Inside the villa garden, on a bench.

"Bastard, Arslan, if something happens to Rick, the old lady and you are not finished!" At this time, Lysa was sitting alone in a chair, sulking, looking at everything around her, unable to suppress the anger in her heart. Flying is always accompanied by death! His own son can't be a pilot anymore! Moreover, it's better to go to war!

"Ma'am, may I sit down?" Irina came along.

"Of course, kid, sit down," Lysa shifted slightly, motioning for Irina to sit with her. Lysa is very satisfied with this future daughter-in-law, beautiful, young, and so educated.

"Irina, how did you meet Rick back then?" Lysa took Irina's hand and asked her.

"Well, I was still in the South African Air Force in a civilian job, and I needed a liaison officer to communicate with the commander of the Pakistan Air Force. So, that's how we got to know each other. Irina blushed a little embarrassed.

"Madame, may I ask you how you and Mr. Arslan met?" Irina asked Lysa.

"Call me Lysa, Irina, don't be so polite. Back then, I was a little girl like you, and I was attracted to these Peter Pan in this way, and then I fell into it. Lysa said self-deprecatingly.

"Do you still love him?" Irina asked.

"Love! He is irreplaceable in my life. Lysa replied firmly.

"But, you know, when I married Arslan, after the original romance, all I had to think about was to pray to God not to lose my beloved? War, war after war. In the second and third Indo-Pakistani wars, their pilots rushed to the front line and were on the verge of danger at any time. It was then that I understood that if you choose a fighter pilot as a companion, you have to be ready to be a widow at any time! Lysa began to get excited.

Thankfully, Arslan was alive until the end of the war. In '74, Arslan and I immigrated to the United States with Rick. And Arslan opened a small airplane company there to continue his flying career, but I really didn't expect that Old Wings brought out Peter Pan, well, that's a child's dream. However, Arslan did not consult me, disposed of our aircraft company and villa in the United States without me, and returned to Pakistan with Rick. Continuing their war. Men are so selfish, using their way to prove the existence of their male hormones, completely ignoring the tears and pain of the women behind them! Lysa slowly recounts the past to Irina.

"But, Lady Lysa, the life of an eagle is to fly, and the life of a pilot is to fly, and Mr. Arslan is a pilot, and so is Rick. For them, flying is more than just their business. It's their life! "Irina heard Lysa's words and knew her concerns, but even more so that as the pilot's wife, she should firmly support their cause!

"Irina, I've told you so much. Don't you understand? Rick chose to come to the United States to carry on my business. Isn't it bad to be an upper-class person? Lysa couldn't help but ask when she heard Irina's words.

"Lady Lysa, you still don't understand, maybe you're right. But you're murdering Rick's life! Because flying is his life, if you don't let him fly, is he still the same Rick? As for my fate, I believe that God will not let me lose Rick, because Rick has proven time and time again that Death will not let me lose him, he is the source of the death storm, he is the one who brought death to the enemy, he is Azazel! Irina said.

Rick's call code name is Azazel, a powerful and evil fallen angel in Christianity and Islam! Irina believes that Rick is in the air and is an invincible god of war.

Looking into Irina's eyes, Lysa suddenly felt that her behavior seemed to be a little reckless, it was an eagle, it was time to spread its wings and fly, swim in the sky, and tie the eagle to an iron chain, that is, to murder the life of the eagle.

But......

Peshawar Air Base.

The Tomcat fighters of the Sino-Pakistani Joint Test Brigade were neatly lined up on the airfield, and they were ready to leave at any time, and the captain was none other than Rick, who had just returned to the unit after a grand engagement ceremony.

However, wearing a flying helmet and sitting in the cockpit, his face was simply the kind of person who owed him hundreds of thousands of dollars and did not pay it back, and the living should not touch the extremely bad kind, even the eyes were a kind of resentful gaze.

"Oh, my own mother." Rick couldn't help but sigh.

Rick remembered that the other day, he was supposed to lead a team to Saudi Arabia, join the multinational force, and fight for a share of honor in the sky that belongs to the great Azazel. But under the tremendous pressure of Lysa, the elder Arslan still compromised, went directly to Mhammad, opened the back door of His Excellency the President, and transferred Rick from the combat unit to this experimental unit, and this time it was several months, and by then the Gulf War would have been fought long ago.

When Rick protested, old Arslan told him in an unquestioning tone, "Son, your mother agrees with you to continue flying, but asks you not to venture out on the battlefield again, at least not until you and Irina marry and have children." Don't bargain with you, Peter Pan, either take off your military uniform and go to the United States with your mother to be a big boss, or you will honestly obey the arrangements of your superiors! At this time, the old Arslan, full of the commander-in-chief of the Air Force.

A depressed Rick then accepted the reality and led the team to China to carry out the test mission of the new Tomcat fighter.

The Chogori turbofan engine was activated, and Rick was intently piloting the fighter into the runway, when he suddenly saw the side of the tarmac, where the elder Arslan, Lysa, and Irina were waving to him.

Father! Mom! My dear! Rick didn't know that his eyes were moist at this time, and the complaint just now was gone, he knew that his mother did it for him, every mother, wanted to protect their children, if it wasn't for the love of flying since childhood, in fact, taking over my mother's class and being a big boss is also a very good choice.

Rick pulled up the goggles of his helmet and gave a solemn military salute to his loved ones in the cockpit.

Released the brakes, aimed at the runway, gently pushed the throttle stick, the engine in the tail spewed blazing flames, and Peng Pai's power drove the Tomcat fighter to accelerate and fly to the sky......

A new journey for Rick begins. (To be continued.) )