The Shadow Work Group
Bai Cha: Give me Gu Mingze's disappearance time and the last surveillance footage.
Soon, the detailed information and surveillance footage of Gu Mingze's last disappearance were uploaded to Green Bubble.
The situation was very clear, and Gu Mingze didn't seem to be avoiding surveillance. It was easy to see his every move.
Whether it was her dissuasive words that worked, Gu Mingze sat on the back yard stairs for a long time before getting up. However, instead of returning to his room to pack, he went back to Bai Cha's office, clutching the mermaid pearl Bai Cha had given him, hesitating as if conflicted about something.
Then, as if having made up his mind, Gu Mingze bowed to Bai Cha's desk, returned to his room, but did not pack his belongings.
From the tilted camera, a corner of his room with the door open could be seen. Gu Mingze neatly packed his and Cang Liu's belongings, thoroughly cleaned the room, took nothing with him, and even placed his phone on the desk before leaving.
Bai Cha stroked her chin. It seemed that Gu Mingze had not run away in despair due to excessive sadness. Although Gu Mingze seemed a bit fragile, he was actually quite strong-willed and not the type to wallow in misery; otherwise, he would have been crushed by his original family long ago.
Furthermore, Gu Mingze's actions didn't seem like he intended to leave the Shadow organization. Taking nothing with him was hard to explain, especially since he had no money now.
Moreover, what was with that determined look in his eyes? What was he going to do that he couldn't even say goodbye? And he took the mermaid pearl with him.
The mermaid pearl was not only priceless but also a treasure, a divine artifact for esper users, amplifying their energy tenfold, even more useful than the blue diamond Lucifer had given her.
An innocent man is guilty when he possesses a treasure. If Gu Mingze had revealed even a trace of the mermaid pearl, he would have been targeted. With Gu Mingze's combat strength, it was impossible for him to protect the treasure. However, Gu Mingze was not an impulsive person; he couldn't have failed to consider this...
So what exactly was he going to do?
Bai Cha tapped the screen with her fingertips, her nails clicking against the screen with a "dada da" sound, soon drowned out by the whistling wind. Bai Cha held her face, looking bored at the sea of clouds beneath the plane.
The plane had taken off some time ago, and the group inside was flying in ordinary seats for the first time, not in first-class or a luxurious private jet. They felt uncomfortable all over, restless in every way.
However, they lacked experience and had hastily chartered a passenger plane, only equipping it with two flight attendants. Getting a drink took a long time.
And it wasn't good.
Watching the two young women busy themselves, the group of distinguished gentlemen felt too embarrassed to lose their temper and urge them, so they suppressed their impatience. Each of them felt as if they were about to be hollowed out.
On the exquisite silver cart were delicate tea snacks. One of the flight attendants, with downcast eyes and a smiling face, pushed the cart and knocked on the door.
The pilot and co-pilot of the plane were chatting leisurely. Modern planes were equipped with autopilot, and the two pilots were only there as a precaution. There was no more idle profession than theirs. At that moment, both of them were somewhat confused by the knock.
"Hello, I received notification to serve you some tea and snacks. Thank you for your hard work on the journey." The flight attendant's smile was proper, but her downcast eyes made her look somewhat angry, which stunned the pilots.
On the airplane's frame, Bai Cha closed the tablet, threw it into her storage bracelet, and stood up to stretch.
"Losing patience already?"
On the plane.
The two pilots were still bewildered. Setting aside the flight attendant who, with her forced smile, looked increasingly displeased with them, there was a rule about not eating or drinking while flying.
Although fully automated aircraft piloting existed, it was better to be safe than sorry. Who knew when an accident might happen? Even a one-in-a-million chance had to guarantee passenger safety. Thus, new regulations still stated that pilots should not eat or drink while flying to prevent them from getting too comfortable and losing focus.
Moreover, everyone's physique was different, and to prevent food poisoning, there was an hour's interval between meals to ensure the food was not toxic. What was the meaning of pushing all of this to them?
A large cart was laden with cookies, chocolates, colas, beans, and seeds, with an assortment of drinks from cola and Fanta to milk.
When pilots dined during flight, they could not consume the same or difficult-to-digest foods. These pastries didn't look appealing, and they shouldn't be drinking these sodas.
What was more problematic was the milk. The captain and co-pilot exchanged glances, looking at each other in bewilderment. They didn't recall incorrectly, but the co-pilot was lactose intolerant and definitely couldn't touch dairy products.
Even if they made an exception to eat together, and made an exception to eat these biscuits and sodas, what if biscuit crumbs or liquid spilled onto the instruments? The autopilot system was very expensive, and they couldn't afford to compensate for it even if their internal organs were removed.
"What's wrong, gentlemen? Are you not to your liking?" The flight attendant still stood behind them with a smile, not leaving.
"We'll eat later. You go back and take care of those people; they are more important," the captain said tentatively after a moment of hesitation.
Setting aside the fact that they couldn't eat these things, they had to adhere strictly to regulations even if it was a reward from their superiors. It was their responsibility to uphold the rules of their profession.
"It's alright. This is a token of appreciation from those people for you. It's not easy for you two to eat something; thank you for your hard work," the flight attendant continued along with his words. "If you two eat something, I can take the cart back. There weren't enough carts prepared on this flight, I apologize."
The captain and co-pilot exchanged sidelong glances, cold sweat breaking out on their backs.
The captain didn't expect his momentary, almost foolish, probe to actually uncover a problem.
Would he be tired of living to call the superiors on this flight, their superiors, and their superiors' superiors "those people"? If these words got out, his superiors would surely reprimand him. These words were spoken by both the flight attendant and them, who had been trained. How could she go along with him? Shouldn't she have said "superiors"?
At the very least, she should have hesitated or looked at him with suspicion.
The co-pilot also broke out in a cold sweat. At first, he found it a bit strange that the flight attendant suddenly asked them to eat. Were there discrepancies in the quality of trained personnel? The captain's sudden mention of "those people" startled him, and he was thinking of asking the captain if he was in a bad mood. But then the flight attendant delivered a thunderbolt.
Good heavens, they weren't one of them!
However, fortunately, both of them were experienced pilots who had weathered many storms. Although the sudden incident made them nervous, they reacted instantly.
The captain pretended to be unfazed, leaned down to examine the instruments, and quietly reached for the alarm with his left hand. The co-pilot next to him suddenly stood up.
The captain was startled. He turned around and saw the flight attendant pounce on the co-pilot in a strange posture. Just as he was about to grab the captain's hand, he was repelled by a force.
The co-pilot fell back into his seat, wiping his sweat. Fortunately, fortunately, they had emergency shields, and when he stood up, he had managed to steady the tea snacks. Fortunately, he was agile; otherwise, the drinks and snacks spilling would have had serious consequences.
Before the co-pilot could relax, the plane suddenly shook, and his wrist was grabbed tightly by the captain, who looked terrified, his face pale, his strength so great that his whole body trembled.
What was happening?
The co-pilot suddenly had a bad feeling. He stiffly raised his head to look at the windshield, and then he saw the scene that would give him the greatest psychological trauma in his life.
The plane was already moving at a high speed, but at this moment, the plane seemed to be stationary. Severed limbs and debris were flying out and falling from above.
That's right, severed limbs and debris.
There were torsos cut in half, scattered limbs, hands, feet, or half of a head. The cut surfaces were smooth and neat, without even time for blood to splatter. In one of the half-heads, only the left eye was looking at the co-pilot, while the remaining half of the brain was still chasing its own skull.
Both of them were stiff, forcibly holding back the urge to vomit. Just as the severed limbs and debris were about to hit the plane's windshield, black flames erupted from these remnants, burning the shattered flesh to ashes.
With a "whoosh," they were gone, not even a trace left behind, not as cleanly removed as a windshield wiper could clear them, as if everything they had just seen was an illusion.
At this moment, the red alarm blared piercingly throughout the cabin because the captain had pressed the alarm. A shield rose from each seat, securing everyone to their seats, ready to eject them and initiate an emergency landing at the slightest sign of trouble.
These shields were excellent in both automatic landing and protection capabilities, even capable of carrying passengers for a certain distance. It was also because of this protection that no flight accidents had occurred in nearly a thousand years.
Gong Yuechen and the others were terrified, not understanding what had happened. Everyone on this flight was not to be trifled with. If they all had an accident simultaneously, what then?
Under normal circumstances, they would never travel on the same plane at the same time. They would have separated them in some way so that even if one plane crashed, the people on the other planes would still be alive.
But this time, they were a bit reckless, and Bai Cha had rushed them onto the plane so quickly that they hadn't had time to think carefully before being pushed onto the plane.
This was a huge mess. They had been careless only once in their lives, and unexpectedly, an accident had occurred.
To everyone's surprise, the red alarm only flashed for less than ten seconds before returning to normal. This could only mean that the alarm had been turned off.
Had the crisis been resolved? If the alarm could be pressed, it couldn't have been a simple crisis. How could it have been turned off in just ten seconds? It couldn't have been accidentally touched.
Although the alarm was off, the protective shields did not retract, and the seats still firmly held everyone in their backs, unable to move.
Generally speaking, pressing the alarm once turned it on, pressing it twice turned it off. Only after pressing it twice and then holding it down could the passengers' protection and restraint be released. However, now, the captain had only canceled the alarm, which greatly puzzled everyone on the plane.
Do not move, and I advise you to close your eyes.
A clear voice, slightly hoarse, sounded pleasant and reassuring even through the broadcast.
Everyone looked at each other, not knowing what had happened, but collectively breathed a sigh of relief while also feeling confused. They remembered that Bai Cha had not boarded the plane after rushing them onto it, so why was Bai Cha now on the plane?
Gong Yuechen, restrained by the protective shield, was on the verge of tears. He decided that from now on, he would firmly hold onto his cousin's leg without wavering.
There was no one in this world more reassuring than his sister!
Could he be given a chance to sever their blood relationship and pursue Bai Cha to try and live off her?
In the cockpit, the captain and co-pilot stared dumbfounded at the girl in the ink-colored long trench coat holding a samurai sword, their hearts pounding violently.