radicalducati Chapter 836 Vermouth: He will definitely
Chapter 836 Vermouth: He will definitely
The shock in Baijiu's mind was like a stone dropped into a deep pool, instantly swallowed by the torrent of survival. His hands and feet did not hesitate for a moment, like a sophisticated rock climbing machine, moving swiftly and steadily up the jagged rock face!
Above, the scattered debris turned into a more dangerous rockfall! The rocks grew larger and larger, crashing down with a whistling sound!
Baijiu's eyes flashed, and his body suddenly moved several meters to the left like a gecko!
He lowered his head, his gaze penetrating the swirling snow and mist, locking onto the still stubbornly wriggling black figure below—Mojito! That face could no longer be called a face, its eyes hollow, its flesh a bloody mess, like a zombie crawling out of the abyss of hell!
A cold smile bloomed on Baijiu's lips: "Goodbye."
Before he finished speaking, his left arm shot out like lightning, his five fingers clasping the hanging steel cable tightly like iron hooks! His arm muscles tensed, and he pulled it downwards with all his strength!
“Crack—crunch—!”
The already shaky hook instantly broke free! With a sharp scream that tore through the air, it smashed down fiercely towards Mojito's head like a vengeful meteor hammer!
Blind Mojito felt a gust of wind blowing in his face! He didn't even have time to react.
"Pfft——!"
A tooth-grinding, muffled sound like a ripe watermelon bursting!
The body that was as tenacious as a cockroach finally lost all vitality and fell towards the eternal dark abyss below like a puppet with broken strings!
A few seconds later——
"Boom——!!!"
A dull roar came from the bottom of the abyss, followed by a fleeting flash of faint fire.
"Save me from getting cremated..." Baijiu muttered, emotionless in his voice, only the exhaustion of surviving a disaster. He took a deep breath of icy air, suppressed the turbulent blood, and once again focused all his will on climbing. The most dangerous enemy had been eliminated, but the ultimate mission—to obtain the controller and press the button before the countdown reached zero—remained unfulfilled!
Hut, countdown!
Time beats relentlessly like a cold iron hand gripping the heart: [00:49].
"McAllen, listen carefully," Old Black's voice came through the headset, as steady as a rock, as if time had frozen around him, "Now, unscrew that screw counterclockwise."
The more desperate the situation, the more absolute calm is needed. Panic is like a plague, and Lao Hei is the wall that isolates the plague.
"Okay... okay..." McAllen's voice trembled uncontrollably, and sweat slid down his temples like streams, dripping onto the exposed wires, making a slight "sizzling" sound.
"Move the panel away," Old Black's command was clear, "and you'll see the ground wire connecting the power supply and the fuse."
Vermouth stood aside, trying to remain calm, but her right hand, holding the powerful flashlight, trembled slightly uncontrollably, and the beam swayed on the dense cables. She pursed her lips tightly and forced herself to take a deep breath.
"I...I saw it." McAllen's voice was dry.
"Very good." Lao Hei's encouragement was like a shot in the arm. "When the time is up, cut that green thread immediately! Remember! Cut it only when the time is up! Don't move now!"
"Okay... I know..." McCarron's brows knitted together, sweat blurring his vision. "I won't make such a low-level mistake..."
"That's good." Lao Hei's voice seemed relieved. "Now... we can only wait for news from Baijiu..."
Cliffs, race for life and death!
Baijiu's arms, like tireless pistons, alternately climbed the icy rock face! His fingers dug into the narrow cracks, his toes precisely finding every tiny bump for leverage! His movements were smooth, swift, and full of power!
How could this be a novice climbing? Clearly a seasoned expert! Every movement is precise and efficient, every application of force perfectly timed! A professional climber would be astonished if they saw this!
Perhaps in a parallel universe, he is not an agent walking on the edge of life and death, but a rock climbing legend who has conquered the world's cliffs and won countless trophies.
"Baijiu! Can you hear me? We are ready to cut the wires!" Lao Hei asked.
"White wine! Please answer!" Lao Hei asked again.
McCarron held his breath, staring intently at the green line that determined his fate. His heart was beating so hard it almost burst through his chest! He felt like he was about to suffocate!
"Vermouth..." McAllen's voice was as thin as a mosquito, filled with great fear.
"Huh?" Vermouth suddenly came back to her senses. She was almost deaf because of excessive tension.
"Vermouth..." Macallan's voice trembled, "How...how do we know if he got the detonator key?!"
"He will get it." Lao Hei's voice was firm and full of unquestionable conviction.
“No…no…” McAllen asked again: “But how do we know?!”
"He will definitely get it done!" Lao Hei's voice suddenly rose, like a thunderclap, with the power to penetrate everything!
“That’s right.” Vermouth took a deep breath, and a nearly divine light of determination appeared on her face, as if she was announcing a prophecy that would surely come true: “He will.”