Fortunately, the two pressed the ejection seat button simultaneously, narrowly escaping death.
Two parachutes gently drifted down.
"That was close, almost died," the two pilots said, still shaken as they landed.
"That's right, you're both doomed," a cold voice emerged.
The two turned back, only to see a young man who appeared youthful, yet had eyes filled with the vicissitudes of life and indifference, standing not far from them.
The young man was holding... a bomb!
"Boom!"
The young man mimicked the sound with his mouth, then threw the bomb over.
The two pilots were scared out of their wits and quickly dove down. Unfortunately, the bomb was too close to them and they were directly blown into fragments.
The young man was, of course, Wang Dadong.
Since he started, naturally, he had to make as big a commotion as possible.
"What, the fighter jets were destroyed too?" Dongyin leaders looked like they had eaten a dead rat and plopped onto the sofa.
