Chapter 329 Is it a bird? Is it a plane? It's Superman!
Looking out through the plane window.
Jack Smith could only see endless clouds blocking all vision.
As the plane slowly climbed into the stratosphere, the clouds that originally blocked the view gradually became as soft as silk, as if they were white paint inadvertently sprinkled by a painter on a blue canvas.
The sun is located on one side of the sky, pouring golden brilliance onto this boundless sea of clouds, making every cloud rimmed with gold.
Occasionally, a few rays of light penetrated through the gaps in the clouds and shined straight down, like searchlights in the sky illuminating the distant surface below.
now.
After many transfers, the plane continued to take off through thick clouds.
It is noon on May 23rd.
After Jack Smith studied the details of the mission for a long time with his teammates yesterday, he hurriedly embarked on this mission that the client requested very urgently.
Under the arrangement of the captain.
They went through many transfers.
The reason why Jack Smith had to go through such a cumbersome transfer process was because the nature of this mission was extremely special and urgent.
As an experienced mercenary team, they often receive high-risk missions that require rapid response, and this mission is even more unusual.
The client requires them to arrive at the location in the shortest possible time while also keeping their whereabouts as concealed as possible.
To ensure his whereabouts were not traced, the captain decided to use a complex travel route with multiple transfers to confuse any would-be observers.
This is not only to protect the safety of the team members, but also for the successful execution of the mission.
Each transfer is in a different country and region, and sometimes it is even necessary to temporarily change the itinerary to deal with emergencies or avoid potential threats.
After all, they are still a relatively well-known mercenary team, and if they suddenly take action, they will definitely receive more or less attention.
therefore.
It is necessary to change your appearance during the transfer and use contacts in various places to divert your attention.
In order to ensure the concealment of whereabouts.
In the end, they used their connections to catch the last flight near Southeast Asia.
This is a special small plane, and its owner is a well-known force in the gray field that can help people avoid disasters. He has many connections and channels to help people escape.
The captain paid a lot of money to hire them to transport him and others into the country.
They could have concealed their identity and flew directly to Jiangnan Province to perform their mission.
But as we all know, this country's gun ban is very strict, and it is impossible to bring guys in through such formal channels.
Although there is probably no need to do anything in this country, I don’t dare to use it rashly.
But without a guy, it’s really hard to feel at ease.
The reason why I hired this professional to guide them.
It's because this plane is just the first step.
You can fly directly and quietly from some special areas to a small border country in China.
Then the highlight is sneaking into the country through special channels.
And prepare some simple guy things for them.
Although it is not luxurious, it is quite good to be able to do this in this country.
Thinking about the experiences along the way.
Jack Smith couldn't help but feel a little tired.
It’s hard not to feel tired after traveling and traveling together with a nervous state of mind.
Fortunately, he is quite experienced.
I can only say I feel a little tired at this moment.
But when I think about the money that I will get after completing the next task, this fatigue disappears all of a sudden.
People die for money, birds die for money.
If he didn't like money, he wouldn't have become a mercenary with his head pinned to his waistband. Wouldn't it be good if his wife and children were at home?
In this world, everyone has their own pursuits, and money is often the most direct and realistic part of these pursuits.
Just like birds running around in search of food, people do not hesitate to take risks for wealth.
He recalled his original intention of choosing this path, not because he liked fighting or taking risks, but because of the needs of life and the desire for a better life.
Every mission may be a life-and-death gamble, but in the face of high rewards, no one is willing to back down easily.
Thinking.
He recalled the rough plan he made with his teammates before setting off yesterday.
Before actually getting to the place.
Planning cannot be done in such detail.
At most, it is just a rough deduction and planning based on the information provided by the client, which may be greatly different from the actual situation.
So they just made some plans that would not be affected by subsequent actual situations.
Specific details.
We still have to wait for on-site inspection and planning.
They will not act rashly, but will definitely make some preparations carefully.
Think of this.
A ray of light shone through the plane window.
He looked over subconsciously.
I saw that the plane had broken through the clouds, and the sunlight was shining through without any hindrance.
What unfolded before my eyes was a magnificent scene.
The blue sky is as clear as water.
The sun shines directly down, illuminating the rolling sea of clouds below.
The clouds are like a sea of pure white cotton, shining with a soft luster under the golden sunlight, just like a fairyland.
The view returned as we left the heavy cloud cover.
Looking at this magnificent scene, Jack Smith squinted his eyes and wanted to take a look.
But in a daze.
His eyes seemed to catch a glimpse of a dark shadow.
Although the black shadow is not big, it can only be said to be a black spot.
However, it seems a bit abrupt when dotted with the dreamy scenery outside the aircraft window.
It's like a mouse droppings ruining a pot of soup.
This made Jack Smith couldn't help but raise his eyebrows, and subconsciously wanted to reach out and erase the black spots.
He wiped his fingers on the window.
There is no change in the black spots.
There was a moment of silence, and Jack Smith turned to picking at it with his nails.
But the black spots still haven't been removed.
It's like it's not a stain on the window, or at least not on the inside of the window.
At least when Jack Smith picked at it with his nails, it wasn't that he didn't remove the black spots and stains, but that he didn't notice the existence of stains on the window at all.
"Maybe it's the stain on the window?"
"It was relatively dark in the clouds just now, so you didn't notice it?"
Jack Smith murmured in his heart, and he was ready to ignore it.
But just when he thought so.
He always had good eyesight and suddenly discovered that the black spots and stains outside the plane window seemed to be... getting bigger?
He wanted to think that he was delusional.
But as he has always had excellent marksmanship with his excellent eyesight and dynamic reaction ability, he can basically be sure that he will not be wrong.
In silence.
The black spot stain expanded again.
This time it can be determined that it has become larger, and the magnitude of the change is not small.
And, there seems to be some movement.
Jack Smith, who realized that this was not a mistake, now understood that the black spot was definitely not a stain on the outside of the airplane window.
After all, whose stains get bigger and move around?
This thing gave Jack Smith the feeling like something far away outside the plane was approaching the plane he was on.
Think of this.
Jack Smith couldn't help but pause.
One thing to say, the plane is now in cruising mode.
Although his cultural class is not very good.
But if you fly frequently, you should also know some common sense.
Commercial airliners typically fly at an altitude of approximately 10,668 to 12,192 meters, which is the bottom of the stratosphere or the top of the troposphere in the atmosphere.
at this height. The environmental conditions are extreme, with very low temperatures, thin oxygen, and very low air pressure.
These conditions make it difficult for most living things to survive, so virtually no living thing can survive in the open atmosphere at this altitude.
There are some birds such as vultures and migrating birds.
Although has been recorded flying to very high altitudes.
But even then, they rarely reach the cruising altitude of commercial airliners.
In addition, there are occasional cases of insects and other tiny organisms being sucked into aircraft engines, but this generally occurs during takeoff and landing, when the aircraft is at a lower altitude.
At this moment, if you see a black spot while flying at high altitude, Jack Smith thinks it is more likely to be an optical illusion.
For example, the illusion caused by vitreous opacity?
But for him who has regular physical examinations, there should be no problem with his vision.
Jack Smith was also tempted to say it was just a stain or a mark on the window, but it wasn't a solid black spot.
This also rules out the possibility of small flaws left during the manufacturing process or small particles clinging to the outer surface of the window.
If the black spots seem to be moving and an eye problem has been ruled out.
So no matter how rare and impossible it is, it seems to have become the truth at this moment.
Jack Smith couldn't help but speculate.
The heartbeat also accelerated a bit.
He realized it might not be a simple stain or visual error.
If this is a moving object and it's getting bigger, it's either approaching the aircraft or it's getting bigger.
No matter what the situation is, it should not be a normal sign.
"Is it a bird?"
Jack muttered to himself, but then quickly shook his head.
At such altitudes, it would be impossible for even the strongest birds to fly for long periods of time, let alone keep up with the speed of their aircraft?
He quickly recalled what he had learned before and tried to find a reasonable explanation.
"No, it can't be a bird," he firmly rejected the idea. "Maybe it's a weather balloon or some other aircraft?"
He murmured, but he wasn't sure.
If it's another plane, that doesn't mean it's good news.
After all, what does it mean to keep coming closer?
Jack decided not to hesitate.
He was about to get up and look for the flight attendant, intending to report the situation.
Apart from their mercenary team, there are only flight attendants here, and these flight attendants are all part of the gray organization that helps people escape.
Jack believed that it was useless to worry here.
It's better to tell a professional.
Just as he was about to get up.
The black spots get larger faster and the shapes start to become more defined.
I don’t know if my blinking took too long at any moment.
Just a few moments.
The black spots become very close.
At this moment, it is no longer an invisible black spot.
Rather, it is an extremely clear human form.
Asian face, male.
The body proportions look extremely perfect.
Overall, he seems to be just an ordinary person.
But he didn't have any equipment on him. He just relied on his physical body to fly synchronously with the side of the plane. He didn't look ordinary at all.
It can even be said to be a bit scary.
now.
The scorching sun is above and the sea of clouds is below.
The huge and empty background sets off the mystery of this man.
The sunlight shining from one direction casts a shadow on the man, embellishing it even more divinely.
It's like...
A god full of divinity!
Jack Smith, who had excellent eyesight, even noticed that the strong wind brought by the extremely fast speed did not even mess up the man's hair.
Everything everything.
It all seemed like a dream, making Jack Smith feel confused.
"Gudu."
Jack Smith swallowed subconsciously.
The sound was louder than ever.
To be precise, it wasn't that the sound of swallowing became louder, but that all other sounds in his ears became quieter, so the sound of swallowing seemed unusually prominent.
This is because of intense tension and fear.
But none of this matters anymore.
Jack Smith didn't care if he suddenly lost his hearing, but just stared blankly at everything that appeared in front of him.
who I am? Where am I? What am I going to do?
The shocking scene made him fall into a deep confusion for a moment.
He thought it was a bird, he thought it was an airplane.
But I didn’t think he was Superman!
In his entire life, this was the first time he had seen such an extraordinary and divine scene.
He wanted to open his mouth and say something.
But he couldn't make any sound at all.
It wasn't that someone took away his ability to speak, but that he was so nervous that he couldn't make a sound.
Not long.
After he stood up and looked out the window in a daze and trembling, he finally attracted others' attention.
The newcomer Reynold Crowley sitting behind him frowned.
He didn't ask what happened to Jack Smith.
Instead, he curiously opened the closed curtain on his side, wanting to see what Jack Smith was looking at in a daze.
And this look.
He immediately stopped.
All attention was taken away from Jack Smith by the man full of divinity outside the plane.
He didn't wait for the third person to notice the difference between the two.
The man outside the plane took action.
Red and hot light appeared around the man's eyes.
Make it look suddenly very scary.
Jack Smith, who had been watching, immediately gasped for breath, as if he had fallen into the water and was drowning.
A strong sense of fear suddenly enveloped his heart.
Although I don’t know what the man outside is going to do.
But Jack Smith could feel a strong murderous intention flashing through him.
Without waiting for him to think about it.
The red light in the man's eyes became brighter, and then instantly occupied his entire field of vision.
Then, there was no consciousness.
There was only darkness left in the whole world.
…
And in the sky.
The red light in the corners of Chen Yun's eyes slowly dissipated.
He put his hands behind his back and watched the plane, which was burned by heat vision and cut into two halves sideways, fall downwards.
There is neither sadness nor joy in his eyes.
There was still a lot to do, and he had no time to lament here.
A flash of sunlight flashed.
Chen Yun's figure disappeared quietly in the sky.
Only a murmur of unknown meaning echoed faintly in the air:
"115..."
(End of chapter)