Chapitre 147

James then successfully led Dean to the bathroom using his memory, after which the backup power came on and the bathroom light turned on.

James led Dean into the last stall in the women's restroom, pressed a button on the wall, and a display screen appeared.

Facial recognition successful!

The next second, the entire wall flipped up, and James immediately led Dean into the secret passage. Then James pressed a button next to him, and the wall returned to its original state.

Dean: "Father, I didn't expect there to be a secret passage. This is great! If we escape, we must find Slot and take revenge."

James: "Dean, no pay. Remember, there's a car at the exit of the secret passage. Get in and head immediately to 101 XX Street, XX, New York."

There's a card and a passport under the floorboards under the bathroom sink. Take the card and passport to country Z. Don't worry, country Z is very safe; Slot's hand can't get in.

Chapter 208 Dean (Please subscribe, vote for monthly tickets, and recommend this chapter)

After saying that, James lost his balance and fell against the wall. Dean was about to object, but immediately caught his father.

Dean asked anxiously, "Father, what's wrong?"

James: "Kid, hurry up, listen to me, I can't go on, I can't escape. Cough cough!" He coughed up a mouthful of blood.

"No, Father, I'll carry you out. We'll go to the hospital. You'll be alright." Dean saw a bright red patch on his father's waist in the dim light.

"Hurry up, they're catching up soon! Do you want us both to die here?"

Dean ignored James, reached under James' armpit, and prepared to pick up his father.

However, Dean lacked exercise, and his father, being middle-aged and somewhat overweight, weighing nearly 100 kilograms, was unlikely to be able to lift him.

"There's blood here, quick, they must be in the bathroom." James and his companion vaguely heard a commotion outside the bathroom.

James was pleased to see Dean trying so hard to pick him up, but he hardened his heart and slapped him across the face.

"Come on, they're here. Do you really want to die here with me?"

Dean cried, "Father, let's go together, let's go together."

Although James was very moved, he hardened his heart, groped around on the wall behind him, and then pressed down on one of the spots.

"Self-destruct activated, will self-destruct in one minute." The voice wasn't loud, but both of them heard it.

James: "If you live, you can still get revenge. If you die, you're dead. The explosion wasn't very powerful; it might just collapse the entrance to the secret passage. You should leave now."

Dean desperately tried to lift his father, but he couldn't. He was filled with hatred, intense hatred, for his own weakness.

With thirty seconds left, Dean left. He wanted revenge; he wanted to live.

"Sir, the bloodstains disappear here; there must be a secret passage here."

Slot: "Find them for me. If you can't, blow up the walls so they can't escape."

Slot then walked out of the restroom. He needed to get his hands on the data for the LW1 type of potion. Although he didn't have the finished product yet, once he had the data, the finished product would be a matter of minutes.

"Boom!" The toilet exploded, killing the six Nationalist soldiers inside. The entrance to the secret passage also collapsed, burying James's body underneath.

Slot, who had narrowly escaped death, said angrily, "Damn it, damn it! I didn't expect that the secret passage would be blown up. Send people to search the surrounding area and send some more people to dig it out."

Dean followed the secret passage, which twisted and turned. As the sound of an explosion rang out, Dean cried bitterly.

"Father, don't worry, I will definitely go to China and take revenge," Dean Nannan said.

Ten minutes later, Dean arrived at a slide-like passage with a railway track above it, and a small car that could hold two people on the track.

Without saying a word, Dean jumped on and released the chain, and the car quickly slid down.

Like a roller coaster, thankfully there were seats and seatbelts, otherwise Dean would have really been thrown out.

Ten minutes later, they arrived at their destination. Dean got out of the car, climbed up the stairs, opened a wooden door, and went up.

What came into view was a small, ten-square-meter secret room, filled with weapons and food, and also containing a ladder.

Dean grabbed a few handguns and some magazines, then picked up a backpack full of food and a first-aid kit and climbed down the stairs.

This is a small hut, and besides a pickup truck with a full tank of gas, there's nothing else inside.

Dean immediately started the pickup truck and drove away. As soon as he stepped outside, Dean knew where he was.

He had been here before; this place was right at the foot of the mountain where his villa area was located. Just drive along this road for less than a minute to get onto the main road.

Dean immediately drove his pickup truck onto the highway; he was going to get his passport and money and then head to China.

After driving for less than ten minutes, there was a checkpoint ahead. Fortunately, the roadside was solid ground, and Dean simply drove over the checkpoint set up by the soldiers and sped away.

"Report, report, a suspected suspect has been spotted. A pickup truck with license plate number xxxxx was seen driving on xx Highway in the xx direction."

"Report, report, a suspected suspect has been spotted. A pickup truck with license plate number xxxxx was seen driving on xx Highway in the xx direction."

The following afternoon, Dean was shot in the waist, but fortunately he had a medical kit. He has now obtained his passport and black card and is on a plane bound for China.

The plane took off and was now flying steadily at an altitude of 10,000 meters. Dean went to the restroom and changed his bandages.

After cleaning up the bandages and bloodstains, Dean carefully took out the LW1 enhancement potion. The potion was a pale yellow color, shimmering with starlight, and was quite beautiful.

Dean stared at it for a while, then gritted his teeth and plunged the needle into his own arm.

"Bang bang bang! Sir, sir. Bang bang bang!"

"Sir, are you alright?" A tall flight attendant knocked hard on the restroom door.

Dean was woken up by the noise. Still half asleep, he opened the bathroom door, rubbed his eyes, and looked at the flight attendant.

Flight attendant: "Sir, that's great! I thought something had happened to you. You've been inside for over an hour."

Dean snapped back to reality and hurriedly said, "Sorry, sorry, I stayed up all night working on a plan and fell asleep in the bathroom."

Dean looked apologetic and returned to his seat, where he was now visibly excited.

He felt a surge of power; if he returned to the secret passage, he could easily lift his father with one hand: "Father, hey! Slote, just you wait!"

Dean was very satisfied to see that his belly had turned into a six-pack and that his gunshot wound had healed, leaving only a scar.

"Sir, we spotted Dean at New York International Airport through surveillance, but unfortunately he boarded flight xx12306 bound for country x two hours ago."

Slott's furious voice came through the phone: "Damn it, you guys are a bunch of useless trash, how could you let him get away with so many people around?"

"Click!" The phone was disconnected.

Slot is furious. Dean has run away, and if he leaks the secret, he'll be in trouble, especially since this operation was his personal mission.

Slot: "Dean must die, he must die."

Then, Slote took out a satellite phone and dialed a number.

"I want flight xx12306 bound for China to be unable to land safely at an airport in China."

One minute later, the other end said: "A deposit of ten million US dollars will sink into the sea in one hour. The balance is forty million US dollars."

Chapter 209 A Ray of Lightning (Please subscribe, vote for monthly tickets, and recommend!)

Another minute later, the other end said, "Deposit received, please prepare the balance." The call ended.

Slot: "Tsk tsk tsk, Dean, I really wouldn't have spent fifty million dollars to send you on your way if it weren't for the potion."

A day later, Lin Qing is now sitting in a McDonald's restaurant in New York, although Lin Qing's clothes and appearance are rather peculiar.

However, in this world that is already 2018, they can all accept it and just think he is an s young man.

After finishing his tenth hamburger, Lin Qing smacked his lips and didn't want to eat anymore. It was too greasy. Sanji's grilled meat was still the best. Unfortunately, there weren't many left, so he had to eat them sparingly.

Lin Qing originally wanted to find Dean, but unexpectedly, there were wanted posters for Dean everywhere, and she also learned that Dean's father had died.

"Biohazard virus? I don't believe that Dean, this rich kid, would go back and research biohazard viruses. He's not from Umbrella Corporation, why would he research this for no reason?"

Lin Qing looked at the news broadcast on TV thoughtfully: "I didn't expect that he would be flying to China. Tsk tsk tsk."

Lin Qing walked out of the restaurant, came to a deserted alley, and then concealed himself, flying towards China.

During the flight, Lin Qing produced a water mirror, removed the mask, and looked at his face. The wrinkles had been greatly reduced, and Lin Qing's outline could be seen.

It should be able to eliminate these wrinkles after one more evolution, and then it will be a handsome young man. It's just that it can't seem to retract these dragon horns no matter what it does.

However, Lin Qing was also very pleased. It was just dragon horns; as long as the face looked good, that was enough.

On a stretch of sea, amidst raging winds, torrential rain, thunder, and lightning, members of an organization were lying in ambush in a submarine.

Brother A: "Team leader, flight xx12306 will be passing overhead in ten minutes."

Team leader: "Very good, now begin gathering energy. Make sure to destroy all equipment on the flight."

Brother A: "Yes."

Organization X is a mysterious organization that discovered and developed some knowledge from an octopus robot they had captured.

This time they received a contract worth fifty million US dollars, and the team leader excitedly drove the submarine to this location to lay in ambush.

They have always kept a low profile, and each incident appears to outsiders as an accident; this time was no exception.

Within the thunderstorm area, lightning caused the aircraft's equipment to malfunction, leading to the crash. It was an accident, and they completed their mission; no one would have noticed.

Ten minutes later, the plane had reached their airspace.

Team leader: "Fire the lightning cannon. Be careful, it has to hit the target. Each shell is worth two million US dollars."

A dazzling bolt of lightning shot out from the bottom of the water, completely ignoring the onslaught of the torrential rain, soaring straight up to 90,000 miles and hitting the plane directly.

First Officer: "Captain Liu, we have been struck by lightning, and all our equipment has failed."

Captain Liu: "Manual operation? Check it, or we'll all die."

However, it was no use, and the plane had already lost power and was now gliding, and would crash soon.

All of the more than one hundred people on the plane were going to lose their lives, and at that moment, the people on the plane also realized that something was wrong with the plane.

The pilot started asking questions loudly, and a flight attendant ran over to calm him down. The chief flight attendant then went to the cockpit to question the captain.

The captain tried to connect to the communication network at Huaxia Airport, but it was also disrupted. The captain looked dejected and very sad.

When the flight attendant received the message from the captain, she was completely stunned. However, after a while, she mustered her strength and picked up the phone to prepare to inform the entire crew.

I don't know how it happened, but this communication device is still working.

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