I Asked You to Turn on the Phone, but You Started with Three Lines.

The fire of the space elevator was the watershed in Ye Lingfeng's fate. As a former space elevator airspace defender of the Long Dynasty Air Force, he was burdened with an unfounded crime - he was blamed for shooting down a bridge carrying civilians, but it was actually the work of the AI ​​wingman of the Third Squadron on the West Coast. So he became a target for the "punishment" flying brigade. Driving a wheezing old J20C, rolling in the missile lock of the cutting-edge JH36, escaping from death 22 times, turning the "waste utilization" cemetery into his own survival classroom. The three white lines on the vertical tail are a shame and a mark of his survival in overload and smoke. When medal hunters on the West Coast were still treating him as a stepping stone to promotion, he clutched his frayed-edged retirement documents and stepped into the oily air of Stardust Security Group. There is no charge here, only whether he can fly - PMC's high-risk airspace is another sky and a new battlefield for him to break free from his shackles. From the injustice of the space elevator, to the hunting ground of the punishment camp, to the unknown sky of the private military company, Ye Lingfeng's flight suit is always stained with aviation oil and sweat. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.