After completing the issuance of all orders, the commander glanced again at the rapidly descending Dirham, without much worry in his heart.
After all, for pilots like Dirham, as long as they can eject from the cockpit, they have a ninety-nine percent chance of survival.
However, at this moment, Tiram was filled with endless despair.
Looking at the vast ocean below, he resignedly closed his eyes, letting the strong wind tumble him in midair without attempting to adjust his body.
Without a parachute, what good would adjusting his posture do?
Falling into the sea from thousands of meters high is no different from hitting a concrete ground.
No matter how perfect your diving position is, you will absolutely be smashed to pieces instantly!
Indeed, there was no parachute on Dirham at all.
This wasn't a parachute malfunction; it was entirely man-made.
Just when he had separated from the fighter jet, everything seemed so smooth.
He quickly checked everything and found nothing wrong.
