East Sea Garrison District, military spaceport.
With a deafening sonic boom exploding over the runway, the ink-black X-01 Ghost prototype didn't circle around for a conventional landing.
The ventral thrusters violently spat out ethereal blue exhaust, using terrifying reverse thrust to come to a dead stop in midair, transitioning from extreme motion to absolute stillness.
Then, the fighter jet landed vertically and steadily on the tarmac.
This maneuver, which defied the laws of aerodynamics, left the ground crew staring dumbfounded.
The canopy slid open. Han Feng took off his helmet, and before he could even jump off the wing, the military communicator on his wrist began to vibrate.
There was only a single, short line of text: "My office. Now."
The sender was Li Tiecheng.
Han Feng raised an eyebrow.
'Looks like the two bigwigs are getting antsy.'
