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[color=7bcdc8]"Roger."[/color] Cuong answered the order from Noel, ending the transmission before a grumble escaped his lips. [color=7bcdc8]"Alright, we heard him."[/color] 

[color=ed1c24]"An NA user with a fancy spear, I wonder who that could be."[/color] The Russian sitting behind the pilot gave a grinned remark. These NAs are the Chinese's wet dreams. There were no going anywhere in the military circles without hearing one of these guy's names. And given these people's tendencies to go showing off who they were and their accomplishment, Nikolay was fairly confident that they would be able to spot him fairly quickly. Chances are he'd freely give away his position very soon with his Noble Arms power, given that the battlefield had died down to the point of literally no sights of gunfire was found. His comrades, however, wasn't exactly thrilled.

"Spotting a tiny tiny pixel and then rocketing him blind?" One pilot complained. "Does the guy know we're like a thousand meters in the air?" 

"I mean, I doubt little kids know that we track machines, not humans." Another responded. "We can descend low enough for visual identification. It's not too big of a deal" 

"You sure? If he wears what he does in those posters, then it might be more difficult to verify." A female voice joined. Unlike the vast majority of those chuuni Noble Arms, this guy was at least somewhat practical with his outfit. The brown and black outfit made him blend in with the earth, and while it might not be difficult to find him on the ground, when he's simply a small dot from above, it would prove quite difficult. 

"Not to mention his potential powers as well. Nope, I am NOT getting down there." The first pilot said. However, considering that they might want to spot the guy before he did any shenanigans to the ground Filipino troops, it seemed like that was just inevitable. 

[color=7bcdc8]"Well we wanna get low anyway. There's no pleasantries around anymore, so might as well get the front row seat for the opera."[/color] Cuong, now the acting commander of Lotus, overrided the pilots' grumbling. [color=7bcdc8]"I will do the visual ID. You can standby at a safe distance."[/color] 

"Sure." The pilots simply responded along the lines, complying without much resistance. Their skepticism temporarily suppressed by their confidence in their skills and adherence to their sense of duty. As the other SU-30s descended and levelled off, the one lone aircraft continued its descent, getting dangerously close to ground fire range, the roar of engine alerted anyone close to it. 

[color=ed1c24]"Lower. I still can't see shit."[/color] Nikolay demanded, but his co-pilot wouldn't go any further and levelled the plane off. 

[color=7bcdc8]"I know you can, Nikolay."[/color] Cuong said. [color=7bcdc8]"Any lower than this and you're just asking for the daring devil."[/color]

[color=ed1c24]"I mean the dude wants concussive force right? What better concussion than a supersonic jet flyby?"[/color] Nikolay reasoned dryly, but the tone was pretty clear. However, Cuong was not impressed.

[color=7bcdc8]"If that kid hears this, he'd think that's a good idea and tell us to do it for real."[/color] He said. [color=7bcdc8]"Enough screwing around, let's look for the guy."[/color] 

It didn't take them long. Upon flying by the hills and into the beach area, the target was not that hard to spot. Tall, brown outfit, brandishing a spear. It's got to be him. Just in time for the update request from Noel. 

[color=7bcdc8]"Well, he's right on the beach at sector D1, if you haven't spotted him already."[/color] The Vietnamese pilot responded, just as the earth began to roar and shake. Instead of turning towards Huo Ren position and attacking him as ordered, the jet simply perked up and flew away, rejoining their squadron in the air. Perhaps attacking that carrier over there might have been a better plan than this guy.