A man wearing goggles was lying prone on the back of a drone, waving to him from twenty thousand feet in the air.
"....."
Polk was so shocked that he almost forgot to control the warplane.
If he forcibly diverted the plane now, it might throw the other person off with the shockwave, but he had almost forgotten how to fly the plane, let alone breathe.
His good buddy wasn't someone who values chivalry and fairness, and while the other side was dazed, he had already started adjusting his position. His right hand left the handle, gazing at the terrifying abyss at the edge of the drone, and his good buddy gritted his teeth.
"Watch out, Sky Net, if you slip up, my little life is over today."
[Sky Net: Trust me]
"I've always trusted you."
The Predator tilted its body, adjusting the center of gravity to provide the best shooting angle for his buddy, a pose somewhat like the Green Goblin from Spider-Man.
