None of this had anything to do with Lin Mo. If there was a real combat mission, the seasoned veterans would always be the first to go up. A rookie like him needed to focus on mastering his aircraft and sharpening his combat skills—that was his only priority right now.
The clash between the two worlds’ air powers was unimaginable. A chill ran down Lin Mo’s spine, sweat soaking his back as his heart pounded like a caged rabbit. After all, Goldcoin had come from the same world as he did. Even though Goldcoin had once regarded him as a sworn enemy and had wished nothing more than to take his life, by the logic of this world they were practically kin—blood may break, but sinew remains. That bond could not be changed.
What would happen between Lieutenant Colonel Shen’s J-10A and Goldcoin? Lin
