Chapter 1,384 The War Does Not Take Sides

? In Shenxiang Town, which is not covered by the Holy Shield, a silver-white space plane is parked on the temporarily built airport runway. This masterpiece, developed and produced by Futureman Heavy Industries, was brought to the wasteland of the 22nd century by Jiang Chen.

Although in terms of technological level, the shape of this aerospace plane can be said to be quite retro, at least in Han Junhua's eyes.

Looking at the entire NAC, no one should be able to fly this old antique into the sky. However, Jiang Chen had obviously considered this issue. Sitting in the driver's seat at the moment was Matador, the new smart pilot launched by Future Military Industry.

After skillfully opening the various instruments on the dial, the robot sitting in the driver's seat gave a thumbs up to Jiang Chen outside the cabin.

"This is..." Looking at the old antique in front of him, Han Junhua's tone was filled with surprise.

"A masterpiece of the Aerospace Research Institute, a dual-use private jet. It can fly to the geosynchronous orbiting space station, and can be quickly deployed to any airport around the world within an hour. This thing is more than enough to send a twelve-person reconnaissance team there. " Directly dumping the inventor to the NAC Royal Research Unit, Jiang Chen put his hands on the wings of Kongtian G100 and turned around to give Han Junhua a confident smile.

"Are you sure you can find an airport for you to land when you get there?" Han Junhua rarely used an uncertain tone.

"We don't need to land, we just jump out of the plane. All it needs to do is to descend in altitude after approaching the west coast of North America and slow down as it passes over Los Angeles..."

Although he was full of questions, Han Junhua opened his mouth, but in the end he did not ask, but nodded slowly and said, "If you insist... Although I would recommend a more prudent strategy and send other candidates to North America. "

"I thought about it carefully, and it's most appropriate for me to go there. What's more, I'm also very curious about what's going on in North America. It's just that the probability of encountering danger during reconnaissance is low, so I might as well take this opportunity to take a look." Jiang Chen signaled to the twelve personal guards who were ready to go, indicating to Zheng Shanhe that they could start boarding the plane.

In order to save the limited transportation capacity of the Aerospace G100 and deliver more personnel and ammunition to North America, all the equipment on the guards at this moment is the T-3 aviation type, the lightest among all powered armors.

The take-off steps were carried out in an orderly manner. The "Matador" robot sitting in the cockpit skillfully opened various instruments and spoke to the radio like a textbook.

"The engine is charging. All passengers please stay seated, make sure your seat belts are fastened, and do not leave your seats and move around."

"Charging completed,

The engine enters the ignition countdown. "

"10"

"9"

"..."

"2"

"1"

"ignition!"

As the cold electronic sound fell, the engine ejected a faint blue arc, pushing the Kongtian G100 toward the horizon.

With a pull of gravity, Jiang Chen watched the scenery outside the window fly backwards, and soon the entire aerospace plane flew into the blue sky, heading towards the deeper space.

The shaking of the fuselage quickly calmed down. Facts have proved that even in the apocalypse, the safety of the Sky G100 is worthy of the word reliability. Putting his helmet on the cushion, Jiang Chen selected the standby mode in the power armor's operation interface, then relaxed his muscles and closed his eyes to rest in peace.

In fact, before setting off, he had been thinking about the possibility that Zhou Guoping would be brave enough to start his own business.

However, after thinking about it carefully, Jiang Chen quickly dismissed this possibility.

Not to mention whether that guy Zhou Guoping would be really stupid enough to betray NAC just to go to North America and become his unreliable local emperor. Long before he set off from Wanghai City to North America, Jiang Chen had promised him that if he proved his ability to govern in the colony, he would continue to be his emperor.

If the business is not good...

I'm afraid he himself doesn't want to stay there for half a second.

Under such circumstances, Jiang Chen really couldn't think of the possibility of Zhou Guoping's rebellion. Instead, it was possible that this idiot who was used to being a bandit was messing around in North America, and ended up being raped by the angry North American "natives". Lost.

Therefore, Jiang Chen made two plans.

If after arriving in North America it was discovered that Zhou Guoping wanted to become independent, Jiang Chen would directly activate the slave chip implanted in the back of his brain, take his life, and then appoint a new governor to get the colony back on track as soon as possible.

In the latter case, the North American colonies were overthrown or destroyed by local survivors. Then depending on whether Governor Zhou Guoping is still alive, he will adopt two completely different strategies to solve the problems facing the colony.

The altitude continued to rise, and not long after, the aerospace plane flew above the exosphere.

Pieces of space junk are like an asteroid belt, connected together in outer space. Light blue electric arcs accidentally passed through the middle of the wreckage, like beautiful and deadly silver snakes. This was the first time Jiang Chen had seen the conditions in low-Earth orbit so closely, and everything he saw now told him that the real situation was far worse than he imagined.

Jiang Lin didn't joke with him.

Wanting to develop the aerospace industry in this environment is almost tantamount to a daydream.

I don’t know how those colonial ships flew out of the earth...

For safety reasons, the Aerospace G100 did not approach a geostationary orbit from beginning to end, but chose to sail close to the edge of the atmosphere. This area is relatively safe. Most space debris will be worn or decelerated here, so there are basically no dangerous residues to be seen.

It took longer than expected. Finally, three hours after takeoff, Jiang Chen woke up from his nap when he heard the notification sound. At this moment, the Sky G100 finally returned to the lower part of the stratosphere.

"...We are descending. We are about to reach Los Angeles ahead. I wish you a pleasant journey."

Along with the cold electronic sound, the seat belts on the seats were unlocked one after another.

"Get ready for airborne landing." Jiang Chen, who pulled off his seat belt and ended the standby mode, stood up from the chair, waved his steel-attached arm, and checked whether the engine behind him could start normally.

The other twelve personal guards also stood up and gathered towards the cabin door.

Walking directly in front of the Guards, Zheng Shanhe took a deep breath, glanced at Jiang Chen, then glanced at his comrades, and said loudly, "The gathering location is Santa Monica Airport in Los Angeles. After all units land, Rush to the target area immediately, do you understand?"

"clear!"

"Set off!"

The cabin door opened, and the howling cold wind rolled in, instantly taking away the heating in the cabin. Holding on to the cabin door frame, Zheng Shanhe jumped out first, followed closely by his bodyguards, and finally Marshal Jiang Chen.

This wasn't Jiang Chen's first time skydiving, and he was very familiar with it.

Seeing that the height dropped to the threshold, the vortex engine behind him instantly turned on, and blue flames spurted out, stopping the power armor from accelerating its fall. As expected of an experimental model that was not completed until the end of the war, the N-100 on Jiang Chen's body was indeed much more stable than the T-3 model in terms of airborne landings.

The steel combat boots stepped through the clouds and mist, and his vision suddenly became clear.

At this moment, Jiang Chen's pupils dilated slightly.

This was his first time overlooking the wasteland of North America.

Even though it’s just a tip of the west coast.

Overall, the war did not take sides.

It's as bad as Pan Asia.