When the small trainer aircraft suddenly shed its exterior to reveal a fifth-generation Phantom 3000 fighter, Zhao Rong's eyes widened in surprise. "Holy smokes," he exclaimed, "I can't believe it! The lead pilot wasn't flying some simple small plane but a fifth-generation fighter—the Phantom 3000…"
When the three women and the assistant heard that the unassuming aircraft was a Phantom 3000, they immediately looked where Zhao Rong was pointing. To their utter astonishment, the plane had indeed shed its disguise, revealing a sleek and aggressive-looking fighter jet.
Lili's mouth fell open. "Holy smokes, I can't believe it! That guy is actually flying a Phantom fighter…"
Yu Lan gasped. "Zhao Rong, what do we do? He's flying a fifth-generation fighter! It's too fast, and it climbs too sharply. Our flying car will never catch him…"
Xuelian added worriedly, "If our flying car can't catch up, we won't be able to shoot it down. It'll get away."
