A spy in a certain comic

The three missiles are not small, with a length of three to four meters and a diameter of more than ten centimeters. Once fired, even a Quinjet fighter will be absolutely fascinated by them.

I can't estimate the specific speed just by looking at Ward, but roughly estimated that the speed of the three missiles definitely exceeds the speed of sound.

The most terrifying thing is that the three missiles are actually tracking automatically.

With automatic tracking and the supersonic speed of surface-to-air missiles, Gideon spent a lot of money to prepare against the power of the air.

The Kun-type fighter jet was already running, but because the speed was basically the same as that of the missile, or even a little slower, it couldn't fall to the chasing missile at all.

Because Ward was in the air, he couldn't hear the voices of any team members at all, so he could only fly a little higher, then turned back into a human body, and started the free fall operation.

At the same time, the fighter pilot's anxious cry for help came from the earphones transformed from the air.

"Fighter No. [-] can't get rid of the missiles following it, and the interceptor missiles can't lock on either. I'm asking for help and report again. Fighter No. [-] needs help."

"I can't get rid of the No. [-] fighter plane."

"Number Three"

A series of voices asking for help came, and the objects of the help were actually their three fighter planes.

Because under normal circumstances, only mutual fighters can help themselves.

Use interceptors, aim at the missiles following another fighter plane, or use other weapons that can intercept to shoot down the tracking missiles before you can get rid of them.

But if even the interceptors of their own fighter planes cannot lock on to the missiles following them, it would be crazy to let other fighters come to help them.

Because of carelessness, the missile was not shot down, but his own fighter was hit.

In addition, with three fighters calling for help together, the chances of being able to target are even less.

Seeing the three fighter planes circling below, Ward, who knew the situation was critical, couldn't care less, and ordered loudly:

"Hold on a little longer, come closer, I'll be there soon"

"Ward, you"

Several stunned voices came from the earphones, but as agents of S.H.I.E.L.D., even Hydra's spy agents, they all knew the rule of executing orders.

The pilots of the three fighter planes began to approach each other, and Ward had turned his entire body into metal, including his outer clothes.

The increase in weight, coupled with the acceleration of gravity, made Ward fall faster.

At the same time, Ward took out his Glock and held it tightly in his hand.

At this time, the faster missile was already very close to the fighter plane, but the command came from the headset.

"Go a little to the right, then a little closer, quickly"

In this tense situation, the driver has forgotten to question and is obeying orders.

The three fighter planes moved a little to the right together, and the distance between them was even less than 50 meters.

It's now

At this time, Ward, who controlled his speed through transformation and metal state, finally reached the position of the fighter plane.

"what is that"

Without using radar, the pilots of the fighter jets saw the silver-white Ward falling rapidly with their own eyes, and their eyes widened.

"That's Ward"

Because the speed was too fast, the drivers couldn't see clearly, but judging from the situation, they all guessed who it was.

But at this moment, Ward disappeared directly.

Then came three loud bangs.

boom boom boom

"The missiles tracking us exploded"

But at this moment, Ward disappeared directly.

Then came three loud bangs.

boom boom boom

"The missiles tracking us exploded"

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