Jiang Chunshui was the only person left on the ground, and Zhou Ziwei had a little selfish reason for leaving Jiang Chunshui behind.
Each time, Zhou Ziwei would carry two people, one on each side, and he would usually pick two people of roughly the same weight and carry them up one on each side at a time.
For example, Spider-Woman and a bullet, or a pinball and a cannon, are easier to balance when the two people are of similar weight.
If two people are brought up at once, then obviously only one will be left in the end.
When there is only one person left, you can no longer carry it with one hand, as you will not be able to maintain your balance. So, carrying it on your back or hugging it is the most reasonable way.
Since he was going to be carrying her, he naturally had to find a woman who could arouse Zhou Ziwei's interest. If he had to carry that fat pig, Zhou Ziwei would rather just cut the guy in half and carry one half in each hand.
Of these women, Zhou Ziwei only had a slight affection for Jiang Chunshui... and the two had already spent a night together in a hotel, so naturally he would choose her this time.
Everything went smoothly. Zhou Ziwei carried all fifteen people onto the plane. In addition, the more than twenty Kun Chong were also put into the inner layer of his alloy suit and entered the plane as well.
The rumbling of the airplane gradually faded into the distance, and a dark figure hidden in a grove of trees slowly emerged. Looking up at the receding plane, a sudden tremor ran through the figure beneath its black robe, followed by a slow collapse. The cracking sounds of breaking joints echoed continuously. In the blink of an eye, the figure wrapped in the large black robe completely deflated, as if a black balloon had been accidentally punctured, causing all the air to leak out. In the blink of an eye, only an empty black robe remained on the ground, and beneath it, there was no more sound…
Sitting in the back of the plane, Zhou Ziwei looked at his comrades lying haphazardly on the ground, as well as the several researchers who were also unconscious, and couldn't help but feel a headache coming on.
He had just tried to wake one of the people again, but... the result was the same as before. The person seemed perfectly normal when he first woke up, but as soon as he found an opportunity to get close to Zhou Ziwei, he immediately acted as if he had an irreconcilable hatred for Zhou Ziwei, and used every means to try to take Zhou Ziwei down with him.
Zhou Ziwei had no other choice but to resort to mental attacks to make him fall into a deep sleep again.
These people weren't completely irrational; on the contrary, they displayed a degree of cunning and treachery. As long as they didn't have an opportunity to assassinate, they acted normally. However, once they got close to Zhou Ziwei, they immediately revealed their ferocious nature. This left Zhou Ziwei speechless. He didn't know if these people's brains had been brainwashed, or... or if he had really done something heinous that made them seem to hate him to the bone.
After hesitating for a moment, Zhou Ziwei called over one of the special agents accompanying him on the plane and asked him to lift the cannon barrel up. The agent was completely convinced of Zhou Ziwei's abilities. Although Zhou Ziwei looked like a child who hadn't even grown a beard yet, he immediately admired and revered him when he recalled the "peerless lightness skill" that Zhou Ziwei had displayed earlier. Moreover, he knew that Zhou Ziwei was the only Dragon Group elite who hadn't been injured in this special mission. Therefore, he naturally dared not neglect Zhou Ziwei's words and lifted the cannon barrel, which was as strong as an ox, according to Zhou Ziwei's instructions.
Upon seeing this, Zhou Ziwei immediately released a wisp of soul power, which drilled into the cannon's mind and emitted a slight tremor. Instantly... the cannon slowly woke up.
The cannon, who had just woken up, looked a little confused. When he looked up and saw Zhou Ziwei sitting opposite him in the distance, he smiled slightly and scratched his head, as if he wanted to ask something. Only then did he suddenly realize that there were other people next to him.
Cannon's expression remained simple and honest, seemingly unchanged. However, Zhou Ziwei, who had been observing him closely, keenly noticed a flash of blood-red light deep within Cannon's eyes. The light was fleeting, and then Cannon let out a low roar, turned around abruptly, and his two large, fan-like hands reached out to grab the innocent agent's neck.
The agent never expected that the person he had helped up would suddenly and inexplicably wake up at that moment, and to make matters worse, he suddenly reached out to strangle the agent.
In all honesty, he took a huge risk to bring them back to China... Even though their identities were exposed, they could either fly back home on this plane or escape being sent to the CIA's secret court.
But... you have to understand, they've been infiltrating the US for so many years, and to cover their identities here, they've even married and had children here...
He himself can escape back to China, but his wife and children are likely destined to be implicated. Although these old devils always advocate human rights and other such nonsense, when it comes to national security, who knows what kind of despicable things these guys will do.
Anyway, all those talk about human rights are just empty words for show, and if they really wanted to do something inhumane, they could have done it secretly.
That agent was truly aggrieved. He had risked his wife and children for you Dragon Group elites, and now that you've escaped danger, you want to strangle us, the logistics personnel who sacrificed ourselves for you...
Of course, Zhou Ziwei wouldn't actually let Paotong strangle that unfortunate guy. With a thought, he naturally made Paotong fall back into a deep sleep.
It seems these people are in quite a bit of trouble, and Zhou Ziwei can't think of a good way to bring them to their senses in the short term.
Now Zhou Ziwei is completely certain that these people are not acting this way because of him, but rather because they immediately become filled with chilling killing intent whenever they encounter a living person... anyone who is not one of their fifteen.
They must have been tampered with after being taken to the underground city, turning them into humanoid machines that only knew how to kill. Zhou Ziwei must first figure out how they were tampered with before he can determine whether he can save them. It seems that this matter can only be discussed in detail after returning to China.
However, the road back home is obviously still very long. First of all, getting out of the country of M is not an easy task.
The plane had just flown out of the primeval forest when the sky began to lighten. At that moment, the aircraft's communication devices immediately crackled with a series of call alerts. Then, when the pilot tried to connect to two communication channels, a voice came through ordering them to land immediately at the nearest military airfield. The voice was incredibly sharp and issued a serious warning: if they did not land as ordered, within fifteen minutes, several nearby missile bases would simultaneously launch surface-to-air missiles, turning their ordinary military transport plane into a pile of rubble.
After the pilots shut down the other party's communication channel, the cabin fell into a moment of silence. There was no doubt that they had been exposed.
There were four people who came to meet Zhou Ziwei and his team this time. Three of them had wives and children in the United States. When they were assigned to escort the national elite back to their homeland, they already knew that their careers as spies were about to end and their families in the United States were about to be completely broken. However... this was their mission. Their families in the United States were just tools to cover their identities. Even though they had given their own feelings to these families, they had no choice but to completely abandon their families here at the last moment because of the interests of the country.
Therefore, although this made them all feel very uncomfortable, since it was an ending that had already been predetermined, they had long been mentally prepared and could barely bear it.
But now... not only have they been exposed, but they can no longer complete their mission. Doesn't that mean all their sacrifices, and those of their families, have been meaningless?
Although these four agents all have the appearance of foreigners, they are actually Chinese, with at least half Chinese blood in their veins. They all grew up in China and were later given special training by the country before being sent to the United States through various channels.
These people were unwavering in their loyalty to their country. Even in this desperate situation, their hearts remained with their homeland, and not one of them wavered. They knew that if they cooperated with the orders of the US military, surrendered immediately, and handed over the people on the plane, they could atone for their sins. Even if they could never regain the trust of the US military, at least they could save their own lives and those of their families.
However... the patriotic beliefs instilled in them from childhood made them completely unwilling to hesitate. At that moment, all four of them solemnly saluted in the direction of their motherland...
Volume 3, King of the City, Chapter 550: Alarm
Four Chinese agents with foreign features left the plane in autopilot mode for the time being, walked to the rear cabin, solemnly saluted in the direction of China, and then turned to Zhou Ziwei, saying, "Comrade, you take them and parachute into the city center ahead! This might be your only chance to escape. The US military won't fire missiles randomly over the city. However… once you're in the city, you'll definitely face a relentless pursuit by the US police, military, and even the FBI. As for whether you can escape in the end, that depends on your luck… It seems that apart from you, these people are probably all…"
One of the officers, a blond lieutenant colonel, glanced back at the four researchers from the underground research base, his eyes sweeping over the boxes they were carrying. He said, "It seems these people can't be taken away now. I think you'd better take their important belongings, and then these four can stay here and die with us! Come to think of it... they've sacrificed themselves for their country!"
Zhou Ziwei hadn't heard the term "comrade" in a long time. When he first heard four blond, blue-eyed foreigners call him "comrade," he found it somewhat amusing. However, when he saw the four agents looking ready to die, he couldn't help but feel a sense of admiration. He then turned to look at the group of people around him who were still unconscious and shook his head helplessly.
Since they had been comrades-in-arms before and were still on a mission together, Zhou Ziwei simply couldn't bring himself to abandon them and escape alone.
But... if we really do as these agents say and parachute to safety in the city center... once we leave the plane and land in the city, how can we possibly take care of so many people all by ourselves?
Even if the people at those four biological research bases were to abandon their posts, the eleven members of the Dragon Group alone would be enough to give Zhou Ziwei a run for his money.
To successfully take these eleven people away, it's absolutely impossible without using superpowers. And since using superpowers is necessary, then... why bother parachuting to escape? Since it's going to be a sensation anyway, let's make it a complete sensation!
Zhou Ziwei is no longer the same as before. Even though he knows that there are many other people in the world who possess superpowers and can use soul power, and that these people may be even stronger than Zhou Ziwei in some aspects.
After all, Zhou Ziwei's soul power was exhausted after use, and he had to absorb the souls of other dead beings to replenish it.
Those martial artists skilled in cultivating spiritual energy can replenish their spiritual energy on their own after it is depleted. At least in this respect, Zhou Ziwei is far inferior to them.
However, Zhou Ziwei now possesses the blood-red butterfly stained with the black-robed monster's blood. This thing is a treasure specifically designed to dispel spiritual energy, and against ordinary people, the blood-red butterfly is basically ineffective.
However, against a martial artist who has mastered spiritual energy, it is absolutely a nightmare-like weapon.
If Zhou Ziwei were to encounter that strange man in burlap again now, he wouldn't need to play tricks on him anymore. He could simply unleash the Blood Butterfly and he'd be able to take care of that old monster in no time.
So... Zhou Ziwei is fearless now, and as long as he is fearless, why should he keep a low profile? Of course... if there is no need, Zhou Ziwei would not deliberately show off if he could continue to keep a low profile, but the current situation simply does not allow Zhou Ziwei to keep a low profile, so... let me show off for once today!
"How far is it from here to the nearest border?" Zhou Ziwei stood up and asked calmly.
The lieutenant colonel assumed Zhou Ziwei was considering whether he could escape US territory after parachuting, so after a quick calculation, he said, "We'll be over Floyd, a medium-sized city in western US, in five minutes. From there, it's about 860 kilometers to the nearest border. That distance isn't far, but it's not short either. Traveling by car, considering the winding roads, it would probably take at least a dozen hours. And… once the US government issues a warrant for your arrest, they'll likely close that highway immediately. If you want to take a detour, then…"
"Stop..." Zhou Ziwei waved his hand quickly as he heard him rambling on and on, saying, "What I mean is... at this plane's speed, how long would it take to fly directly to the nearest border?"
"This plane?" The lieutenant colonel looked at Zhou Ziwei with some puzzlement. If he hadn't personally witnessed the unparalleled "Ladder Cloud Leap" lightness skill of Zhou Ziwei and hadn't truly admired him, he probably would have already lashed out at Zhou Ziwei by now.
"If we start from here, without considering the flight path, the straight-line distance to the border is about 950 kilometers. At this plane's speed, it would take about an hour and ten minutes to reach it... But didn't you hear me? We only have fifteen minutes left. If we haven't landed at the designated military airfield by then... hehe... we'll be meeting our maker. This place is close to the western border, so the military preparedness here will be quite formidable. In that case... we should be able to enjoy a grand aerial fireworks display, hahahaha..."
The lieutenant colonel's laughter carried a hint of desolation, yet also a touch of heroism, as if he had truly become fearless of death and was willing to face it. However, Zhou Ziwei could see that there was still a longing for life and a reluctance to part with it in his eyes.
Zhou Ziwei smiled calmly and said, "Very good... So it only takes a little over an hour to fly out of the United States. What are we waiting for? You guys immediately determine the course. Don't worry about any flight paths or going to Floyd City. Now, fly directly to the nearest border waters at the fastest speed and along the most direct route. Within the next hour or so, I will definitely protect this plane from missile attacks. You guys just need to fly the plane well."
"What...you...you can protect this plane from missile attacks? This...how is this possible?" The four agents thought they had misheard. Only when they saw that everyone else had the same incredulous expression did they realize that they hadn't misheard and that the child in front of them was indeed spouting nonsense.
God is my witness, they certainly thought highly of this child, and didn't even dare to treat him like a child anymore. But... even if he was incredibly strong and had amazing agility, he couldn't possibly stand up to the M army's missiles all by himself, could he? Those were missiles, not bullets... Uh... even someone who could stop a bullet would be an absolute superhuman, and if someone could stop a missile, what kind of person would that be? A superhuman? Could this child be thinking he can conquer the whole world just because he has some skills?
Besides, the US has a very rich missile stockpile, especially since this is a key area for western border defense. There are more than a dozen missile launch sites nearby. Even if this kid is capable of blocking one or two missiles, the US can then launch a hundred or a thousand missiles at this aircraft, and all of them are missiles with automatic tracking systems.
Hundreds or even thousands of missiles raining down at once... even Superman would be blown to bits. What ability could a child possibly have to withstand that?
The lieutenant colonel, "Comrade," gave Zhou Ziwei a formal salute once again and said, "I know you don't want to abandon your comrades, and I know that even if these people can parachute to land, they have no chance of survival. But... I think at this time you must first ensure your own survival and complete the mission assigned to you by the country."
I don't know the specifics of your mission this time, but I do know that the mission standard is an unprecedented SSS level. This level of mission hasn't appeared for many years, and this mission must be extremely important to the country.
So… you must complete this mission, no matter the sacrifice, it's worth it, even if it means sacrificing us… and all your comrades. I think your comrades, if they had a choice, would definitely support you in doing this. So… please prepare to parachute! In three minutes, the plane will be over Floyd.
After finishing his sentence, the lieutenant colonel resolutely turned and headed straight for the driver's seat, refusing to listen to Zhou Ziwei's explanation any further.
Zhou Ziwei was speechless for a moment upon hearing this. Just as he was about to curse him for being such a blockhead, he heard the alarm beeping again from the driver's cab. It turned out to be another emergency call request from the communicator.
The lieutenant colonel paused slightly, then turned on his communicator and heard another stern warning. He was warned to immediately turn the plane around and not fly towards Floyd City, otherwise... a nearby missile launcher had already locked onto the plane's position, and if they advanced another ten kilometers towards Floyd City, they would be immediately attacked by missiles.
Moreover, if even one person on the plane ejects mid-flight, they will also be immediately attacked by missiles.
After turning off the communicator, the lieutenant colonel slumped helplessly into the driver's seat, and the other three agents also turned deathly pale.
In fact, when they received this mission, they were already prepared to sacrifice themselves at any time.
As special agents, they naturally understood that all SSS-level missions throughout history were incredibly difficult, and many agents had lost their lives in the process. Even so, only a handful of agents could perfectly complete an SSS-level mission.
They were not afraid of sacrifice. As long as they could complete this mission, they could die with a smile on their faces. But now... they were almost completely desperate. Yes... completely desperate. They originally thought that Zhou Ziwei was very skilled. If they could get him to parachute down over the city, even if he was shot down by the M army or police below, they would have a chance to escape if he could successfully infiltrate the city.
As long as Zhou Ziwei successfully escapes back to China with the mission items, then... even if all the rest of them die, this SSS-level mission will be considered complete. All the personnel who participated in this mission will be posthumously recognized as martyrs, and they may even receive individual first-class merit awards and collective special-class merit awards.
Although these rewards are meaningless to a dead person, they grew up in China and received the country's nurturing and care. The education they received every day instilled in them a deep sense of identification with and love for their motherland. In terms of patriotism, these mixed-race individuals are countless times stronger than Zhou Ziwei, a pure-blooded person.
That's why they value posthumous honor so much. If it were Zhou Ziwei, he would definitely scoff at it.
My brother's already dead... what's the point of having first-class merit or special-class worker awards? Can't they be exchanged for ghost money in the underworld?
Zhou Ziwei slowly walked into the cockpit, and said with a cold smile, "Well? Now no one should object to my opinion, right? Immediately change course and head straight for the nearest border. As for the rest—leave it to me!"
"Alright...head to the border waters!" The lieutenant colonel suddenly straightened up, gritting his teeth as he said, "Either way, we're going to die, so...what's wrong with risking our lives and trying to get there? As for how far we can go...let God decide!"
Zhou Ziwei chuckled and said, "God can't decide, but I can... Let's go full speed ahead! Let me see how many missiles they have. Hmph... Even a nuclear bomb couldn't kill me, I don't believe those American devils' missiles can be that powerful!"
"Pfft—" Several great, fearless mixed-race agents almost burst out laughing upon hearing this.
Nuclear bombs... Apart from the unfortunate Japanese during World War II being hit twice by the atomic bombs developed by the US, where else in the world has there been a real nuclear weapon attack case in all these years? At most, it's just that some country secretly conducts nuclear weapon tests.
This kid's father probably wasn't even born during World War II, so how could he possibly have been hit by a nuclear weapon? This kid... he's really good at bragging!
Zhou Ziwei knew they wouldn't believe him; he'd just said it offhand... It was better that they didn't believe him, Zhou Ziwei couldn't be bothered to explain... But wait... they'd find out if he was just exaggerating.
Under the personal control of the lieutenant colonel, the plane immediately turned, completely deviating from the original military flight path, and began to fly straight towards the coastline with precisely calculated latitude and longitude.
"Warning, warning... This aircraft has deviated from its course by five kilometers... Warning, warning... This aircraft has deviated from its course by eight kilometers... Warning, warning..."
The aircraft's automatic navigation system began to blare incessantly, as if it were going crazy. The lieutenant colonel glanced up at the overhead speaker and a constantly flashing warning light, then ignored it, carefully controlling the control stick to keep the aircraft flying smoothly.
Airplanes must follow strict flight paths when flying in the air. Although there are no roads in the sky, each airplane must fly within its own flight path according to latitude and longitude. If it deviates from the path, it risks colliding with other airplanes.
Therefore, modern advanced automatic navigation systems have the function of indicating the course direction at any time, and will immediately issue an alarm to remind the pilot if there is any deviation.
Zhou Ziwei, too lazy to listen to the alarm, immediately raised his hand and extended a finger to strike it from a distance. Instantly, a wisp of wind energy formed a wind blade, which struck the alarm with a "crack," smashing the flashing red light and the blaring horn to pieces.
"No way! Could it be the broken One-Finger Divine Skill from Dali?!" A special agent, who was clearly a former fan of Jin Yong's novels, screamed in surprise.
Zhou Ziwei was stunned for a moment upon hearing this, then couldn't help but smile wryly. This guy... really has a knack for making connections... One-Finger Divine Skill... it seems like mine is much more powerful than One-Finger Divine Skill! This is the Wind Blade Technique from Western fantasy magic... but its power seems a bit weak... Just now, I instantly consumed so much attribute-less energy, but only achieved such a small result. This... is really a bit of a loss... Hmm... I still need to study it further when I have time.
Wind Blade, Water Arrow, Fireball... It seems that only Fireball still has some power right now, but the attack range of Fireball is too small, not as wide-ranging as Water Arrow and Wind Blade. Water Arrow can also exert some power in water, but as for Wind Blade... there is still no clue.
The lieutenant colonel and the other three agents were all moved when they saw Zhou Ziwei casually stretch out his hand and cause such great damage from a distance, but then they all sighed in sorrow.
Such a genius suffered such a calamity in his childhood. It is such a pity that he had such abilities at such a young age. If he had been allowed to grow up for a few more years, wouldn't he have been able to create a legend?
The people in the cockpit fell silent for a moment, with only the rumbling sound of the plane flying at full speed remaining.
Suddenly… another piercing alarm blared wildly in the cockpit, followed by another electronic voice: “Warning, warning… Three unidentified flying objects are approaching this aircraft and are expected to collide with it in ten seconds… Eight seconds, seven seconds, six seconds…”
Holy crap, didn't we just smash the alarm? How come there's another one here?