N-M Chapter 85 I bet a pack of spicy strips that Raccoon City won't get it.
Chapter 85 I bet a pack of spicy strips that Raccoon City won't get it.
Raccoon City, Civil Aviation Airport Exit.
As soon as Daida Mei stepped out of the airport, she set up a selfie stick and started a live stream.
She waved excitedly at the camera:
"Family members, guess where I am?"
"Clang, clang..."
"Haha, you didn't expect that, did you! Saori and I have already arrived in the United States!"
As she spoke, she deliberately pointed the live stream camera at the clock tower representing Raccoon City not far away.
At this moment, sunlight shines on the square, and pigeons leisurely peck at bread crumbs.
Everything looks harmonious!
However, upon seeing this harmonious scene, the netizens who had just entered the live stream were in an uproar.
[Holy crap! Old woman, you really went?!]
[Oh no! The innately unlucky Saint Body has gone abroad, the US is going to be in trouble!]
The cherry blossoms have sunk, the kimchi has gone cold... This American... is finished!
[Brothers, grab your snacks, let's get in the front row and watch the show!]
[This anchor is awesome! He actually dared to go to the US to offer assistance!]
[With your constitution, I bet a bag of spicy strips that Raccoon City is probably doomed!]
The naive girl looked at the comments and pouted, dissatisfied:
"Can you guys stop saying I'm unlucky?"
"I'm here for sightseeing! Raccoon City is so beautiful! Look at this clock tower, isn't it gorgeous!"
"Besides, since Saori is my assistant, no matter how stingy I am as the boss, I can't be stingy with my sister, right?"
"What's more, this is our little Saori's first time going abroad!"
[Host, stop! I don't deny the scenery here is beautiful, but I really don't know how long it can last.]
[Host, please quickly tell me the coordinates so I can offer my condolences to the people of Raccoon City in advance.]
[Upstairs, there's no time for a moment of silence, just burn some paper money.]
To be fair, this streamer's actions constitute international export.
Sato Saori stood to the side and whispered a reminder:
"Sis, should we find a hotel to rest for a bit?"
"No rush, no rush!" The naive girl waved her hand. "I need to show my family the beautiful scenery of Raccoon City first!"
She held up the selfie stick and spun around, the camera panning across the buildings surrounding the square.
Suddenly, a Chinese netizen dressed in a suit appeared in the camera's view. When he saw what the girl looked like, he was completely stunned.
"Damn, damn... Big sister? You... what are you doing here?"
The silly girl paused for a moment:
"Huh? You know me??"
"I'd recognize you even if you turned to ashes!"
The man immediately looked utterly dejected.
"I just became the department manager, finally reaching the pinnacle of my career. I'm going on a trip, and you're making things difficult for me?"
Dumb Girl: "..."
What is this bastard saying?
However, compared to the man's despair, the viewers in the live stream were in an uproar.
[Holy crap! Should I say the old woman is unlucky, or should I say this guy is unlucky?!]
[Haha...I'm dying of laughter! I finally get to travel abroad, and then I run into that silly girl! This guy's awesome!]
Hey bro, watch out, don't get caught up in the streamer's bad luck.
[Don't worry about being careful! This is a chance to witness history firsthand, a chance that countless people would kill for!]
Finished!
My own persona...
The girl looked at the comments and her lips twitched:
"Can you guys stop saying I'm unlucky? I really just came here for vacation!"
[Host, you don't need to explain anymore, we all understand.]
[Tourism is just a pretext; sending warmth and assistance is the real purpose.]
[Brothers, the betting's open! Let's bet on what time Raccoon City will explode today!]
I bet it'll be 3 PM!
I bet it'll be at 8 PM!
I bet on now!
Just as viewers in the live stream were making wild jokes.
---
The United States, the Pentagon, the Air Force Command Center.
"Report! An unidentified transport aircraft has entered our airspace!"
The officer on duty suddenly stood up and stared at the bright spot on the radar screen.
"Call this number and ask them to identify themselves!"
The reporter immediately operated the equipment and shouted into the microphone:
"Unidentified transport aircraft. This is the US Air Force command center. Please report your identity and flight path immediately!"
There was only static on the radio.
"Keep calling!"
"Unidentified transport aircraft. This is the US Air Force command center. Please respond immediately! Otherwise, we will take coercive measures!"
Still no response.
The duty officer's face darkened: "Check the aircraft's registration number!"
The technician typed rapidly on the keyboard, then looked up a moment later:
"Report! The aircraft's registration number indicates it is a South Korean military transport plane, belonging to the US Forces Korea Camp Hannae!"
"Kimchi Country? Hanlai Camp?"
The officer on duty's pupils contracted.
Everyone in the world knows what's going on with the Korean camp right now.
That place is about to be overrun by zombies!
"Report this immediately! Simultaneously dispatch fighter jets to intercept them!"
"yes!"
A few minutes later, in the Pentagon's highest conference room.
Upon receiving the report, the Minister of Defense's face instantly turned ashen.
"What did you say? Hanlai's transport planes entered our airspace?"
"Yes, Minister! And the aircraft is not responding to our calls; it appears to have been hijacked!"
Smith slammed his fist on the table:
"Damn it! Send fighter jets to intercept them immediately! If they don't cooperate, shoot them down!"
"yes!"
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American airspace
Inside a C-17 transport aircraft.
Lin Fan, leaning against the driver's side door, turned to look at Walker.
"Hey, old man."
Walker shuddered: "Yes...yes!"
"How long does it typically take for fighter jets from your country, the United States, to take off?"
"Huh?" Walker was taken aback. "It'll be... about ten minutes."
"Ten minutes," Lin Fan glanced at his watch. "Then we'll be there soon."
However, the words had barely left his mouth.
The pilot in the cockpit then spoke.
"Report! Radar indicates two fighter jets are approaching at high speed!"
Lin Fan grinned: "Pretty fast!"
He stood up, walked to the cockpit door, and patted the door frame: "Don't panic, keep flying."
"But...but they're demanding we land immediately!"
"Land?" Lin Fan raised an eyebrow. "Tell them we're not landing."
"ah?!"
The pilot nearly fainted.
This is a direct confrontation with the US Air Force!
"Speak quickly!" Lin Fan's tone turned cold.
The pilot, trembling, picked up the communicator: "This...this is a C-17 transport plane, we...we are not landing."
An angry voice came through the radio from an American pilot.
"Are you all insane?! Land immediately! Otherwise, we will take coercive measures!"
Lin Fan took the communicator and said lazily, "Forced measures? You mean shooting it down?"
There was a two-second silence on the other end.
"Who are you?!"
"Me?"
Lin Fan smiled.
"I'm here as a tourist in the United States, and I'd like to bring you some local specialties."
"Local specialties?"
"Yes, I think your Umbrella Pharmaceuticals company would really like it."
After saying that, Lin Fan hung up the call immediately.
He turned to look at the sky outside the cockpit.
Two silver-gray F-22 fighter jets were flying close to the sides of the transport plane, with missiles clearly visible under their wings.
Lin Fan whistled, "Tsk, this plane is pretty cool."
Walker trembled behind him: "M-Sir, they really will open fire!"
"Go ahead and open it," Lin Fan shrugged. "I'm not going to die anyway."
"But...but we'll die!"
"rest assured."
Lin Fan turned around and grinned at him.
"You'll be dead soon too."