Chapter 159 Chapter 159 You mean the countdown starts at...
Just as he picked up the pliers and began to pick at the wires, Luther heard the bomb beeping. He glanced down and saw that the 15:00:00 on the screen had jumped to 14:56:28. Luther cursed, and the countdown quickly counted down another second, jumping to 14:55:01.
"Ethan, the countdown has begun!" Luther warned over the channel, "We only have fifteen minutes!"
Ilsa gasped, "So fast!"
"The countdown has started?!" Benji shouted.
"What do you mean?" Elio, the only one not wearing headphones, asked panicked. "What are you talking about?"
"Don't worry, Elio!" Ethan shouted as he ran. "This is all according to our plan!"
"You mean the countdown to start is also planned?!"
"right!"
Elio was stunned. But when he turned, he saw Benjy and Ilsa, who had been by his side just moments before, sprinting toward the village, searching for the nuclear bomb the assassin had spotted with his eagle eyes. It was unclear whether they hadn't had time to admit or deny it, or whether they had tacitly accepted the shocking statement that the countdown to the nuclear bomb was also part of their plan.
Ethan, having made these remarks, rushed downhill, chasing a helicopter that was about to take off. On that helicopter sat the golden target that Elio had just discovered, with a nuclear bomb detonator hanging on his belt.
Elio didn't even have time to ask why they were bothering to chase the detonator if the bomb had already started counting down. This wasn't the time to ask questions; he just had to listen to Ethan. Elio followed Ethan, but the helicopter was called a helicopter for a reason. Almost as soon as the guy got in, it took off in a hurry.
It's not their fault. Anyone who knew there were bombs under their feet would want to eject, let alone two nuclear bombs!
There was another helicopter parked on the field. Seeing the helicopter carrying the detonator already taking off, Ethan decisively abandoned it and headed straight for the other one about to take off. Perhaps because Elio had longer legs and was a bit quicker, he lunged forward and slung himself onto the helicopter's bottom landing gear.
The helicopter took off.
Elio breathed a sigh of relief, dizzy. But when he turned around, subconsciously thinking Ethan must have grabbed the other landing gear, he found it empty. Did Ethan not catch up? The assassin quickly glanced back, and the shrinking ground was also empty.
Where on earth is Ethan?! Elio was horrified.
The helicopter lurched. Elio realized something and looked down. The legendary agent was clinging to the load beneath the helicopter, struggling to climb up the rope. Elio finally breathed a sigh of relief, intending to save the rest until Ethan climbed back up. The helicopter was airborne, but the load wasn't. As Elio watched it streak through the green and gold trees below, the rope swayed and trembled, seemingly shivering in the wind. He felt a little dizzy for Ethan.
Only Ethan was unmoved and climbed up without hesitation, and was about to reach Elio. Elio stretched out his hand early, and finally waited until Ethan grabbed his wrist, and hurriedly tried every means to pull Ethan up.
The helicopter's propellers rumbled.
Ethan finally managed to put his legs on the other landing gear, barely hooking it with his ankles, and was about to release it from Elio and wrap it around him. "Let me go!" Ethan told Elio amid the roar, "It's okay!"
"Are you sure?!" Elio didn't dare let go. "If you fall from here, I won't be able to put your human form back together!"
“I’m sure!!”
Elio decided to trust the legendary agent more, but time was running out, so he let go. He watched Ethan reach for the landing gear, but in the next second, Ethan slipped and nearly fell. Fortunately, Elio was quick to grab Ethan by the collar, preventing him from witnessing the tragedy.
The helicopter flew over rivers of melted snow.
Ethan grabbed Elio's wrist again. This time, they climbed up safely and entered the cabin. The soldiers sitting there with their guns were stunned to see the agents and assassins coming in one after another. They couldn't believe their eyes.
"Good morning," Elio gasped.
Before he could react, the assassin unleashed his Hidden Blade and lunged. Ethan whipped the pistol from Elio's waistband and shot the panicked pilot dead. The helicopter, losing control, spun around, and Elio was thrown against the door, clinging to the back of the cockpit. Ethan dragged the "asleep" pilot out of the seat, took his own seat, and grabbed the controls.
The helicopter stopped shaking. Elio breathed a sigh of relief. But just as he was about to ask Ethan what to do next, he heard Ethan in the driver's seat ask him, "Can you fly a helicopter?"
"What?" Elio couldn't believe his ears. "You don't mean what I thought you meant?"
"You can't fly a helicopter?" Ethan was shocked. "But you are an assassin!"
"You can't fly a helicopter?" Elio yelled. "And you're a secret agent!"
"I can, I can!" Ethan said quickly, "I've taken flying lessons!"
Elio covered his face with his hands. "Great!"
"I just thought you could drive—Okay, that's not important," Ethan comforted him. "I recognize these dashboards, believe me. Now we have to find a way to catch up with the helicopter in front, steal the detonator, and then dismantle the small thing inside. This is the only way we can prevent the nuclear bomb from exploding. Do you understand?"
Elio didn't say anything. He nodded silently at first, then finally responded out loud. Ethan quickly inquired about Benjy and Ilsa's progress. He heaved a sigh of relief when he heard they had just captured Solomon Lane and found the nuclear bomb. "I'm chasing the detonator!"
"Are you chasing the detonator?" Benjy asked repeatedly, "How are you chasing it? Forget it, I think I may not want to know. Just tell us when you get the detonator!"
"I will!" Ethan murmured. "I will."
Elio had no idea how he was going to catch up to the detonator. Benjy might not know, but the assassin high in the sky couldn't be unaware, especially since neither of them could actually fly a helicopter. Don't think he didn't hear it; the assassin's hearing was excellent. Ethan was fumbling around in the cockpit, muttering, "This is the power," "This is the payload," and so on. He took the time to turn around and ask, "You're not desperate, are you?"
"That's okay," Elio said. "We can always call Superman if all else fails."
"Don't challenge my expertise!" Ethan feigned anger. "Take out your equipment. We're getting ready to fly over."
"You still have my pistol." Elio said this, but he opened his vest, unzipped his jacket, and took out a light folding submachine gun from the side pocket. Ethan whistled, "I knew you still had a weapon."
"What are you going to do?" Elio asked him.
Ethan smiled at him.
"We knock him down," the agent said.
Two helicopters flew forward, one in front of the other, ascending and descending over a lake surrounded by snow-capped mountains. August Walker, the leader of the "Apostles," sat in the front helicopter, a detonator hanging from his waist, oblivious to what was happening behind them. After all, they were already in the sky, and Ethan Hunt, no matter how talented he was, was only human and couldn't possibly fly up there.
Even if it can fly up, the countdown for the nuclear bomb has already begun!
The thought of them detonating two nuclear bombs here, contaminating the water source and killing billions of people downstream by thirst, filled August Walker with hope for the future of the Apostles. The Syndicate was finished, and not just because Solomon Lane had been captured—in fact, even after he escaped, he was still obsessed with Ethan Hunt and insisted on staying here to die with Ethan. August found it difficult to understand this.
Ryan is so obsessed with the agent who destroyed his life's work that the former leader has lost his leadership role. Everything that follows depends on August.
Just as he was thinking this with great pride, their helicopter suddenly shook violently. August grabbed the handle on top and watched in wonder as a load tied to a rope fell from the sky, almost brushing past their fuselage, and fell to the ground.
"What's going on?" The pilot was startled.
August looked up and saw another helicopter overhead. He frowned and said, "Let's fly up and take a look."
This is impossible, he thought.
But when their helicopter flew up, August looked over and saw that Ethan Hunt was indeed sitting in the cockpit of the helicopter that had lost its payload. Their ears were filled with the whistling sound of the wind, but August could certainly see that this damned lingering legendary agent smiled and whistled at him.
The hatch swung open, revealing another unfamiliar face. A young man holding a submachine gun pointed it at him with a cold expression, his curly black hair flying wildly in the air. August quickly leaned back, avoiding the first round of attacks. The fuselage trembled and shook in the air, and a few bullets luckily hit his torso, but they only caused August, who was wearing a bulletproof vest, to feel pain.
He reached for his side and pulled out a Gatling gun. While the other side was reloading, August seized the opportunity to sit up, holding the Gatling gun and smiling at the other side.
"Go to hell!" he said in a friendly way.
The young man's eyes widened immediately. He shouted something and slammed Ethan's chair. The helicopter immediately took off as if fleeing. But the Gatling gun was still a Gatling gun after all, and the bullets it fired had drilled several holes in Ethan's helicopter.
Ethan and the others are finished, August thought.
Especially with someone who couldn't fly a plane sitting in a helicopter, the helicopter's performance was too obvious to be true. It spun in the clouds and mist, and August chased them and beat them violently, and soon he was satisfied to see their helicopter sparking as it flew over the vast snow-capped mountains.
"Hold on, hold on!" Ethan shouted.
"Don't 'hold on'!" Elio yelled, grabbing the handle. "Hurry up, let's run that lunatic over!"
"That's what I told the helicopter!"
"So what does the helicopter say?!"
With a crisp "click," Ethan and Elio's helicopter finally collided with August's. The first thing that shattered was the glass, followed by the "beeping" sound of the machine's random error message, and the propellers frantically stirred the thin air of the plateau. Amidst a shocking and deafening roar, the two helicopters, emitting billowing black smoke, fell onto the snow-capped mountains in parallel, one following the other, and then rolled down together.
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