My Perfect Female CE Chapter 734: Fighter Jets Strike

Chapter 734: Chapter 734: Fighter Jets Strike

At ten thousand feet high, on a flight from Japan to Huaxia, Ye Fan, Chu ngyao, and others were resting and chatting in the first class cabin.

In the cabin, passengers of various nationalities were busy with their own affairs, maintaining orderliness.

Suddenly, two fighter jets erged from the cloud layers, following closely behind the flight.

This scene imdiately puzzled the passengers on the plane, sparking discussions among them.

At this mont, no one realized that these two fighter jets were here to destroy the plane.

"Look, from the type of aircraft, these are Japan’s third-generation fighter jets."

"What’s the deal? Why are Japanese fighter jets joining the fun?"

"Could it be that there is so danger on this flight path, and Japan is here to escort us for our safety?"

Various discussions ca out of the crowd’s mouths.

In the first class cabin, Ye Fan and ngyao showed feelings of anger. These unexpected guests certainly had ill intentions, and what enraged them even more was that, with so many people on the plane, the Japanese governnt rashly dispatched fighter jets to attack. How ruthless and heartless this was!

"Given the current situation, I still underestimated the shalessness of the Japanese governnt," Qiu Wen said angrily.

"This nation has always been treacherous and despicable, with no sense of honor or justice. For their own interests, they are willing to sacrifice everything and don’t care about the life and death of ordinary people. We learned this in our elentary school textbooks," said Shen Yaqing coldly.

"Our benefactor has long had a comprehensive plan; otherwise, if suddenly attacked by fighter jets, we would have no chance of dealing with it in a hurry and only face certain death," Han Bihong said.

Indeed, Ye Fan had prepared for the worst-case scenario in advance to guard against unexpected situations.

However, Ye Fan would rather all his preparations be just backup plans that would not have to be used. For the Japanese governnt to disregard the hundreds of people on the plane, intending to destroy them all, was infuriating.

"Master, destroy those two fighter jets. We can’t just sit and wait," Qiu Wen shouted.

"No rush," Ye Fan said calmly, "Although the Japanese governnt is despicable, the area below the plane is a densely populated city. To minimize the impact and avoid casualties among the Japanese civilians, the fighter jets will definitely attack in an unpopulated area. In about two minutes, we’ll be over such an area, and that’s when we’ll act."

"If the flight crashes, the Japanese governnt will definitely find an excuse to call it an accident to reduce the pressure of international public opinion. Surely, they’ll have excuses ready," ngyao said calmly. "Since we are already prepared, there’s no need to worry. The fighter jets are coming at this ti to create pressure on us, wanting to see us fall into despair before attacking."

This was the Japanese governnt’s sinister intention. As ngyao said, Ishino Yoko did this to expose the fighter jets early, intending to exert pressure on Ye Fan and others, hoping to see his hated targets despair before dying.

On the ground, Ishino Yoko had already learned from the video that the fighter jets were approaching the flight.

Doing so naturally carried great risks. After the plane crashes, the fighter jets that mysteriously appeared would attract the attention of observant people, certainly leading to suspicions. At that ti, all fingers would point to the Japanese governnt, which would be quite troubleso.

However, Ishino Yoko was willing to take the risk to ensure that Ye Fan and others would struggle and despair before dying.

"Ye Fan, Chu ngyao, let

personally send you to Hell," Ishino Yoko said with a smug smile. "Especially you, Ye Fan. Aren’t you the number one on the heaven list? Didn’t you disregard my Japan’s dignity and kill at will? Fine, very fine. This ti, I not only want your lives but also to give you ample ti to struggle and despair before you die."

Ishino Yoko was smug and indescribably happy and excited.

Ye Fan, the number one on the heaven list, a figure renowned in the Underworld, was going to die right in front of him, under his ans. This was an extrely fulfilling thing. How could he not feel smug?

"Lord Shino, we have the target locked. Shall we launch the missiles to attack the target now?"

On the plane, the pilots communicated with Ishino Yoko through equipnt, the two fighter jets dispatched, and the personnel on them were all handpicked elites, specifically chosen by Ishino Yoko.

"No rush, let the missiles brew a bit longer. Let the target teeter on the brink of despair, struggle a bit more, then strike," Ishino Yoko commanded.

"Yes, Lord Shino," ca the respectful voice from the plane.

Soon, the flight reached the unpopulated area over the skies.

The despair ti Ishino Yoko allotted to Ye Fan and others was over.

Ishino Yoko, as expected, assud that Ye Fan and others would despair. In reality, what he didn’t know was that Ye Fan and his party were anything but in despair; instead, they mocked and awaited the destruction of the fighter jets. At that ti, both Ishino Yoko and the entire Japanese governnt would feel a burning humiliation. Such an attack would severely disgrace the Japanese governnt, causing substantial losses.

There were no people sent by Ishino Yoko on the flight.

Otherwise, Ishino Yoko would have sent soone to witness what Ye Fan and others’ despair would be like. He could only subjectively imagine what possible scenes of despair they might face.

Actually, even if he wanted to send soone to board the flight, it would have been unrealistic.

Because, when he received the information, Ye Fan and others had already boarded the plane, and the plane was about to take off. Arranging anyone in ti was impossible.

Therefore, Ishino Yoko had no choice but to proceed this way.

"Alright, destroy the plane and annihilate everyone," Ishino Yoko laughed sinisterly, his expression unprecedentedly arrogant.

In his mind, the images of the plane exploding, and Ye Fan and others screaming and turning into fragnts, had already appeared.

"Yes," the fighter jets received the order.

"Die, Huaxia dogs," the pilot on the fighter jet maliciously sneered, his expression icy and beast-like. Just as the pilot was about to press the button to launch the missile, a warning sound was heard: "Under attack, under attack."

This sound was like a death knell, shocking everyone.

The pilot was bewildered, unable to comprehend what was happening.

"The threat is from the ground, judging by the position, it should be from our own military base."

"Has the Emperor gone mad?"

"He must be mad, otherwise, how could such a thing happen."

"Missiles launched from our own military base are being fired at us."

"What kind of situation is this?"

"What’s going on?"

The people on the two fighter jets were uneasy, overwheld with fear and insecurity.