This meant that the performance of White Eagle State's invisible plane was indeed inferior to that of Agni!
Bill was still following it, and the distance between them was getting closer.
The F22's pilot, Lehman, didn't know that he had been tracked.
His attention was still on Agni No. 8.
He was going to teach Agni No. 8 a lesson.
Seeing that Agni No. 8 was playing with his men near the scout, he also wanted to use this method.
He wanted to quietly fly above Agni No. 8 and suddenly accelerate.
Or he could use the aircraft's fire control radar to install it on Agni, which would certainly frighten the pilot inside.
Thinking of his plan, a smile played at the corners of Lehman's mouth.
When he was about to speed up and fly over, there was a sudden alarm from the plane.
"Beep! Beep! Beep!"
He knew that it was the sound of his plane being targeted by the fire control radar.
Before he could figure out what was going on, he heard a loud bang from behind.
Sitting in the cabin of F22, he had a better sound insulation effect than the electronic scout, so he was not tortured by the sound explosion like the people on the scout.
"What's going on? Shit!" Lehman cursed.
Just now, he wanted to frighten Bama State's plane with the sound explosion, but he didn't expect to be frightened the next second.
He suddenly turned around and saw a silver-grey warship appearing on the right.
It kept the same speed as him.
He could even see the color of the pilot's clothes.
"It's so close!" Lehman's eyes widened.
He would have thought that his plane was targeted just now. It should be this plane.
He looked at the silver-grey body of the plane on the right, which reflected dazzling light in the sun.
He knew it was Bama State's plane but wasn't it in the front?
"Is this another one?"
He looked at the battle plane on the radar and found that it was indeed near the electronic scout. But the scout on his right side didn't find it on the radar!
"The scout can't see it!" He couldn't even see it with the radar at such a close distance!
"It's horrible!"
All of a sudden, Lehman felt a little absent-minded.
If it was a real air battle, he must have been defeated.
Thinking of this, his face turned pale.
He was frightened.
There was no signal at all. The plane suddenly appeared behind him like a ghost.
He saw that the pilot in the opposite plane gave him a thumb up, and then slowly turned his thumbs down.
All of a sudden, Lehman got angry. He was provoking him!
"Damn Bama State people!"
Lehman steered the plane straight down, he wanted to get rid of the Bama State.
Under Bill's control, Agni No. 7 also began to fly down, following behind Lehman.
Then, Lehman continued to do all kinds of difficult things.
If he was an ordinary pilot, Lehman might have dumped him, but this was Bill.
Bill could be said to be the most skilled pilot of Bama State. He had flown third and fourth-generation planes for a long time.
Not to mention driving a fifth-generation plane.
Bill didn't even use the smart system.
No matter what technology Lehman used, he couldn't get rid of Agni.
"Shit! Shit!" Lehman shouted.
In the process of the plane chasing each other, Lehman found that not only the other party's flying skill was better than his, but also the flexibility of plane was better.