Upon hearing these words, the five people in the cabin froze at the same time and looked at each other silently.
Means of flight?
Not at all...
Baili's fat [Yao Guang] can turn into a flying sword, but it's okay for this thing to fly close to the ground. It's still a bit difficult to really fly down from high altitudes with his current level of mental strength, let alone a flying sword.
Carrying five people in one breath is definitely an overload, and the flying sword will probably collapse in mid-air.
"Qiye, why don't you read a poem to us like you did in the fasting center?" Baili Pangpang approached Lin Qiye and asked in a low voice.
Lin Qiye shook his head, "Riding on the wind is just gliding at most. Jumping from a wall tens of meters high is okay. Falling from such a high altitude, gliding alone is definitely not enough..."
Baili Pangpang suddenly looked embarrassed.
Lin Qiye took a deep breath, walked up to the officer, and said shamelessly: "Does your plane have a parachute?"
"..." The officer hesitated for a moment, "Yes, there are, but they are just for the driver and me in an emergency. There are only four in total."
Only four?
Lin Qiye glanced at the other people, and his brows suddenly wrinkled.
There are five of them here, how can four parachutes be enough?
……etc!
Lin Qiye suddenly thought of something. He raised his head and looked at Jia Lan sitting beside him, his eyes suddenly lit up.
Jialan saw this look, and for some reason, he felt an ominous premonition in his heart...
…
One minute later.
Over the city of Suzhou, a black transport plane roared across the sky. The hatch at the tail of the plane slowly opened, and five figures stood side by side at the hatch. The strong wind blew their clothes.
In the night sky, in the center of this bustling city with bright neon lights, the purple mist is like a giant bowl upside down on the earth, swallowing up the surrounding streets bit by bit, like a strange monster dormant in the darkness.
.
Lin Qiye looked down at his feet and frowned slightly.
From the plane, it was visually estimated that the coverage area of this purple fog had exceeded fifteen kilometers, and it was still increasing slowly... There was not much time left for them.
"[Bell Crand] Operation Clearance Begins."
Lin Qiye, carrying a parachute bag on his back and a black box in his hand, jumped off the cabin first and disappeared into the night sky.
An Qingyu and Cao Yuan followed closely behind.
With a grimace on his face, Baili Pangpang approached the cabin and glanced down cautiously, his lips trembling.
"Grandma, why are you so high? You can't jump like this...ahhhh!!!!!"
Before Baili Pangpang could finish speaking, he kicked him hard on the back with one foot. He flew out of the cabin like a ball, and then fell to the ground with a burst of piercing screams.
Jialan stood next to the cabin, looking resentfully at the four figures jumping out with parachutes on their backs, pursed her lips, and almost had the word "unhappy" written on her face.
"snort!"
She snorted angrily, and after struggling for a moment, she gritted her teeth and jumped directly from the edge of the cabin.
The difference from the previous four people is that she does not have a parachute...
The strong wind blew her blue Han robe flying, and her long black hair floated in the air like a waterfall. She carried a light yellow hardwood bow on her back and fell to the ground like a meteor.
The figures of the five people were getting closer and closer to the ground, and then four parachutes opened one after another. Their figures stagnated and began to drift downward.
But the blue figure didn't have any buffer, and even dived downwards at a faster speed, surpassing the four people carrying parachutes in an instant.
Jialan's figure passed by Lin Qiye, who was slightly stunned. In a daze, he seemed to see Jialan waving his fist towards him, with an expression of wanting to hit someone...
Lin Qiye shook his head.
Well, I must have read it wrong.
Whoosh——!!
boom--!!!
The blue figure penetrated the fog at an astonishing speed, and hit the roof of a five-story office building without any fancy. The figure did not stop there, but continued to smash through the floors of five floors in an instant.
, crashed into the ground.
The gravel splashed, and the billowing smoke slowly rose along the "big"-shaped hole, and floated from the roof...
Lin Qiye and the four of them swayed into the fog on parachutes. They used ropes to adjust their direction and approached the direction where Jialan fell to the ground.
When they landed on the street in front of the building, a figure had slowly crawled out of the pit, patted the dust on the blue robe, walked to the glass turnstile, stopped, and straightened out the glass.
Hair style and collar, then push out the door...
Lin Qiye untied the parachute rope, turned around and met Jialan's resentful gaze, and coughed twice in embarrassment.
"Are you OK?"
Jialan's white fist suddenly became hard.
"Time waits for no one. The more we stay in this fog for a second, the more serious the mental pollution we will suffer. Let's quickly discuss a strategy." Lin Qiye turned his head and spoke seriously.
Jialan glared at him fiercely, and after thinking carefully for a moment, he temporarily released his fist.
"Qingyu, tell me what you think." Lin Qiye secretly breathed a sigh of relief and turned to look at An Qingyu.
An Qingyu thought for a while and said, "When I just landed, I carefully analyzed all the details of this mission. Although the mission goal is very clear, the process is not simple.
First of all, [Bell Crande] is very small, not much bigger than a stone, and is very cunning. Finding it in this huge fog is tantamount to finding a needle in a haystack..."
When Lin Qiye heard this, he nodded repeatedly, "Yes, I have thought of this too. This fog has almost enveloped the entire business district around Gusu Center. Even I searched it all with my mental power."
It will take more than ten hours."
"What should we do?" Baili Pangpang couldn't help but ask, "After more than ten hours, even our spirits will be polluted."
"So, relying on us alone...is not enough." An Qingyu said slowly.
Cao Yuan frowned in confusion, "But besides us, who else is there?"
A shy smile appeared on An Qingyu's face.
At this moment, the surrounding manhole covers suddenly trembled violently, as if something was about to break out of them.
boom--!!
The heavy manhole cover was directly pushed away, and gray rats poured out from the sewer crazily, like a gray torrent that instantly covered the street. They surrounded the Anqing fish and lay on the ground respectfully.
Cao Yuan and the others frowned subconsciously, preparing to enter combat mode. Seeing this scene, everyone froze on the spot.
In the center of this rat tide, An Qingyu pushed up his glasses. The lenses reflected the light of the street lights and spoke slowly:
"This year, my 'fish species' splitting process has never stopped...the cities around Cangnan City have been completely infiltrated by me.