"Aircraft?!"
"And a damn Mosquito-style one..."
In the jungle, a group of people looked up in surprise as a W-2 Attack Aircraft strafed gunfire at the ground before quickly pulling up and climbing in altitude.
Mutants outside the town fired into the sky, with bullets whizzing upwards, but they couldn't keep up with the aircraft as it sped away.
It wasn't long before the plane circled back for another round of strafing, sending a large number of green-skinned mutants who couldn't dodge in time to their demise.
That cannon seemed to have eyes of its own.
Clearly, someone was directing its ground fire.
Looking up at the sky, Old White's face showed a hint of surprise.
"This brother's flying pretty well."
Wild Wind nodded in agreement.
"It's got to be one of our own."
W-2 Attack Aircraft had only been exported to Brocade River Province less than a year ago.
