Leitao piloted his F-35B fighter jet, gliding silently through the clouds like a phantom of the night. With sharp eyes, he utilized the aircraft's advanced optical and radar systems to take in every detail of the Japanese Army airfield below. The precise length of the runway, the exact locations of the hangars, and the intricate layout of the defensive fortifications—nothing escaped his notice, and he memorized them all. With this key information firmly etched in his mind, he yanked the control stick. The fighter maneuvered like a nimble bird, carving a graceful, fluid arc through the sky before quickly banking toward a highly concealed, level area several dozen kilometers away.
This area was ringed by dense, layered forests; viewed from high above, it seemed to blend perfectly into the natural landscape, making it nearly impossible to detect. Leitao landed the fighter with steady precision, the tires kicking up a cloud of dust the moment they touched the ground. No sooner had the aircraft come to a stop than he opened the cockpit canopy, and a wave of heat rushed in. He quickly shed his heavy flight suit and helmet, revealing sweat-drenched, slightly disheveled hair and a face set in steely determination.
Leitao vaulted from the cockpit, his feet landing firmly on the solid ground. Without a moment’s hesitation, he stored the fighter away into his mysterious Bagua Spinning Top Space. Immediately after, he retrieved a compact, sophisticated hummingbird drone from the equipm…
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