Chapter 961: Flight of Death

He Yuzhu felt as if he had only just closed his eyes when the knocking on the door began to sound like a beating drum.

He pulled the door open with some reluctance, saw Bureau Chief Li's face full of anxiety, and asked, "Lao Li, do you have something to find me for?"

Bureau Chief Li didn't say a word, pushed him into the room with one shove, and closed the door behind him: "Factory Director He, something big has happened. Two military airports in M Country have been bombed. No one has found out who did it, and the entire territory is now under martial law. Our negotiations have been temporarily suspended, and an urgent telegram has been sent from home ordering us to evacuate immediately. I have already finished coordinating with the embassy, and Air China has temporarily arranged a direct flight for us to Si Jiu Cheng this afternoon. Pack your luggage quickly; we are leaving immediately!"

He Yuzhu raised an eyebrow and did not rush to move: "Bureau Chief, there is no need for us to be this panicked, right? It makes it look like we have a guilty conscience and are running away in a hurry!"

Bureau Chief Li was so anxious he was rubbing his hands back and forth: "These people have red eyes now; they look at everyone like a suspect. We must not run into the line of fire."

This evacuation order really was issued directly from the top level. Intelligence shows that M Country has truly lost its temper this time; although military bases are all mobilizing, it looks like they are going to do something for real. No one can guarantee they won't take their anger out on the Huaxia delegation, so for the sake of safety, running away is the best policy.

The members of the delegation acted very efficiently, loading all their luggage, big and small, into vehicles and heading straight for the airport.

He Yuzhu's expression was calm on the surface, but he was thinking and calculating repeatedly in his heart.

He was certain that the group of people from the FBI would never let him board the boarding ramp smoothly.

In the car, he leaned into Bureau Chief Li's ear and whispered: "Lao Li, I have a premonition that they will most likely intercept me at the boarding gate. In case a conflict really breaks out between the two sides, you should protest if you need to protest, but the plane must take off on time. Do not stay behind to wait for me..."

"If you can't leave, none of us will board the plane!" Bureau Chief Li's face sank, and the veins on his neck suddenly bulged, "If they don't even care about the most basic decency, I will tear off their hypocritical masks in public!"

He Yuzhu patiently persuaded him in turns, and after much talking, Bureau Chief Li finally gritted his teeth and nodded in agreement.

Seeing him relent, He Yuzhu grinned instead and patted his arm: "Set your mind at ease; there is no one in this world who can handle me, He Yuzhu."

Bureau Chief Li stared at him steadily for two seconds, his eyes grew hot, and he gave his shoulder a heavy pat: "Then... you must take care."

The moment the delegation stepped into the airport terminal, they sensed that the atmosphere was unusually oppressive.

The security check at the exit was strict to the extreme. A large number of military police were fully armed, with long guns and short cannons pointed right in front of them. Their leather boots stepped on the marble floor, making a loud "clack-clack" sound. There was a guard every three steps and a sentry every five, and police dogs were sniffing back and forth with their tongues out, almost turning every corner inside out.

Anyone who was even half a beat slow in taking out their documents would immediately be handcuffed and taken aside for separate questioning.

Bureau Chief Li spotted a gap, pressed against He Yuzhu's ear, and whispered in a breathy voice: "Factory Director He, if they really detain you, do you truly have the confidence to escape safely without ending up in prison?"

He Yuzhu chuckled: "Lao Li, set your mind at ease. The person who can trap me, He Yuzhu, hasn't been born yet."

Bureau Chief Li's brows were knitted into a knot, his gaze occasionally glancing at the few FBI agents tailing the delegation.

Deputy Director Shi also leaned over and muttered in a low voice: "In my opinion, these people have really lost their minds. With the way things are today, it is truly risky for us to board the plane and leave safely."

He Yuzhu sneered and patted his shoulder: "When the boat reaches the bridge, it will naturally go straight. I don't believe they dare to openly detain our entire delegation."

Deputy Director Shi was infected by his fearless confidence, his tense shoulders relaxed slightly, and he managed to pull a smile onto his face.

The delegation checked their luggage and went through security in an orderly manner according to the procedure.

He Yuzhu kept a close watch; those few FBI agents were stuck to him like glue, not leaving his side even when he went to the restroom.

He Yuzhu did not just endure it blindly. Finding a gap where no one was paying attention, he suddenly struck, knocking a tall white agent unconscious with one palm and casually putting the person into his Personal Space.

Afterward, he entered the space himself, intending to interrogate him on the spot and pry useful intelligence from the other party.

The agent slowly woke up. One second he was in the noisy airport terminal, and the next he was lying on a patch of lush green grass, with cattle and sheep slowly lowering their heads to graze all around—it was truly a Taoyuan.

He widened his eyes and looked at He Yuzhu, exclaiming in shock: "You... you are He Jian? Where on earth did you bring me?"

He Yuzhu crossed his arms and smiled faintly: "The 'Shadow' you have been tracking day and night is me. This is my space. Your airports and your aircraft carriers were all bombed by me..."

Upon hearing this, the agent's face turned pale instantly. He knew he had stumbled upon a top-secret, and his life was likely in danger.

He simply hardened his heart, stiffened his neck, and declared: "He Jian, you found the wrong person. I am Ross, a senior agent of the FBI Counter-Terrorism Task Force. Death is death either way; I will not reveal a single bit of useful intelligence to you!"

He Yuzhu's mouth curled up, and he unhurriedly drew a Dagger: "If you refuse to confess the truth today, I will let you taste what it means to wish you were dead."

As the words fell, the Dagger plunged directly into his thigh. The agent instantly let out a shrill, pig-like scream.

He Yuzhu struck again with a backhand, and under the intense pain, the man rolled and wailed all over the grass.

He Yuzhu squatted down and asked slowly: "Are you going to talk or not? What is your purpose in biting onto me and not letting go? Are you planning to arrest me by force?"

Ross was trembling all over from the pain and finally gritted his teeth and spoke: "The superiors originally planned to arrest you on the spot, but the order was changed at the last minute. This time they will let you go; we are just putting on a show... I don't know exactly how they plan to deal with you. But I can be certain that you will absolutely not be able to return to your country alive."

After saying this, he still wore a look of being ready to die for his cause.

He Yuzhu's eyes narrowed, and after a moment of thought, he saw through the situation. He cursed: "What a bunch of beasts. I understand now. You are letting me board the plane just to launch missiles in the Pacific Ocean airspace to shoot down the entire passenger plane... Your hearts are too vicious!"

Ross's expression changed suddenly. He had also felt it was very abnormal for his superiors to change the arrest order at the last minute, but he had never thought that the other side intended to shoot down a civilian flight directly.

"Where is your FBI Bureau Chief now? I want to ask him in person why he would do such a ruthless thing."

Ross answered without hesitation: "Our Bureau Chief is resting in his office on the top floor of the Hufo Dasha right now. He stayed up all night working on official business. If you have the ability, you can go directly to confront him!"

The identity of this agent named Ross was not simple. He was not an ordinary field agent; he had served in the FBI Counter-Terrorism Task Force for over ten years, had deep seniority, and it was not strange for him to know the Bureau Chief's whereabouts.

He Yuzhu's heart sank suddenly: these people's methods were far more vicious than he had anticipated, so he could not be blamed for striking back.

A cold arc curled at the corner of his lips: "Fine, I will bring your Bureau Chief here to keep you company later."

Ross widened his eyes in disbelief: "Impossible! Absolutely impossible. You can't even leave this airport smoothly; you can't possibly reach the Bureau Chief."

He Yuzhu could not be bothered to explain further, chopped the other party unconscious with one palm, stripped off the agent's uniform in a few quick moves to put it on himself, and put on a Monie Mianju of a white man's appearance.

With a thought, he used the Space-Time Shuttle to arrive directly at the Bureau Chief's lounge on the top floor of the Hufo Dasha.

As soon as his vision cleared, he saw a man lying on the bed with his limbs spread out, snoring like thunder, with an official document scattered at the head of the bed.

He Yuzhu made no extra moves, directly put the person into his Personal Space, and the next instant, he shuttled back to the airport terminal.

At this time, the boarding gate had already opened, and Bureau Chief Li was standing on tiptoes, looking around for his figure.

At this time, those agents following He Yuzhu were looking for the missing Ross.

He Yuzhu walked quickly out of the restroom, mixed into the flow of the delegation, and checked his ticket to board the plane. The moment he stepped into the cabin, his premonition grew stronger—there were no other ordinary passengers on the entire plane besides the members of the Huaxia delegation.

Even if they launched a missile and blew it up, those people from M Country could make up countless excuses, letting the real truth become a mystery.

The cabin door closed slowly, and the low roar of the plane's engines reached inside the cabin.

The passenger plane began to taxi and accelerate. The more He Yuzhu thought about it, the more alarmed he became. He leaned into Bureau Chief Li's ear and whispered: "Lao Li, I have a very bad premonition that these Americans are preparing to kill everyone on this plane."

Bureau Chief Li looked stunned: "It wouldn't go that far, would it?"

He Yuzhu raised his hand to signal him to be quiet: "I am going to the restroom. No one should come to disturb me. I must carefully calculate the follow-up countermeasures."