The Spell's Range Covers the Entire Territory of China? Hand It Over to the Nation

14: Chapter 14 Global Headlines: The Forbidden Zone of Gods and the Most Expensive Mukbang in HistoryAbove the East Sea, clouds piled up, and the cold wind was like a knife.

Inside the cockpit of the F-22 Raptor, the ace pilot code-named ’Falcon’, Jack, felt like he was going crazy.

As the ace of aces in the Eagle Federation Air Force, what kind of storms hadn’t he seen? He had dodged SAM missiles in Middle Eastern sandstorms, played blind landings in the polar nights of the Arctic, and even soloed and defeated three third-generation fighters in simulated combat.

But he had never practiced how to be a static specimen at an altitude of ten thousand meters.

This state, which violated the laws of physics, had lasted for a full two hours.

Although his body was imprisoned by some mysterious force, and even blinking took all his strength, this did not mean his metabolism had stopped. On the contrary, extreme fear caused his adrenaline to soar, followed by intense thirst, hunger that made his stomach cramp, and... the increasingly difficult-to-ignore throbbing pain in his bladder.

”Fuck... is there anyone... save me...”

Jack let out a dry whimper from his throat, tears mixed with snot smearing inside his oxygen mask, sticky, making him feel like a salted fish exposed to the scorching sun.

Just when he thought he would suffocate or starve to death in this static state, the light outside the cockpit suddenly dimmed.

Buzz, buzz, buzz—

A somewhat familiar sound of motor rotation came.

Jack struggled to turn his eyeballs, and his pupils shrank when he saw the object coming.

It was not the search and rescue team he had hoped for, nor was it a fighter jet from Longxia Country.

It was several petite... civilian multi-rotor drones painted with bright red flags?

These toys, which could be bought at Walmart for a few hundred dollars, were hovering slowly beside his cockpit canopy, their four propellers spinning happily, making a mocking, light sound.

One of the drones adjusted its posture, the mechanical claw hanging under its belly released, and a piece of cardboard ”slapped” against the cockpit glass.

On it, written in extremely neat Chinese and English, was a line of text:

[Given that your side has trespassed into our country without permission and refuses to leave, out of the humanitarian spirit of the Eastern land of etiquette, a luxury lunch is specially provided. Please open the cockpit!]

Luxury lunch?

Jack’s brain lagged a bit, and before he could react, another drone came up.

It also extended a mechanical arm, but this time it wasn’t holding cardboard, but something still steaming hot...

A paper bowl?

The familiar red and black color scheme, the conspicuous beef pattern...

If Jack had ever been to a train station or an all-night internet cafe in Dragon Summer, he would have recognized this as the Divine Artifact that countless wanderers dreamed of—Braised Beef Noodles.

”Slurp...”

He didn’t know if it was an illusion, but Jack even felt he smelled an overbearing fragrance through the well-sealed cockpit canopy.

At the same time, a third drone slowly ascended, the huge black lens on its body aimed directly at his face, the red indicator light flashing on and off.

...

With intentional traffic promotion from Dragon Summer, the global internet soon boiled over.

Server red lights flashed crazily. Whether it was Twitter, YouTube, or domestic Douyin and Weibo, traffic from all platforms was converging crazily into the same live broadcast room, like a hundred rivers returning to the sea.

The title of the live broadcast room was extremely provocative—”High-End Match: Watching the Eagle Federation’s Ace Pilot Elegantly Dine in This Situation.”

Countless netizens who were slacking off during the night shift, distracted during evening classes, or scrolling on their phones in bed, clicked into the live broadcast room out of curiosity.

As soon as the screen loaded, the barrage instantly exploded, with dense text directly covering the screen.

[Holy shit! Is this real footage? Must be special effects, right? Whose plane can stay suspended in the sky like that?]

[Is the person above disconnected from the world? Go look at the news next door, the beast tide at Luofeng Slope has already become Materials, these two planes are nothing.]

[Are these the two F-22s that broke in? Why do they look like two flies stuck on a spider web?]

[The point is the drone! What the hell, Braised Beef Noodles! And spicy flavor! Who came up with this idea? Too vicious!]