Codename Xuannv: I Just Want to Have My Midnight Snack in Peace

Three years ago, he made an emergency landing to preserve top-secret data. His spine was shattered and he was banned from flying under medical orders. Three years later, the radar was completely blind and the stealth aircraft fleet was overwhelmed. The tower roared at a "waste": "Lu Kunlun! I'm using you as disposable chopsticks!" Lu Kunlun didn't talk nonsense. He chose to bind the broken iron coffin codenamed "Xuannv" to extend his life span for the next thirty years in order to return to the blue sky at this moment. There is no radar, no wingmen, just a pair of hands that have repaired tractors, and a heart that wants to go home for a midnight snack. "Come on, grandsons," he sneered in the clouds, "In this fog, this old plane is the most durable." Thousands of interference bombs exploded into a "red earth", and he used physical attacks to teach these invisible nobles how to behave. After landing, Liu, the head of the Logistics Department, looked at the battle damage report and his face was as green as a spinach: "What the hell! Demolition! Give me the 'Xuannv' to dismantle and inspect! Don't even think about having dinner until the demolition is complete!" Lu Kunlun was happy. This job was better than writing a 10,000-word review. I just don't know if thirty years of overdraft can still be exchanged for a silent TV set and a stable late-night snack?