Trinity Traitor: From One Person to the Other

Chapter 707: All the shameless behavior is worth it if the other party can say "Are you sick?"
Curtis was a man with a strong sense of time. Although Lu Huizhong came two days after their meeting, Curtis still requested that the meeting be held at nine o'clock in the morning.

After all this mess, more than an hour and a half had passed. Little Joseph looked up at the watch on his wrist and saw that it was almost eleven o'clock, just as he said.

Even if He Songling had superpowers and could turn the plane's fuel into nuclear fuel, thus turning the plane into a semi-perpetual motion machine and flying non-stop, it would still take more than twenty hours, and it would not arrive in the UK until at least eight or nine o'clock tomorrow morning.

However, He Songling was at such a high level that he couldn't even speed up the plane. It was useless for him to be called an old god.

"Stop talking nonsense, get on the plane and take off now." Why don't you take off quickly? What are you waiting for? He Songling waved his hand and rolled everyone into the cargo hold of a DC3 transport plane. He turned around and said, "Xiao Lu, you drive."

"Step forward." Lu Huizhong is also a skilled and courageous person. As a killer, other things are limited by talent and training, with some being strong and some being weak, but this courage must be innate.

"Ah, no, is she driving?" Even little Joseph was upset.

"Stop talking nonsense and get in!"

He Songling waved his hand to close the cabin door, and then he disappeared into the cockpit with Lu Huizhong.

"This is acceleration, this is take-off, don't worry about anything else, just go!" The training was as simple as driving a go-kart in an amusement park. Fortunately, Curtis and little Joseph couldn't hear, otherwise they would have been scared to death if they could hear.

Lu Huizhong really trusted her husband and pushed the joystick, "Go!"

The plane took off in an instant.

"Xun, breeze!" He Songling opened the formation for the plane in the cockpit. The breeze straightened out all the turbulence on the side of the plane, and made it float in the most aerodynamic direction, allowing the plane to accelerate as quickly as possible.

"That's all?" Lu Huizhong glanced at He Songling. She didn't know the huge iron bird she was controlling, but she knew her husband's strength and formation. Judging from Curtis and Joseph's reactions, it was definitely not just this small increase that could achieve He Songling's bold words.

"Of course it's not over yet. Xunzi, typhoon!"

After that, a force 18 gust of wind lifted up the huge transport plane. Since it was empty, the plane was much lighter than a fully loaded one. Flying in the air, the breeze around it acted as a lever, and it flew forward as fast as if it was blown by a typhoon.

"Ahhhh?" Curtis and Joseph were thrown around in the cargo hold, not knowing what had happened. Even Curtis, a tough guy who had fought in the front lines of air combat countless times, felt terrified. He even doubted whether he would dare to fly a plane again in his life.

"The resistance is a bit too great. Are you sure it's okay?" Although Lu Huizhong can't fly a plane, she has a clear perception of the "mount" through Qi.

This is what He Songling has always emphasized. The role of the new era's extraordinary people is not just to play with people's special effects of Qigong or even to fight with people. They have a talent for controlling any modern weapon that is a hundred times higher than that of ordinary people. This is true for shooting and flying airplanes.

You have to know that the empty weight of this thing is more than eight tons. When its acceleration and spoiler systems are almost all used to resist the typhoon and maintain balance and stability, it is almost equivalent to more than half of the weight being blown away by He Songling's typhoon. Blowing more than four tons of things from the east coast of the United States to the UK within the specified time, even if he became an old god, Lu Huizhong was a little worried whether He Songling could move such a big iron thing.

"Of course it's not over yet." Even Lu Huizhong, the one "driving" the plane, could feel the resistance distribution, so he, the one casting the spell, could certainly feel it more clearly. But it's okay, this is something he had thought of a long time ago.

"Xun character, vacuum blade!"

With a whirring sound, the huge wind pressure gathered together and formed a huge wind blade in front of the aircraft's head, cutting and absorbing all the air in front of it, forming a short, almost vacuum zone. Instantly, the air resistance in front of the aircraft disappeared, and the speed increased significantly.

At the same time, the typhoon turbulence blowing behind the aircraft was also neatly combed by the vacuum blade, and the whirlwind was close to the shape of the propeller to provide the greatest possible thrust for the aircraft.

In an instant, the transport plane's flying speed far exceeded its theoretical maximum flying speed of 360 kilometers per hour, more than doubled, and almost approached the cruising speed of 800 kilometers per hour of modern civil airliners.

But today's aircraft are not designed for such speeds, and their shock absorption, sound insulation and other functions are far from meeting the standards. So Curtis and Joseph Jr. in the cargo hold can only endure the discomfort of being thrown up and down and speed at lightning speed.

"What on earth did he do!" Curtis asked little Joseph while suppressing the urge to vomit.

"I! Don't! Know!" Little Joseph's face looked even worse. His flying and combat experience were far less than Curtis's. His face had turned green.

"If we keep flying like this, we won't have enough fuel. We'll need to resupply in four or five hours at the latest." Curtis is indeed worthy of being a legendary Air Force admiral. This barbecue master can actually accurately judge the fuel consumption without seeing anything at all.

But this was the least of He Songling's worries. He opened the space door directly into the plane's fuel tank and connected it to the fuel stored in his time house. If there was no problem with the plane's fuselage, it would not be a problem to fly around the earth a few times.

So they really arrived at the Allied Air Force base in Britain that night - to be exact, it was already early the next morning, but He Songling didn't care about that. You just said whether it was daybreak or not? If it wasn't, then it was night.

"Hey..."

When the cabin door opened, even the two excellent American pilots couldn't help but roll out and vomited crazily on the ground. The surrounding pilots were stunned. It was so spicy! American pilots vomit when they are on a plane! Is this the quality of pilots? With the level of friendly pilots, why should we fight this war? Just surrender!

He Songling had never thought that he would cause so much trouble to the two pilots, but after hearing it, he seemed very happy.

"What a pleasant surprise, ha." For a person with a bad taste like He Songling, being able to cause trouble to others and replacing it with a sentence like "You are sick, aren't you" is the greatest affirmation and praise of his behavior.

"Come on, stop looking so sad." He Songling patted the two pilots on the shoulders. "Don't you want new tactics? Watch me lead you to bomb the little mustache tomorrow."

(End of this chapter)