radicalducati Chapter 870: Airport Chase! Wartime Killer!
Chapter 870: Airport Chase! Wartime Killer!
Airport hall.
"Get out of the way! Get out of the way!" Kava pushed the crowd roughly. It was more like he was using the weight of his entire body to force his way through.
His patience had long since worn out.
"Vodka! Run faster! Use that fat body of yours to carve a path for me!"
Kava yelled at Vodka, who was panting and almost foaming at the mouth beside him.
Vodka's current condition is no different from a corpse that is still breathing.
This extremely high-intensity pursuit almost exhausted all the exercise he had accumulated in the past three years.
"Ah... um..." He responded slowly like a mentally retarded child, drooling uncontrollably from the corners of his mouth, his eyes vacant.
Kava itself is also reaching the end of its rope.
The brief burst of energy brought by adrenaline has long since faded, followed by overwhelming fatigue and severe muscle soreness.
He half-bent over, his hands on his knees, and tried to give instructions, but was interrupted by waves of uncontrollable retching.
He desperately glanced at the endless stream of passengers with different expressions around him, and fell into deep confusion again.
I could clearly see the presence of the liquor just now, but how come in the blink of an eye, not even a trace of it can be found?
Above them, Baijiu was slowing down his pace leisurely, moving like a ghost in a relatively empty area.
On the other side, Macallan was running frantically on the other side of the airport according to Baijiu's last instructions.
His target was another upcoming flight—one to Rome, departing at the exact same time as Grace's.
This is the planned dispersed evacuation point.
Lao Hei looked like an exhausted old man. Perhaps the lights at the airport were too glaring, so he half-closed his eyes and carefully checked the detailed information of the ticket in his hand.
He and McCarran boarded the same plane.
Grace finally boarded the plane, but her heart was still hanging in the air.
The almost instinctive fear of liquor still followed her like a shadow, and she always felt that the stern face would appear at the cabin door in the next second.
Although she had not heard of the legendary rumors about white wine, she had the keen intuition of a beast - she believed that almost nothing could really stop that man.
She took a deep breath and found her seat.
The person sitting next to me was a middle-aged man in a suit with long hair.
She only glanced at it out of the corner of her eye and concluded:
This man did not pose the slightest threat to her.
Baijiu suddenly rushed out from the maintenance passage connecting to the rooftop, and at this moment he was running on the smooth and dangerous dome of the airport terminal!
This was the only way he could think of to escape the layers of blockade on the ground, although it was extremely difficult and dangerous.
But he still chose this gamble!
Fuck the intelligence and body!
Fuck destiny!
If everything in the future has already been deduced and predetermined, then what is the meaning of human life?
Are we to be like a group of puppets, following the routine and living a life that has been arranged and is lifeless?
On the second-floor stands below, Kava and Vodka were holding each other on the railing, looking around blankly like two lost children, with unspeakable embarrassment written all over their faces.
That expression is like a human suddenly traveling to a country composed entirely of aliens. You desperately try to explain with gestures and shouts that you have no hostility, but they only communicate with brain waves that you cannot understand, and have already pulled out things that look like weapons and pointed them at you.
Other members of the logistics and technical departments were also running around the airport hall like headless flies.
Because they don’t believe in the so-called artificial intelligence facial tracking system at all - that shit system has failed a long time ago!
Kava took a deep breath and tried to comfort himself: "He must be nearby... We must have been careless and didn't notice him..."
"That's right, we must have missed something..." He repeated it in a low voice over and over again, almost hypnotizing himself.
Why hasn't he completely collapsed yet?
Perhaps it was because of his previous experiences of mistaking people and being fooled that his psychological endurance had already been honed to be extremely "tough".
"Okay..." Kava finally gave a helpless smile. He couldn't deceive himself anymore. "Damn it... Let's keep looking."
He had no idea that while he was complaining, Baijiu was running on the huge curved sun visor above their heads as if it were flat ground.
Above the airport dome, a figure was running with an extremely agile, even graceful gait.
The afterglow of the setting sun stretched his back very long, and he passed over the long runway until the last ray of light sank into the horizon.
Tokyo, the wartime command center for the suppression of liquor.
The atmosphere here is completely different from the chaos of the airport. It is cold and orderly, with only the low hum of machines and the dense typing of keyboards.
"It uses shortwave wireless communications, electromagnetic audio recording, and cathode ray tube displays."
Gin moved in the corridor filled with retro surveillance equipment, the dim cold light of the screen reflecting his expressionless face.
“We no longer rely on any digital computing system to operate.”
He stared at the huge main screen in front of him, which was divided into hundreds of small surveillance screens, connecting every corner of the airport where Baijiu was located.
After the technical department's advanced AI face tracking system completely failed, command was immediately transferred here, switching to the most primitive yet most reliable manual visual search.
However, despite this, the image of white wine still did not appear in their "eyes" -
Because when they took over the surveillance, Baijiu had already climbed to the roof and disappeared from the sight of all regular cameras.
Gin continued to introduce the blond man beside him, "This safe house operates entirely on analog signals, which can effectively resist infiltration and interference from 'intelligent entities' that rely on digital environments."
"At the same time, this is also the command center for our operation to encircle Baijiu." Gin glanced at the blond man beside him and noticed the undisguised contempt for Baijiu on his face. His expression seemed to say, 'Do we need to mobilize such a large force to deal with such a person?'
"The fact that you're standing here listening to me explain all this..." Gin's voice was icy, carrying a hint of undeniable warning. "In a way, you should also be grateful to Baijiu for not killing you."
"If he is a truly cold-blooded, merciless machine who takes pleasure in killing, then the fate of you and me will probably only be a freezer in a funeral home."
"Yeah." The blond man nodded, forcing a slightly stiff smile, and quickly put away his contempt. "So, how exactly does the signal get in?"
"It's simple," Gin replied, his voice heavy with the weight of Cold War espionage. "We utilized the remaining architecture and backup channels of the Corona series of spy satellites deployed by the United States during the Cold War."
The blond man's face revealed a genuine look of disbelief. He slowly shook his head in amazement, "I never imagined... these strategic legacies, considered antiques, could still be used and function to this day..."