Chapter 7: Wings Open, Boarding the Vehicle, He's Back, But Unfortunately, His Opponent is...
On the map, the station was already very close, but inside the train, various simulated instruments were emitting bright red alarms, indicating that it was about to be scrapped.
Fu Ze, who had just climbed from the trunk to the driver's seat, was made dizzy by the noise.
In addition, he also felt a dull, throbbing pain on the outside of one of his ribs.
This is a side effect of his misdirection of the executive officer by directing the vehicle to crash into the rubble.
Gently rubbing his wound, Fu Ze comforted himself, saying: "You can't catch a wolf without risking your cub."
How can you fool the enforcement officer if you don't act convincingly enough?
After taking a few deep breaths to catch his breath, Fu Ze looked up and was not surprised to find that the station, which usually only had a few basic ceiling lights on during off-peak hours, was now brightly lit.
"For an average executive, being able to react in such a short time is quite good." With one hand resting on the car door with the window down, Fu Ze tilted his head and smiled. "It's just a pity that when the opponent is me, I'm too slow."
This sentence structure, freshly stolen from Yuan Jianxing, is really useful; it allows you to both show off and narrate effectively.
About a kilometer from the station, Fu Ze used his phone to delete the code that had hacked into the car's autopilot system.
He revoked driving control and steered the car straight up the mountain beside him.
Just kidding, no one would drive through a checkpoint in such an eye-catching and nearly totaled vehicle.
Park the car at the top of the mountain. Not far in front of the car is Fu Ze's ultimate goal for this operation - a super high-speed maglev train that is about to depart for the central area.
After getting out of the car, Fu Ze went around to the back and used a crowbar to force open the deformed trunk. He then took out a folded paraglider and a wingsuit flying suit.
He chose this car as his ultimate hiding place because of them.
That's right, this car belongs to the extreme sports enthusiast who lives right next door to him.
According to the chat messages this person has sent recently, the weather in the southern part of V City has been perfect for wingsuit flying lately.
With practiced ease, Fu Ze put on the two sets of equipment, gently closed his eyes, and stretched out a hand forward.
He felt the rising wind through his fingers and exhaled deeply.
Before the breath could condense into a solid white vapor in the cool night, Fu Ze rushed forward two steps and smashed it apart completely, leaving no trace.
He then jumped off the cliff.
Under the influence of gravity, Fu Ze's falling speed quickly reached the standard for opening his wings.
But he did not take any further action, and simply let himself continue to fall at an accelerated rate.
Just before he was about to crash into a giant rock, he suddenly stretched out his limbs.
Whoosh—!
The nylon wing membranes around Fu Ze fully extended, causing him to suddenly slow down as he descended at high speed, just barely brushing past the upper edge of the rock before gliding forward at high speed.
A counterintuitive fact is that although Fu Ze seems to rely on various "life-saving" techniques and reckless actions, he actually cherishes his life very much.
Having experienced death so many times, he cherished the time he could walk along city paths under the blazing sun, inhaling the aromas of flowers, coffee, fresh fruits and vegetables, and dried wood.
Fu Ze's speed when he opened his wings far exceeded the standard, which also increased his gliding speed considerably.
With the aid of a pure black wingsuit, ordinary people simply cannot distinguish whether the fleeting figure in the sky is a person or an eagle.
In this way, Fu Ze easily passed through the first line of defense temporarily set up outside the station.
Once he reached a blind spot for the station staff, Fu Ze immediately pulled on the rope loop next to his shoulder.
With the sound of plastic sliding and rubbing at high speed, a paraglider stretching ten meters long unfolded behind him.
Despite the sudden drop in speed, Fu Ze's initial parachute height was no longer sufficient for him to land at a reasonable speed on the top of the station and then safely tumble to the ground in a standard manner.
Fortunately, Fu Ze had a contingency plan for this.
He pulled on one of the ropes of the paraglider and crashed straight into a lightning rod.
With a sound of fabric being ripped, Fu Ze was hung on the lightning rod.
After circling in the air a few times to dissipate excess kinetic energy, he released his safety harness and jumped down from mid-air, rolling a few times before standing up steadily.
After quickly dusting himself off, Fu Ze encouraged himself, "The final step, victory is in sight!"
At that moment, a long whistle could be faintly heard from the air.
Fu Ze turned his head and saw several black cars belonging to the executives already appearing at the intersection not far away.
How come there's only so little? The quantity doesn't match up... Could it be?!
With a sudden tightening in his chest, Fu Ze immediately looked towards the cliff where he had parked his car.
Sure enough, his temporary vehicle had been surrounded by several executives.
Just then, a melodious announcement sounded in the station, followed by a sweet and professional electronic female voice broadcasting the following:
"The train bound for the final destination, V City Central District, will depart in five minutes. Passengers who have not yet boarded, please hurry and board in an orderly manner."
...Tsk.
Fu Ze had originally planned to play it safe and slip off the roof first before finding an opportunity to board the car.
Unfortunately, it seems that this won't work now.
"Well, I guess I'll reluctantly admit that your executives do have some skills." Having removed his wingsuit, Fu Ze casually tossed the last piece of equipment he was carrying with him.
A section of alloy sling wrapped with layers of insulating fibers.
This was something he temporarily took off from the climbing suit of that extreme sports enthusiast.
“But I’ll say it again.” Fu Ze looped the lasso around the thick cable above the station and then flexibly secured the buckle to his wrist.
"It's a pity that when my opponent is me, I'm too slow."
As he spoke, Fu Ze, suspended by the lasso, took a running start and glided gracefully toward the train that was picking up passengers.
Just before reaching directly above the train, he unlocked the buckle on his wrist and, propelled by inertia, landed precisely on the maintenance platform of the last carriage.
Although Fu Ze had tried his best to bend his knees to cushion his landing, he still made a dull "thud" sound when he landed.
Although the sound had become almost inaudible after passing through layers of walls, it was still picked up by an executive who was checking the situation nearby.
Without any hesitation or reporting to the commanding officer who was checking with staff about the number of people entering and leaving the station during that time, the officer immediately rushed to the train control room and tried to press the button that could stop all trains that had not yet departed.
However, it was too late.
All preparations were completed five seconds ago, and the high-speed maglev train officially entered the departure state.
Fu Ze really enjoyed observing the startup process of this vehicle model, finding it to have a distinctly futuristic, sci-fi feel.
The first thing to be activated were the energy circuits embedded below the left and right platforms, followed by countless fine hexagonal light spots that appeared out of thin air from bottom to top.
They form a stable structure similar to a honeycomb through mutual collisions and devouring, and after closing at the top, they extend in the direction the train is moving.
The previously noisy environment, caused by the passing night wind, became completely quiet, with the only echo being the soft and orderly hum of the levitation train accelerating as it left the station.
After anonymously transferring the equivalent amount of money for the vehicle he had requisitioned to the corresponding car owner, Fu Ze hooked one hand at the very end of the train and, with the elegance and composure of a stage actor taking his bow, bowed to the executive officer who was always a step behind.
Before the train accelerated to a point where one had to retreat into a carriage, Fu Ze turned and peered into the distant, glittering, ever-sleeping capital city, which resembled a constellation of stars.
He's back in the central area!
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Looking at the reports sent by his subordinates on his phone, Mu Wangzhuo gulped down a mouthful of coffee into his nose.
Is this internet celebrity agent possessed?! Sixteen people surrounding him and he still managed to escape?!
Hearing this strange noise, Yuan Jianxing didn't even look up, and asked with a perfunctory concern, "What is it?"
But then he paused, looked up abruptly at Mu Wangzhuo, and asked, "Is there a problem at the hotel?"
Mu Wangzhuo choked even harder.
Now that things have come to this, and he has finally managed to bring Yuan Jianxing back to headquarters to settle things down, he absolutely cannot let the other party get involved in that little internet celebrity's affairs again.
Everyone has their own internal scale.
Regardless of what Yuan Jianxing thinks, at least on Mu Wangzhuo's scale, Snake Eyes is far more important than the person in charge and the little internet celebrity.
When you can only choose one to do, some people will always die a death lighter than a feather.
Knowing how sharp Yuan Jianxing's eyes were, Mu Wangzhuo chose to avoid the problem by downplaying its importance.
After stopping coughing, he squinted, put on a coy look, and said in a teasing tone, "Hey, if you keep showing so much concern for that little internet celebrity, I'll have to reasonably suspect that you've got your eye on her."
"Boring." As expected, Yuan Jianxing immediately withdrew his concern and focused his attention back on the documents in front of him.
Although the adjudication bureau has basically achieved paperless office operations, Hara Mihoshi himself still retains a certain habit of reading paper documents.
According to Hara Mihoshi himself, this primitive way of reading can bring him unique inspiration.
Regardless of whether he had found any inspiration, Mu Wangzhuo, who had been a "reading companion" for several hours, now found the sound of turning pages annoying.
"Please stop flipping through them, okay? How many times have you looked through these files over and over again these past few days?" He slammed his hand down on the stack of papers and glared angrily at Yuan Jianxing.
“Although similar incidents have only occurred in L City so far, it’s hard to say when they might spread to V City and other cities in the country.” Yuan Jianxing crossed his arms and looked back calmly. “The deputy director also said to keep an eye on things, just in case.”
"Yes, yes, but this isn't how you should prepare them, is it?" Mu Wangzhuo understood Yuan Jianxing's explanation, and then went even further, simply grabbing all the documents on the table and piling them aside. "Come on, let's chat casually and relax our minds. Maybe we can find some new inspiration."
Yuan Jianxing smiled bitterly to himself. Although saying this went against his personal worldview, he felt that in dealing with these cases, inspiration alone was not enough; he needed spiritual vision.
However, Mu Wangzhuo's intentions were good, and he did need to shift his focus at the moment.
"Alright, what should we talk about? Since you initiated this, it's probably not anything serious related to the case."
Mu Wangzhuo put on a "no one knows a father better than his son" expression and said casually, "Let's talk about the batch of new executives who are about to be transferred over."
According to the Court of Arbitration's practice, every senior executive must complete this "mentoring" tradition, and even Hara Mikihoshi is no exception to this rule.
"The materials were sent out a long time ago. Knowing your personality, you must have looked at them immediately. Is there anything you like?"
"I looked at them, but I don't remember much about them." Yuan Jianxing got up to get a glass of ice water. "You guys choose first, I'll just pick the leftovers."
"As for a sidekick, you either need to find someone useful, efficient, considerate, and practical, or someone good-looking, pleasing to the eye and suitable for living together." Mu Wangzhuo spoke eloquently, fully conveying his "selection of a concubine" philosophy to Yuan Jianxing.
I don't know when, but he had already opened the relevant file on the tablet and scrolled to a marked page.
“This one, I felt at first glance was perfect for you.” Mu Wangzhuo introduced Yuan Jianxing to him like a matchmaker, “He comes from an ordinary family in L City, and just by looking at his photo, he seems like the quiet but shrewd and pragmatic type. Not to mention, his latest marksmanship score is unparalleled.”
...Marksmanship?
“As far as I know, the current batch of top-level marksmanship competitions all use Hercules AXR rifles.” Yuan Jianxing took the tablet, reviewing the resume of this so-called “particularly suitable” new executive, while gently swirling the water in his hand, and asked thoughtfully, “Have you ever used this gun?”
"No, since I started taking charge of command and dispatch, I've rarely needed to be on the front lines myself. Why would I be assigned such state-of-the-art equipment?" Mu Wangzhuo shook his head. "Is there any special significance to this gun?"
“There’s a common saying: the accuracy of this gun is built on money and lives.” Yuan Jianxing lowered his eyes slightly. “Do you really think that such a gifted sharpshooter in L City would only be discovered by the Adjudication Bureau after the third round of thorough screening?”
"Could it be that you're trying to imply that this new executive officer has quite a background?" Mu Wangzhuo took back the tablet and reread the file on it.
Even if he looked at it again, the newcomer's resume was clean and traceable; he couldn't find any problems no matter how he looked at it...
Mu Wangzhuo suddenly caught his breath.
If there's any force in L City that can afford to support a sharpshooter with a clean background and proficient AXR skills, it's none other than the Cumming Group.
Sensing Mu Wangzhuo's nervousness, Yuan Jianxing smiled slightly and toasted Mu Wangzhuo with water instead of wine.
"That's not what I meant. You said you were just chatting casually."
Realizing he had been emotionally deceived, Mu Wangzhuo suddenly felt less sympathy for Yuan Jianxing, who was about to undergo an intense interrogation of Snake Eyes.
People who like to lay traps with their words should be sent to prison to interrogate others, only allowed to come out once every ten days or so to get some fresh air!
"Alright, Chief Executive, it's time for you to go to bed before you officially set off." Mu Wangzhuo smiled sinisterly, cracking his knuckles a few times. "If you don't go to sleep soon, I'm going to tattle on you to the Deputy Director."
A note from the author:
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[Pity] Although I know you readers are very busy and I have to go to someone else's place after reading this, I would still like to ask you to stay a little longer and leave a comment.
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