DC Tyrant

The wind is a knife.

Countless frenzied knives rushed towards his face in all directions, his clothes were rattled by the wind, and the air currents ruffled his hair.

In the eyes of the fighter pilot, his figure was infinitely taller, overwhelming his sight like a mountain.

Bardi's spine is proudly erect at all times, and his eyes are staring at anyone without emotion, which will give people a kind of fear that trembles to the bottom of his heart.

"This is impossible!!!"

The pilot of the Eagle fighter was so frightened that his heart clenched and his breathing stagnated. This was impossible.

Who can jump from a helicopter to a fighter jet at an altitude of nearly two thousand meters!

The two are at least thirty meters apart.

Not to mention whether you will be directly blown away by the airflow if you jump down.

The speed of the Eagle fighter alone is enough to knock a person into meat sauce, how could it be possible to stand on the nose.

"startle…"

Bardi let out a deep breath from his throat. The momentary impact when he jumped down, the kinetic energy added by the forward speed of the Eagle fighter, the gravity, and his own deliberate control, even if he , I also felt my body was paralyzed, every pore was pricked with goosebumps, and the blue veins in my body were about to explode and stab out a general pain.

He just stepped on the nose of the Eagle fighter a little, so that he could resist the blowing of the gust of wind, so as not to let the wind and the impact of the Eagle fighter send him flying.

The strong wind ruffled his hair, and the pain was far from enough to make him show a painful expression. The sun shone all the time, making him recover almost instantly. He stared at the cockpit indifferently.

Seeing that the driver's pupils shrank, he was about to subconsciously control the joystick and prepare to dive into the fighter jet. Badi clenched his fist with his right hand, and suddenly gathered a strong muscle force to hit the cabin glass.

Badi's original strength is about 15 tons. Through the control of the muscles of the body, the force of the punches can be superimposed, and it can exert ten times the strength. This is not a strange thing.

The greater the muscle strength, the more terrifying the superimposed power of the movement.

Even if he had to stabilize himself not to fall because he was standing on the nose, he would still be able to hit a force of nearly 100 tons.

‘bang’

This kind of force was punched out by a fist, which directly pierced the glass shield with a fist, and a hole was suddenly pierced in the glass shield of the fighter jet, and the crack spread along the glass.

The shards of glass splashed directly onto the driver's face, causing his eyes to narrow in horror, and a sudden fear in his heart.

Is this still human?

Punch through the cockpit glass!

He was stunned in his heart, but his movements were not slow, he pulled down the joystick directly, his fearful body was shoved in the cockpit, and he subconsciously wanted to stay away, staring at the fist that penetrated the cockpit glass.

'boom'

The roaring sound of the engine erupted with an incomparably huge thrust, the blue flames at the tail rose sharply, and the Eagle fighter jet shot up to the sky at a 90-degree angle.

With a deep snort, Badi turned his fist into his palm, his five fingers were like steel, grabbed the edge of the hole in the cockpit glass, and was carried straight into the sky by the Eagle fighter.

He was hung with one arm outside the Eagle fighter, shaking extremely dangerously, the turbulent air waves were even more violent, the stabs were violently smashed, and the knives slashed in Badi's face.

His eyes were firm and fearless. Facing the piercing wind, he never wavered or was afraid.

Now at an altitude of about 2,500 meters, even if he fell from here, he would most likely die because it was too high.

His figure sank little by little outside the Eagle fighter, and the five steel fingers gradually sank. Under the external force of the airflow and the impulse of the Eagle fighter itself, his fingers tore the cockpit glass down a little bit.

His fingers slashed the glass directly, like the claws of beasts scratching the tree, scraping out large pieces of bark.

The cockpit glass on the left was directly torn down by his steel fingers, and the fingers were rigidly clasped until they were pulled straight to the steel guard.

The glass shattered and fell in the sky, and under the sunlight, the little bits of glass shone dazzlingly.

The driver in the cockpit was already terrified and frightened, and the airflow beat on his face, making him pale with fright.

At 2,500 meters, without the protection of the cockpit glass, when the aircraft is rapidly ascending, descending, or turning, the pilot will be subjected to more than two gravitational accelerations, compressing the body's arteries, causing the body's blood and heart to increase the load.

To put it simply, without a protective cover, ordinary people simply cannot stand flying at too high a speed and will die.

After the fighter jet rushed up, the driver's face was pale, and he saw that Badi tore the cockpit glass, and quickly turned to dive down, leaning heavily on the other side of the glass cover.

At the moment when the fighter jet turned, Bardi put his hands together, and buckled even more firmly on the steel guard.

The downward thrust of the Eagle fighter was not very violent, and it was obviously related to the damage of the glass, and the driver inside could not bear too strong a sprint.

However, the style can still be thrown.

In the momentum of the downward thrust, in order to shake off Badi, the Eagle fighter made three or four consecutive turns in the downward thrust, rolling like a nimble swallow.

Facing the gust of wind, Badi's muscles were strong in his hands, his fingers were like steel, and he was firmly clasped on the Eagle fighter.

This exciting and swaying flight made Badi feel the excitement of blood surging, blood boiling, and the sky and the earth being free to fly, making him want to scream in the sky.

Bardi's mouth grinned.

During this exciting 'flight', he felt a sense of freedom and fun, and the thought of being able to soar in the sky and looking down at the earth in the future made him excited and his blood rose.

In a slow moment of rushing forward, he seized the opportunity, turned over neatly, stepped on the head of the fighter, returned to the position where he landed, and tore the remaining cockpit glass.

His big hand penetrated directly into the cockpit and forcibly pulled the driver out.

Fear climbed up the driver's face, and being blown by the wind as cold as a knife further aroused his panic, and kept screaming for mercy.

Bardi let him go and let him fly freely with the wind.

He turned around and stepped on the forward facing Eagle Fighter. His majestic body stood upright in the sky, and he raised his head to face the white clouds and blue sky in the forest. Under the sunlight, his blood was steaming up, and his passion was rising.

In the days of Kryptonian conspiracy calculations.

Those who have failed.

people who have used it.

Come to Earth and be imprisoned for a year and three months.

His eyes flashed past everything.

at this moment.

He is the true freedom, with the power to conquer everything.

At this moment, the blood in the body seemed to be on fire, boiling hot, burning his will and body.

Badi held his chest high, facing the raging wind, tore his military uniform with both hands, exhausted all his strength, and roared up to the sky with red face and red ears, roaring out the anger he had buried!

A tear was blown far away from the corner of his eye and shone in the sun's rays.