My lover is this organization

"what……"

Conan opened his mouth, but was speechless.

Qin Wuque clapped his hands and interrupted the topic which would be meaningless even if it continued.

He walked towards the body of Luciano, who had died on the spot due to brain damage, and pulled out the bloody sharp folding knife from the latter's forehead. He then took two napkins from the side, wiped the blade with force, crumpled it into a ball and threw it on the ground, then turned around and tilted his head towards the closed cockpit door.

"Well, instead of doing these useless things, let's quickly deal with the remaining things."

……

The cockpit was dark, with only the dim lights from various switches, controllers and dashboards illuminating the resolute faces of the two male soldiers in the driver and co-pilot seats.

"We finally got it, Captain." Someone in the co-pilot seat spoke, his tone unable to conceal his excitement.

"Yes."

Aaron Smith sat in the driver's seat. His eyes were not on the various complex and sophisticated instrument panels, but were looking far away at the endless night sky outside the windshield that carried the vast sea of ​​stars. His gaze was deep and long.

The black suitcase sat quietly in a small corner next to the cockpit door.

"This way, Jilanba can continue to fight..." he murmured softly.

Just as Qin Wuque learned from Lupin and Noah's Ark, the so-called arms tycoon and the generous buyer who spent lavishly was nothing more than a cover for Aaron Smith to disguise his true identity. His real identity was actually a senior military officer of the Republic of Jilanba. In order to save his motherland which was in turmoil in the war, he came to Japan incognito and with a group of his men in the name of a private person to conduct this extremely dangerous secret transaction.

All of them signed an agreement before setting off, which stated that if the mission failed or the intelligence was leaked, the Republic of Jilanba would not acknowledge that their actions were instructed by any country, and all plans would be decided by them on their own.

Similarly, once the mission is successful, Jilanba will not record their achievements, let alone make them public, and not even a paper record will be left.

All those who participated in this secret operation joined voluntarily. It can be said that each of them is an indispensable pillar of the Republic of Jilanba, and they are elite fighters selected after repeated selections.

But the plane that was packed when it came now only has two people left.

puff!

The slight sound of the sharp blade piercing the flesh was heard in the small and dark space. Aaron Smith subconsciously trembled and looked in the direction of the sound.

He saw that his subordinate sitting in another driver's seat next to him was still sitting there intact, his body stretched straight and motionless, his hands tightly gripping the joystick, as if nothing had changed from before.

But in the darkness behind him, there was a vague figure standing silently, as if it had been there since the beginning.

The faint light from the dashboard failed to illuminate the man's cheeks, but the pair of golden eyes burning like holy fire in the darkness made Aaron Smith unable to ignore them.

Qin Wuque expressionlessly released his hand that was covering the Jilanba soldier's mouth, and pulled out the folding knife that pierced his jaw cleanly and neatly, and wiped his bloody hand casually on the latter's clothes.

Having lost its only support, the corpse rolled off the chair helplessly like a rag doll and fell softly to the ground with only a slight sound.

"I can't help it. Although I sympathize with your situation, rules are rules after all." Qin Wuque said in a low voice, "And if you really let you take the ore back and use it in the military field, a friend of mine will be very distressed... So, I'm sorry."

As soon as he finished speaking, there was another sound of a sharp blade piercing the skin. Aaron Smith only saw a flash of white light in front of his eyes, and his consciousness instantly fell into darkness.

Outside the cockpit door, Conan clenched his fists and trembled as he listened to the sound of two bodies falling to the ground, his nails almost piercing his palms and drawing blood.

He didn't rush in to stop it.

It’s not because I don’t want to, nor because I don’t dare.

It was Lupin who tied him up tightly from behind, making Conan completely unable to move.

The hatch was opened from the inside, and Qin Wuque appeared behind the door holding a folding knife.

He moved the two bodies to inconspicuous corners on both sides of the door as much as possible, then waved to Lupin and Conan who were locking up a man outside the door, motioning them to come in.

He then calmly turned around and sat back in the driver's seat.

If you ask whether Qin Wuque felt any psychological pressure after killing two people in a row, the answer is undoubtedly no.

As soon as I sat down, a familiar voice of an artificial intelligence sounded in the cockpit, with a humanized and slightly hurried tone.

"Brother, be careful. Two F-15s from the US military stationed in Japan will arrive in thirty seconds and launch missiles!"

"Thirty seconds? Time is a bit tight..." Qin Wuque clicked his tongue, "Besides, I don't want to jump into the Pacific Ocean and then swim back. Can I negotiate with the other party?"

"Hmm... let me take a look. It seems to be blocked, but I can hack in and force it through. It's not difficult." Noah's Ark replied.

"Then please help me connect it."

Qin Wuque said as he took a walkie-talkie-like radio connected to a wire from the driver's seat and spoke bluntly into the microphone.

"Listen carefully. If you dare to open fire, you will die. Do you understand?"

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Shit, my mom has become oblivious to all the erotic figurines on my computer desk.

For example, Black Beast's... For example, Prison School's...

As expected of me.

Take a break.

Chapter 357 Air Scalpel

"I repeat, all illegal immigrants on the Titan commercial transport plane have been killed and the ore has been preserved. Please do not launch missiles!"

In the cockpit, Lupin grabbed the walkie-talkie he had snatched from Qin Wuque and repeated loudly into the radio.

To be precise, he snatched the radio from the bastard's hand after Qin Wuque finished his first sentence.

There is no other way. If we let this guy continue talking, even those who originally intended to just scare others with two fighter jets will be so angry that their blood pressure will instantly exceed the upper limit of the sphygmomanometer, and they will lose their minds and fire all their missiles on the spot.

What does "If you dare to open fire, you will be dead" mean?

Are you sure this thing is really a communication and negotiation, rather than a deliberate provocation?

"Is it useful?"

Qin Wuque, who was sitting in the cockpit and controlling the plane to fly smoothly, turned around and asked.

"The other party hasn't responded yet, but it's definitely more useful than what you said before." Lupin stared at the radio in his hand with a serious expression, as if he was afraid to miss any word of the response.

Even if it's just a simple "OK"...

"I'm just telling the truth." Qin Wuque turned his head away, shrugged with his back to Lupin, "After all, they are following their superiors. If their superiors tell them to fire, they will still do so even if you tell them over the radio that there is a child on the plane. This is no longer a problem that can be solved simply by humanitarianism."

"It's like if there was a plane full of Deadpools about to land in Washington, even if there were several underage survivors on board, the U.S. military would not hesitate to launch missiles to blow them and the Deadpools into pieces."

"You have to try your best to fight for it..."

After leaving these words behind, Lupin continued to repeat himself on the radio.

At the same time, in the operations command room of the Japan Self-Defense Forces headquarters.

There was a depressing silence in the command room. Several senior generals, dressed meticulously in military uniforms, sat at the edge of the conference table with stern faces. The faint white light emitted from various communication and monitoring equipment around the command room illuminated their glasses, reflecting bright refracted light, making it impossible to see their expressions under the glasses.

"Report to the administrator!" Someone in front of the communication desk suddenly stood up and turned around and said loudly, "We just received a call from Hawk One. The enemy plane unilaterally contacted Hawk One, saying that all illegal immigrants on the Titan had been killed, the ore had been secured, and there were also underage civilian passengers. They requested that the missile launch be abandoned."

"Can you confirm the other party's identity?" The administrator's face did not move a muscle.

"No...can't." The liaison officer suddenly became weak.

After receiving the reply, the administrator stood up from the conference table and propped his body up with his fists on the table. "This is a joint request from the Kingdom of Vesbania and the Republic of Jilanba. According to the intelligence we currently have, Vesbania ore can not only be used as an invisible protective shield, but it can also render all electronic devices inoperable under a certain voltage."

"If that kind of thing falls into the hands of a military nation, it will cause the world's military balance to collapse."

The administrator's tone was firm.

"You are allowed to launch missiles, but you must destroy the ore before it is shipped out of Japan!"

"Yes!"

……

"I told you, it won't be useful~"

In the driver's seat, Qin Wuque held the joystick firmly with one hand. He leaned half of his body out of the seat and looked back.

Lupin still held the radio in his hand, but it hung loosely at his side. The data cable, which was shaped like a piece of instant noodles, had its curve flattened as it was greatly extended.

At this moment, he was holding a bottle of mineral water that he had taken out from somewhere in his other hand and drinking it.

My goodness, I’ve been a parrot for so long that my mouth is dry.

Hearing Qin Wuque's words, Lupin stopped his annoyed behavior.

"Not sure. The other party has not made any response so far."

Having said that, Lupin paused and glanced suspiciously at the dog head in the driver's seat.

"Is it possible that you didn't connect to the other party's channel at all, and deliberately let me repeat what you said, but the other party didn't hear a word."

"How is that possible?" Qin Wuque crossed his legs like a seasoned driver and stretched out his hand. "If you don't believe me, give me the radio and let me do it. Just wait and see if I can break the enemy's defense and make them launch missiles in a rage. That's it."

"Forget it..." Lupin twitched his mouth.

"Relax, the other party will definitely hear me. If I say I can, then I can."

Qin Wuque spoke with great earnestness, and then he changed the subject.

"But being able to hear is one thing, and whether they will listen to it is another. I guess they have already contacted the command center a long time ago, but there is no sign of retreating so far. There are only two possibilities."

"Or, their management officer suddenly fell ill and passed out, and other senior generals dared not make decisions, because making decisions means taking responsibility, and the traditional art of the Japanese is to be too clear about small matters, but always confused about the big picture, resulting in no one having the final say now."

"What about the other possibility..." Lupin, who is half Japanese, felt as if he was stabbed.

Qin Wuque did not keep the secret and said directly: "Another possibility is that the two F-15s chasing after us have obtained permission to launch missiles and are now aiming at us."

"I think the latter possibility is more reliable..."

Lupin nodded seriously, and then jumped up and down on the spot.

"So what should we do? We don't have any offensive equipment on this plane right now!"

"There are jamming silk bullets!"

Conan's surprised voice came from below, he was concentrating on various switch buttons on the dashboard.

"What's the use of just having interference silk bullets..."

Lupin was about to smack his lips to express his disappointment, but was interrupted by Qin Wuque.

"It's enough to have interference silk bullets."

The Godfather of Los Santos said lightly.

He turned around, looking with burning eyes at the two people behind him, both of whom had gradually started to think "Oh no!" on their faces. The corners of his mouth rose wildly, his eyebrows twitched, and his intention to cause trouble was obvious in his words.

"Pong friends, have you ever heard of the Sky Scalpel?"

"hiss……"

Lupin and Conan gasped at the same time and looked at each other.

After confirming each other's eyes, I think this is where we'll end today.

……

Two F-15 fighter jets shuttled through the clouds at a very fast speed, with the roaring sound of their engines. The bright moonlight occasionally fell on the cold metal shell, as if ferocious predators were searching for fat prey.

In Hawk One, the fighter pilot held the radio and contacted Hawk Two.

"Eagle Two, Eagle Two, this is Eagle One, target attack permission obtained!"

The contact was responded to quickly.

"Eagle Two received!"

Both sides have ace pilots with rich experience in battle. Sending two F-15s to destroy a transport plane is like sending top snipers to the shooting range to practice shooting at a ten-meter target.

After a brief communication, the fuselages of the two fighter jets made different degrees of adjustments, with their noses slightly raised, aiming at the Titan transport plane that was also flying through the sea of ​​clouds.

……

Almost at the same moment, a warning sound rang out in the cockpit of the Titan. The heavy beeping sound seemed to be amplified by a microphone and it was as loud as the frequency of the flashing numbers on the millisecond timer.

Conan and Lupin's faces turned grim, and they subconsciously reached out to grab anything around them that could stabilize their bodies.

Qin Wuque sat in the driver's seat, holding the joystick with his left hand and his right hand on the throttle, smiling like a veteran driver in Akina Mountain.

The next moment, he pushed the throttle to the limit.

"Hold on tight!"