A combat bomb locked onto the "Big Mouth Monster" fleeing in panic, catching up at a speed at least six times that of its prey.
Boom!~
A fireball blossomed in the sky.
"Damn, my grandson, I've avenged you!"
Clap! Yamada Yuhu brought his hands together inside the cockpit, his eyes brimming with tears as he bowed his head in sorrow.
To ensure the only remaining combat bomb had a one hundred percent chance of hitting, he had entangled with the enemy for a long time and finally lured the enemy aircraft into the inescapable zone of the programmable close-range combat bomb, striking it with one hit.
They had agreed to meet in the netherworld, but now he could only make my grandson wait a few more decades. Yamamoto Yuhu would definitely keep the appointment, without fail.
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Near the Aircrew Base 911, two fireballs exploded in the air one after another.
