Dozens of silvery-white metal boxes were stacked neatly in the center of the hall, reflecting a grim, cold gleam under the fluorescent lights.
Twenty-four pilots stood ramrod straight, their gazes so intense they could have burned right through the boxes.
Han Feng casually kicked open the lid of the topmost box, revealing a streamlined helmet with a distinctly sci-fi design.
"You all see this?"
Han Feng clapped his hands, his voice echoing in the spacious hall.
"Wang Rui should have already told you how to use this thing."
"This isn't just a helmet. It's your bread and butter from now on, half your life up in the sky."
Zhao Tianlan, standing at the front of the formation, swallowed hard.
He had long heard Wang Rui boast about the miraculous experience of Human-Machine Unity.
But now that the moment was here, this ace pilot, accustomed to life-and-death situations, still felt his palms grow slick with sweat.
"Since you all know the procedure, I'll cut to the chase."
