tutu.

In the shockwave airflow, this was already a distance that Predator drones couldn’t approach, so he could only crawl up bit by bit on his own.

In this seemingly impossible situation for humans, his good buddy was embodying General Bulashit at this moment!

He wasn’t fighting alone!

He wasn’t alone!

"Long live Super Earth!!!"

With both hands desperately exerting force, he seemed to have returned to the scene of climbing the monkey bars on the playground in elementary school, only this time the bars were just two meters high.

But now he was at twenty thousand feet, wrestling with a subsonic warplane.

And not far from him, the Black Forest vehicle team was also striving to complete their mission.

"Come on! Come on!"

Half of Hans’s body was sticking out from the top of the tank, firing a machine gun wildly at the surrounding drones, shouting in a vent of frustration.

"I bet we’re the craziest humans in the world right now!"

The other team members excitedly agreed.

"Yes!!!!"

Until the aircraft carrying his buddy swooped over their heads, along with the clear shouting of the other side.

"Ahhhhh!!!!"

Although the figure flashed by in an instant, Hans still saw it.

That damn thing was a person.

A person hanging on the attacking aircraft.

Hans’s body went limp, even loosening the trigger, sinking back into the tank.

He murmured to himself

"I must be dreaming...."

Meanwhile, his good buddy had already climbed to the fuselage and was inching towards the cockpit.

This was an achievement normal humans could never accomplish.

In the game, there are parachutes that can be opened and closed infinitely, no airflow impact, nor the many troubles of reality; hijacking an aircraft just requires getting close enough and pressing a button.

But in the cyber world, the physical laws here are almost indistinguishable from reality.

His good buddy lay at the edge of the cockpit window, politely reaching out to knock.

Even through the window and helmet, he could clearly sense the despair in the other’s eyes.

"Hey! Game over."

Bam!

He punched through the bulletproof window made of composite material, tearing down a good portion of the front window with effort.

Then he grabbed the pilot by the collar and yanked him out of the seat.

The reason it’s described as "yanked out"

is that Polk was just a human stick; when pulled out, his broken shoulders and thighs were still spilling out white artificial blood.

To save cockpit space and enhance the pilot’s integration with the fuselage, the company used neural connection technology; pilots didn’t need limbs, and to reduce costs, they also didn’t have ejection seats or parachutes.

His good buddy dragged him outside the aircraft.

"Bye-bye."

After saying goodbye, he let go of his right hand, allowing the opponent to free-fall to the ground.

He then slid inside—not sat, since the space inside was not enough to sit down. Thankfully, the front window was torn off and thrown away; otherwise, he wouldn’t be able to fit.

He could only use the electromagnetic ropes to strap himself into the cockpit and then pulled out a bunch of connector wires.

"Model! Model! Model!"

When the pilot was thrown out, the aircraft began to lose control. If control couldn’t be quickly regained, his buddy would follow the aircraft to the grave.

"Found it!"

His good buddy hurriedly plugged in the same model interface.

[Sky Net: Online]