Lieutenant Mitchell's finger hovered less than a centimeter above the launch button, cold sweat sliding down his temples.
The red warning box on the screen flashed frantically, piercing alarms filled the control room.
"Locked! Locked! Locked!"
"Evade! Evade immediately!"
He shouted frantically, but the order came too late.
The SAM-6 missile tore through the air with its deadly tail flame, rushing towards the "Grim Reaper" in the sky at a speed of 2.8 Mach.
"Release countermeasures!"
Mitchell roared as he slammed the electronic countermeasure button.
On the screen, the MQ-9 "Grim Reaper" drone quickly dispensed a stream of magnesium flare decoy rounds, exploding dozens of brilliant sparks in the night sky.
But it was all too late.
To achieve a better attack effect, the drone had already dropped to a mid-low altitude of 3000 meters, the distance between the two sides was too close.
