Instead of fighting with the Pakistan Air Force, it is better to defect to Pakistan! In this way, you can also take refuge in the Western world! There are all kinds of girls waiting for him, just like Berenkov, who flew to Japan and is doing well now!

Zuyev didn't want to go back very much. He had enough of the tigress at home. At the same time, he didn't want to fight the Pakistan Air Force. He heard that their missiles were very powerful, just like they had eyes. It didn't work if they were disturbing or something. The aircraft designers behind him were simply killing him.

All afternoon, he sat quietly on the grass, and finally, he made up his mind to do it! The Western world is waiting for me!

After leaving the base, a few kilometers away, there was a pharmacy. He bought a lot of sleeping pills, and then bought another piece of super big bread, crushed all the sleeping pills into powder and added them to the cake.

"Zuyev, what's wrong with you?" Andrei couldn't help asking as he looked at Zuyev carrying a big cake.

"Just just called, my wife gave birth to a son for me! I have to celebrate!" Zuyev said: "Everyone has a share of these cakes! Andre, gather everyone!"

The people living on this building were all pilots who knew each other. When Andre began to greet him, everyone came over.

The cake was separated and everyone had a portion. Zuyev said: "Since it is an army, we can't drink alcohol anymore. When our war preparations are over, I will invite everyone to drink vodka!"

When the war preparations were over, everyone was depressed when they heard this word and completely ate the cake as wine.

After eating, everyone returned to the dormitory and soon fell asleep, and the entire dormitory building became silent.

Looking at these people, Zuyev was very satisfied. If he wanted to defect, someone would definitely come to chase him. As long as these people were all asleep, no one would chase him.

Zuyev had made up his mind and came out of the dormitory building and headed towards the airport in the distance.

However, when Zuyev walked to the apron, the guards there immediately came to stop him. Since he had not received the order, he could not get close to the plane.

Seeing that the Su-27 fighter jet was on the apron, but he couldn't get close to him, Zuyev became anxious again.

Zuyev walked backwards and walked into the duty room next to him. The people here were very familiar with Zuyev.

"Zuyev, why are you here? Where is Trovsky?" the person on duty asked Zuyev.

"He has something to do. Let me come for him first." Zuyev said, "You go back."

When he heard that Zuyev was here to change shifts, the person on duty immediately handed him the ak74 he used for on duty and left.

Holding the gun, Zuyev became more confident and walked out with great strides.

"Stop, don't get close. You can't board the plane without receiving the take-off order!" the guard shouted.

"Dada." Zuyev raised his rifle without hesitation and swept towards the other party. Suddenly, the guards fell down.

There was no turning back! Zuyev quickly climbed up the gangway, jumped into the cab, moved away from the gangway, and started to open various electric gates.

The plane was on duty and the fuel was full. When Zuyev turned the button, two balls of flames spit out from the tail, and the two engines were already started in an emergency!

When I got closer, I saw that except for the navigation lights, I even lowered the landing gear. The speed was quite low. Although there was a missile hanging, it could also indicate that there was no hostility.

The long plane flew over, turned on the navigation lights, and flew to the other side. The two-engines could be seen opposite him. In the cockpit, there was a guy who was not wearing a helmet and a flight suit, and he seemed to be in a very embarrassed manner.

Could it be that I am here to surrender?

The pilot of the aircraft pointed with his finger and signaled to change the direction of the flight. The other party obeyed the pusher and changed the course.

Two F-16s flew with the plane and flew to Kamra Air Force Base.

When the Su-27's wheel touched the ground, Zuyev finally felt relieved and finally got off!

When he stopped the plane, a team of Pakistani soldiers on the ground wanted him to hold his gun and surrounded the plane.

Opening the canopy, Zuyev came out of the cabin, raised his hands to the soldiers below, and said loudly in Russian: "I am free! I want to be an American, I want to apply for political asylum!"

Looking at the Pakistani people below, Zuyev was extremely happy.

Islamabad.

Lilis sat in front of the window and watched the car under the apartment stop, and was immediately delighted. Mhamad was back!

Although he became the president of real power, Mhamad had not officially moved into the presidential palace to live in, and still lived in this villa in the city. Because he often handled various major issues, he sometimes had to come back very late.

Today, Mhamad returned early, and Lilis was very happy. When the door opened, she rushed forward.

"Dear, you're back." Lilith helped Mhamad take off his top and put on slippers, just like a most obedient Japanese woman.

"Well, Lilith," said Mhamad. "Today we can finally have dinner at home on time."

"I'll go and serve the meal right away." Lilith said.

Authentic Chinese cuisine. When Lilis found out that Mhamad liked to eat Chinese food, she immediately learned to make it. Now, it is quite well-made, including fish-flavored shredded pork, Kung Pao chicken, etc.

Looking at the dishes served, Mhamad had a big appetite and had just started to pick up the chopsticks, but the adjutant knocked on the door again.

"President Mhamad, if there is an emergency, please go to the Ministry of Defense immediately." said the adjutant.

Looking at the table full of dishes, Mhamad took the chopsticks, picked up a few bites, put them in his mouth, and left while chewing.

Back at the Ministry of Defense, Musha Af and others had just arrived. Looking at the red vegetable juice on Mhamad's mouth, Musha Af said: "President, I'm very sorry to bother you. Our air base welcomed a special guest, a Soviet man, who defected in a fighter plane."

Felling in the plane? Mhamad said: "Isn't this guy called Zuyev?"

After Mhamad said that, Musha Af opened his mouth wide: "President, you already know? It's not your planner, right?"

Listening to Musha Av's words, Mhamad was also stunned: "It's not really Zuyev, right?"
Chapter completed!