Hearing these words, the five people in the cabin froze at the same time and looked at each other silently.

Means of flight?

It’s not that there isn’t any…

Baili Pangpang's [Yaoguang] can transform into a flying sword, but this thing is fine for flying near the ground. It is still a bit difficult to fly down from a high altitude with his current level of mental strength. What's more, carrying five people at once is definitely an overload. The flying sword is estimated to collapse in mid-air.

"Qiye, how about you recite a poem for us like you did in the fasting center?" Baili Pangpang came close to Lin Qiye and asked in a low voice.

Lin Qiye shook his head. "Chengfeng is just gliding at best. It's okay to jump down from a wall several dozen meters high, but falling from such a high altitude, gliding alone is definitely not enough..."

Baili Pangpang's expression suddenly became embarrassed.

Lin Qiye took a deep breath, walked up to the officer, and asked shamelessly: "Do you have a parachute on your plane?"

"..." The officer hesitated for a moment, "Yes, there are, but they are for the driver and me in case of emergency. There are only four in total."

Only four?

Lin Qiye glanced at the other people and his brows immediately frowned.

There are five of them in total, so four parachutes are not enough.

……etc!

Lin Qiye suddenly thought of something, looked up at Galan who was sitting next to him, and his eyes suddenly lit up.

When Jia Lan saw this look, for some reason, he had a vague sense of foreboding...

…

One minute later.

Over Gusu City, a black transport plane roared across the sky. The hatch at the tail of the plane slowly opened. Five figures stood side by side at the hatch, their clothes rustling in the strong wind.

In the night sky, in the center of this bustling city with dazzling neon lights, the purple fog is like a giant bowl upside down on the earth, swallowing up the surrounding streets bit by bit, like a strange monster lurking in the darkness.

Lin Qiye looked down at his feet, frowning slightly.

Judging from the plane, the coverage area of ​​this purple fog has exceeded fifteen kilometers, and is still slowly increasing... They don't have much time left.

"【Bell Crand】Clearing operation begins."

Lin Qiye, carrying a parachute bag on his back and holding a black box in his hand, took the lead in jumping off the cabin and disappeared into the night sky.

An Qingyu and Cao Yuan followed closely behind.

Baili Pangpang made a bitter face, moved closer to the cabin, looked down cautiously, and his lips trembled.

"Damn it, how can it be so high? If I jump down, I won't be able to... Aa ...

Before Baili Pangpang could finish his words, a foot suddenly kicked him on the back. He flew out of the cabin like a ball, and then fell to the ground with a shrill scream.

Galan stood beside the cabin, looking resentfully at the four figures jumping down with parachutes on their backs, pursing his lips, with the word "unhappy" almost written on his face.

"snort!"

She snorted angrily, hesitated for a moment, gritted her teeth, and jumped off the edge of the cabin.

The difference between her and the previous four people is that she doesn't have a parachute...

The strong wind blew her blue Han robe into pieces, and her long black hair floated in the air like a waterfall. She was carrying a light yellow hardwood bow on her back and falling 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 paused, and began to float downwards staggeringly.

But the blue figure had no buffer at all, and even dived downward at a faster speed, instantly surpassing the four people carrying parachutes.

Jia Lan's figure passed by Lin Qiye, who was slightly stunned. In a trance, he seemed to see Jia Lan waving his fist at him, with an expression as if he was going to beat someone up...

Lin Qiye shook his head.

Hmm, I must have seen it wrong.

Whoosh! !

Bang--!!!

The blue figure pierced through the fog at an astonishing speed and crashed into the roof of a five-story office building without any fuss. The figure did not stop there, but continued to smash through the floor of five floors in an instant and crashed to the ground.

Debris flew everywhere, and thick smoke slowly rose from the "big"-shaped hole and floated up from the roof...

Lin Qiye and his three companions swayed into the fog on parachutes, adjusted their direction with ropes, and headed straight towards the direction where Galan fell.

When they landed on the street in front of the building, a figure had already slowly climbed out of the deep pit, patted the dust off the blue Han robe, walked to the glass door and stopped, adjusted his hairstyle and collar in front of the glass, and then pushed the door open and walked out...

Lin Qiye untied the rope of the parachute and turned around to meet Galan's extremely resentful gaze. He coughed twice in embarrassment.

"Are you... okay?"

Galan’s white fist suddenly hardened.

"Time waits for no one. The longer we stay in this fog, the more serious the mental pollution we will suffer. Let's quickly discuss a strategy." Lin Qiye turned his head and spoke seriously.

Jia Lan glared at him fiercely, and after thinking carefully for a moment, he loosened his fist for the time being.

"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 moment and said, "When I landed just now, I carefully analyzed all the details of this mission. Although the mission goal is clear, the process is not simple.

First of all, Bell Crand is very small, not much bigger than a stone, and is very cunning. Trying to find it in this huge fog is like looking for a needle in a haystack..."

Lin Qiye nodded repeatedly when he heard this, "Yes, I thought of this too. This fog almost covers the entire commercial area around the center of Gusu. Even for me, it would take more than ten hours to search it all with my mental power."

"What should we do?" Baili Pangpang couldn't help but ask, "After a dozen hours, even our spirits will be polluted."

"So, relying on us alone...is not enough." An Qingyu spoke 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 shook violently, as if something was about to break out of them.

Bang--!!

The heavy manhole cover was blown away, and gray rats swarmed out of the sewer like a gray torrent that instantly covered the street. They surrounded An Qingyu and lay on the ground respectfully.

Cao Yuan and others frowned subconsciously, preparing to enter combat mode, but when they saw this scene, they were stunned.

In the middle of this rat tide, An Qingyu pushed up his glasses, the lenses reflecting the light of the street lamps, and spoke slowly:

"This year, the process of my fish species splitting has never stopped...the cities around Cangnan City have been completely infiltrated by me."

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