The Deadly Assassin Robin by Tristan Storm

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At an altitude of six miles, the Drakebane J–70 unleashed a devastating strike, reducing Black Serpent No. 301, the lead fighter jet, to a fiery wreckage.

The captain, Geraint, thrown into the open sky, felt a chill run down his spine.

In a mere fraction of a second!

The Drakebane had exploited an almost imperceptible chance and delivered a direct hit.

Once a legendary pilot, he found himself in utter disbelief, his mind struggling to accept reality, wishing desperately that this was all a hallucination.

High above, the smoke gradually faded as the parachute carried him downward.

The scattered debris of the downed fighter jet drifted through the boundless sky like tears of despair, fading into the void.

A heavy sigh cut through the thick clouds, filling Geraint’s chest with an overwhelming sense of grief.

He had never imagined that the formidable Black Serpent squadron would crumble so easily before the might of the Drakebane.

This battle had no purpose!

Bryon’s miscalculation had destroyed decades of careful planning.

It was more than humiliation, it was total annihilation.

As Geraint descended, burdened by regret, the Drakebane J–70 suddenly came to a halt right before him.

Inside the cockpit, Robin lifted a hand, shaping his fingers into a mock handgun as if to say, “Gotcha!”

A moment later, a searing laser beam erupted from the cannon.

Geraint let out a bitter smile before being instantly vaporized by the searing heat, vanishing into a plume of smoke.

The two wingmen, No. 302 and No. 303 trailing closely behind Black Serpent No. 301, immediately committed a suicidal attack.

One veered left, the other right, both roaring toward Robin’s fighter jet at full speed. At the same time, their fire–control radars locked onto their target, and two missiles launched in unison, streaking through the sky with deadly precision.

With a swift yank of the control stick, Robin sent the Drakebane J–70 soaring over 0,6 miles straight up.

The two incoming missiles met midair, colliding in a violent detonation, forming a blazing sphere of destruction.

With their captain gone, the Black Serpent No. 3 squadron plunged into disarray.

Out of nowhere, Drakebane 0002 emerged from the side, firing off two precise missiles that obliterated Black Serpent No. 302 and No. 303 in an instant.

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Black Serpent No. 3 squadron

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miles, the international Thalrex Order F–22 squadron had an unobstructed view of the battle

could hardly contain his excitement, practically ready

the most breathtaking aerial combat he had ever

certain that this fight would be one of a kind, something no

as a rival but had instead chosen

vanished before Lord Drakebane just as Geraint and the others had.

all of Escea,

he had no chance of overcoming an opponent without a

to anticipate, was nothing short of a catastrophe.

Eastern United Fleet of Draconia also roared with excitement, filled with pride for their revered military

than just worthy of applause, it was the triumph of a

warrior!

an even

protect our homeland, when would we finally have the chance to unleash our unyielding spirit to the

restraint have left us seething with frustration

and then at those politicians who only speak grand words but never take real action.

are nothing but a

scoundrels from unremarkable places mocking me right to

intense urge to abandon everything, just like the Divine Drakebane, and cut them down with my own blade!

“But I cannot!

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so, then let’s lose ourselves in this breathtaking aerial

this moment, General Dermot of the East Falcon Carrier Force has already guaranteed Felix that the outcome of this battle is

be completely

Drakebane’s ruthless nature, he will

No. 304, 305, and 306 swiftly maneuvered out of Robin’s attack range, reorganized their formation, and launched another

mode but instead revealed himself

Autreynia military aircraft designer, who had been specially recruited by the Dark Web.

to cruise at supersonic speeds

present, no other fighter

the F–22 lags behind, unable to

no aircraft could possibly

and 306 turned around to pursue the Drakebane J–70, Robin suddenly pulled the nose up, maximizing the aircraft’s aerodynamic drag to execute a

instantly, tilting their canards and tail fins in unison, lifting their noses to slow