area51novel Chapter 787 Was He Really Struck by Lightning?!
Chapter 787 Was He Really Struck by Lightning?!
Inside the device, there were several black signing pens displayed. Baijiu took one out, held it in his palm, and pressed the button at the bottom.
"Whoosh!" A thin needle popped out instantly.
This turned out to be a portable syringe disguised as a signature pen.
Baijiu stared at the gleaming needle tip. "I only need to 'accidentally' bump into him in the crowd. Within ten seconds, he'll be like a drunk at a party, talking incoherently and letting anyone manipulate him."
He carefully placed the syringe back into the device. "Once I've taken on his disguise, you will lead him out through the main gate and hand him over to Sloane's extraction team."
Mojito tilted his head, his sharp eyes catching the hidden meaning in Baijiu's words, and warned bluntly: "Don't think you can get rid of me so easily, Baijiu."
"You think too much," Baijiu denied flatly, "I'm not trying to get rid of you."
"Why not?" Mojito asked calmly, trying his best to suppress his inner dissatisfaction.
He paused for a moment, and seeing that Baijiu remained silent, he continued, "I know you don't want me to get involved in this operation. But let's face it..."
Mojito's tone was accusing: "If you could be so hardened in Berlin, I wouldn't have to be here."
The words are filled with resentment and arrogance, as if saying: Do you think I am willing to come?
Baijiu's face darkened instantly at these words, his expression becoming serious. He stared directly at Mojito, his tone suddenly rising, "If you hadn't executed every syndicate member the organization sent you to track down, I wouldn't have to be here!"
Those eyes, like the depths of the abyss, stared intently at Mojito. "Yes, I know what you did! It's because of you that none of us are able to identify John Lark or the 'Apostle' alive!"
Mojito looked nonchalant, with an arrogance of "What can you do to me" between his eyebrows, which was enough to make any normal person want to chop him with a knife.
He even raised his eyebrows provocatively, leaned forward half a meter, met Baijiu's bloodthirsty and dark gaze, and said calmly: "If you have any objections to my 'method'..."
His voice was low and magnetic: "You can stay behind. You have to remember that every time you accept a mission, there is a sentence at the end -"
"'You can choose whether to accept the mission'."
"Is that right?" Mojito said with a sarcastic smile on his face.
Baijiu was about to retort when a hissing sound similar to that of a shower head suddenly came from above his head, and the light tubes on both sides of the wall suddenly went out.
After half a second of absolute darkness, the dazzling dark red emergency light enveloped the entire space.
A cold, robotic male voice rang out from the speaker: "Decompression will begin in two minutes."
Baijiu glanced at him coldly and put his unhappiness behind him for the time being - there would be plenty of time to settle the score later. Right now, they were about to embark on an extremely exciting and dangerous session.
He suppressed his anger and his voice returned to calmness: "Put on your gear. White Widow will meet Lark in half an hour."
It's getting dark.
A huge military transport plane soared alone at an altitude of ten thousand meters, its pitch-black fuselage cutting through the silent sky.
The two of them were doing a final check.
They were dressed in black, airtight protective suits, their transparent visors reflecting the dim red glow of the cabin. Baijiu put on his helmet with a serious and focused expression, ensuring a perfect seal.
He turned on the oxygen valve on his chest, took deep breaths, and adjusted his breathing rate.
The breath on the mask gradually thinned. The cold, mechanical voice came over the radio again: "Decompression will begin in ten seconds."
Baijiu caught a glimpse of the indicator light on the instrument on the top of the cabin turning from red to green.
However, his attention was quickly drawn to Mojito's clumsy operation. Mojito noticed Baijiu's gaze and immediately stopped, shrugging his shoulders in a relaxed manner.
Baijiu's brows knitted into the shape of a "川" character and cast a worried look: "Is your oxygen on?"
Mojito's mask was blurred by the moisture from his exhaled breath, and he waved his hand to indicate that he didn't need help.
Baijiu walked straight towards him - not out of kindness, but because time was of the essence.
Once decompression is complete, the aircraft will rapidly climb and depart from the intended drop point.
He quickly fixed the valve and warned, "The air is thin at this altitude. I don't want you to faint."
"Shh-!"
The heavy hatch slowly slid open! Mojito automatically blocked out Baijiu's words and turned to look.
Baijiu reached out and straightened the oxygen tube made of special material next to his neck - this was not meddling.
If the oxygen tube is twisted and not smooth, there will be insufficient oxygen supply during rapid descent, and the brain will quickly suffer from hypoxia under low pressure, leading to fainting.
Baijiu tapped Mojito's visor glass with his fingertips and warned him solemnly, "Your head-up display has a built-in navigation system. Follow it to find your target! Open your parachute only when the system prompts you to do so—not before, and certainly not after! Otherwise, the last thing that will pass through your brain will be your kneecap! Do you understand?"
"Clearly enough," Mojito replied nonchalantly.
Baijiu has fulfilled its obligation to remind him, and the rest depends on his luck.
The huge hatch was fully opened, like a portal to another world.
Baijiu said nothing more and turned to walk towards the cabin door. He stood quietly at the door.
Under my feet was the cold metal deck.
Before my eyes is the boundless, rolling sea of clouds and the distant horizon, chaotic and vast.
The dim light outlined his tall figure into a deep silhouette, as if he was confronting the heaven and earth, listening to the howling of the wind.
suddenly!
The sea of clouds on the left was churning violently, and a dazzling flash of lightning tore through the gloomy sky!
Baijiu turned around abruptly—the worst had happened! He looked at Mojito: "We need to talk! We need to re-plan!"
"Get out of the way, Baijiu!" Mojito tried to push away Baijiu who was blocking his way.
"There's a storm raging outside! We need to—"
Before he finished speaking, Mojito suddenly raised his hand to press down on Baijiu's helmet, and with his other hand roughly tore off the connector of his oxygen tube!
He used his body to violently push away the liquor and rushed straight to the open hatch!
"Enough of the nonsense! See you in Paris!" Before he could finish his words, he took a running start and leaped into the vast and violent world outside the cabin! His figure was like a black kite out of control, instantly swallowed by the churning dark clouds!
Baijiu quickly adjusted his equipment—he'd remember this grudge! He secured his oxygen tube and sprinted towards the hatch, whispering, "Hurry, hurry, hurry..."
"call--!!!"
The liquor leaped into the air in the shape of a "big" character! He opened his arms and tried to control his breathing. The system's prompt sounded in his ears: "Altitude, 25,000 feet."
The moment the prompt ended, Baijiu suddenly changed his posture! With his arms pressed against his legs, his body stretched straight like a javelin, he accelerated vertically and dived towards the inky black sea of storm clouds below!
"Boom! Boom!" A dull and terrifying thunder came from below!
Silver snake-like lightning danced wildly in the gray-black cloud curtain, making the tiny white wine look like dust.
Soon, he spotted Mojito. Baijiu opened his arms again to slow down his descent: "Mojito!"
Mojito's voice came through the communicator, with a hint of contempt and ridicule: "What? Baijiu, are you still afraid of thunder——"
"Shua——!!!"
A blinding bolt of lightning, like a sword of divine punishment, struck Mojito's head with pinpoint accuracy!