The pilot glanced at the GPS navigation screen and said, "Although this area is a radar identification zone, it is not the sovereign airspace of the Small Sun Nation. They only have the right to track and identify us—they cannot take any action against us. By international convention, we should inform them of our identity." "Understood. Eight Zero Electronic Book." The captain picked up the headset and spoke in fluent English. Through the speaker, the translated voice of the fighter pilot quickly came through: "Our aircraft on the left reports that its safety is seriously threatened by yours. I therefore issue a firm warning to you: immediately turn around or reduce speed and then turn around—do not maintain your current course." The message was repeated three times. The captain asked, "Qin, what should we do?" "Keep moving forward," said Qin. "I don't believe they'll dare to use force. This is international maritime airspace." The three aircraft maintained their synchronized, side-by-side flight. The fighter pilots quickly issued a new warning: Given your serious threat to our aircraft and your persistent refusal to heed our repeated appeals, we are now issuing our final notice—immediately turn around or reduce speed and then turn around. Otherwise, we will take decisive action, even if it means forcing you to land. "Man, you're still threatening me!" Qin, the young officer, growled. "Just keep flying forward—when you turn around, it'll be only when you're approaching their airspace!" The captain wiped a bead of sweat from his brow, his face filled with the demeanor of someone ready to meet his fate, and replied, "Understood!" A few minutes later, the fighter suddenly opened fire, using tracer rounds. With the thunder of the cannons, a series of bright-white projectiles streaked out ahead. This was a warning shot, aimed directly at the front, intended to make the opposing pilots clearly see the glowing trails of the shells and feel the growing sense of urgency, thus compelling them to refrain from further resistance. The captain was genuinely panicked, saying, "Qin, after their warning fire, they might actually open up on us now—the situation has become serious!" "I know," Qin Feng replied calmly. "By convention, after we change direction, the enemy will maintain a pursuit for a while until they feel we no longer pose a threat, correct?" "Yes, that's exactly what happens," the captain nodded. "The Sun Nationals are the most persistent—they'll follow us for a very long time!" "Then we'll just turn around," he said without hesitation. The aircraft began to turn, and the fighter jet followed suit, maintaining its escort position. Nakamura Shun-nan finally exhaled in relief, laughing wildly. "Mr. Qin, you've always underestimated our great Sunland! With this experience, look how many times you'll dare to appear within our airspace again! Hahahaha! The pilot back there was really unfortunate—he should have simply shot down that aircraft. After all, I'm not short of funds. Can't I manage it, can I?" A subordinate added, flattery in his voice, "Exactly! How could they have ignored Mr. Nakamura's orders? The Self-Defense Forces are becoming more and more unruly. When the headmaster was still in charge, they always bowed and yielded to every instruction!" In another direction, the fighter jets continued escorting Qin's aircraft. "Hmph, where are the Chinese military aircraft? I'm rather disappointed," he remarked. "Which fighter jet from our country—developed with the help of the United States—is a single-engine medium fighter named F-2? I just thought of it. The jet has already flown out through the ventilation system." The fighter jet was less than thirty meters away from the passenger aircraft. The pilot had been confident that he could drive the plane approaching from the Chinese direction back, a feat he considered worthy of celebration. Suddenly, he noticed a sword hanging outside the cockpit canopy. Indeed, it was a sword—its hilt and guard were set with gemstones, gleaming under the sunlight. He instinctively checked the display, which showed his altitude at eight thousand meters. How could there be a sword at this height? He thought he might be experiencing a visual illusion and blinked rapidly, but the sword remained there. "Reporting command center, a sword is appearing before me..." Then—crash— The flying sword launched an immediate assault, shattering the sturdy cockpit canopy with a single impact, sending glass fragments flying in all directions. Mid-sentence, overwhelmed by the sudden development, the pilot instinctively pulled the lever for the ejection seat. Thump-swoosh... The seat launched the pilot outwards, the parachute deployed, yet the aircraft plunged downward. Over the pilot's headset, the command center called out, "What's going on? What happened? Why is the radar showing your plane plummeting rapidly?" Just as the pilot began to explain what had transpired, the sword reappeared before him. This time, the flying sword severed the parachute's harness, and the pilot screamed as he plummeted downward, seemingly racing against his aircraft. At that altitude, a direct plunge into the sea was a miracle. On Qin Feng's plane, two captains were stunned—they had watched the fighter jet shatter its cockpit glass and then crash, all the while never seeing the flying sword. The captains couldn't comprehend what had happened, and asked, "Qin, what went wrong with that aircraft? How did it just fall on its own?" "Ha ha, the people of the Little Sun Country just aren't very well-behaved—having their planes crash is quite natural," he laughed. "After all, they've been following us. They deserve it. By the way, as a decent person, I think you two should report what happened just now to the air traffic control, and perhaps also notify the Sun Country Air Self-Defense Force so they can send someone to rescue them!" "Done," the captain agreed promptly. "He smiled, saying that although he hadn't managed to eliminate the culprit, Nakamura Shun-nan, he had successfully brought down their fighter—something to be proud of. 'Hmph. Suddenly, another Sun Country fighter appears, the same model as the one we just saw. The radio immediately asks: 'We'd like to know why our aircraft has crashed. Could it be that you've orchestrated a scheme to deliberately draw our planes into the airflow vortex? Please explain immediately. Otherwise, we will engage your aircraft and bring them down.' 'For heaven's sake!' Qin, the young officer, exclaimed. 'This is truly a case of the villain making the first move. We've just had our own plane crash—yet they're blaming us! What a bunch of Sun Country types! Since you've come to us, you've been so polite—now you're acting like a real pain!' "