The two bombers quickly left the formation and gradually lowered their altitude. At the same time, they turned on the airborne thermal imaging equipment and began to fly back and forth over the zombie group, searching for visible heat sources one by one like a plow.
"Tower, Tower, I am the Vulture Squadron. I have already flown over the bombing range, and the target cannot be determined. Please give instructions!" After more than 20 minutes passed, the pilot of the bomber rubbed his eyes and looked at the pilot in confusion. clerk, look at the bombardier, no
"The Mice at the End of the World" 1163 Zombie tide strikes 3
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