"Menglong, how can you stay so calm at a time like this? These are 12 fighter jets! Fighter jets!" All of Zhang Menglong's brothers were panicking.
They were just in their twenties, with their best years and a brilliant future ahead of them. Now, a single missile could end their lives; just minutes ago, they were basking in the joy of travel, and the next second, they fell into the abyss of despair.
"Land! Hurry up and land, if we land now and hide in the ocean, we might still have a chance!"
"Right! Let's make an emergency landing at sea! I just saw plenty of life-saving equipment. Their fighter jets won't be as powerful over the sea!"
"Everyone, don't panic," Zhang Menglong reassured, "Didn't I tell you? I modified this plane at a great cost. Just 12 fighter jets? Even if it were 12 aircraft carrier fleets, I could still beat them black and blue."
"There are missiles coming!"
