radicalducati Chapter 788: The first time I saw someone so stubborn
Chapter 788: The first time I saw someone so stubborn
A piercing ringing in his ears instantly pierced his brain! Experienced Baijiu, despite the dizziness, instinctively tried to save himself—he suddenly stretched out his arms, holding them at right angles to his ears!
He blinked his stinging eyes hard, trying to focus.
A vague mechanical prompt sound penetrated the tinnitus in my ears and echoed inside the helmet: "Altitude, 20,000 feet."
"Damn it..." Baijiu cursed inwardly and felt his calves go numb.
He immediately called out through the helmet's built-in communicator: "Mojito? Are you okay? Mojito?"
The sound seemed faint amid the whistling wind.
He looked around at the swirling sea of inky black clouds. Apart from the outline of the city below, whose lights were blazing like wildfire, flickering in his rapidly falling, distorted vision, there was no sign of Mojito.
Baijiu suddenly looked up and raised his voice: "Can you hear me? Mojito!"
My breathing started to quicken.
Deep down, he might have hoped that Mojito would just disappear, but his mind told him that if Mojito really died, he would be accused of being a traitor.
He had had enough of this unprovoked disaster and had to find him!
Suddenly, an out-of-control black shadow fell rapidly from the edge of vision like a meteor!
Baijiu's pupils shrank, and he ignored the pain in his calf. He tensed his body, adjusted his posture, and dived towards the small black dot at an accelerated speed!
Mojito's body rolled unconsciously in the air, his limbs stretched and twisted limply, as if being pulled wantonly by an invisible giant dark hand.
"Altitude, 15,000 feet." The cold system voice sounded again.
"Mojito!" Baijiu tried to wake him up, but immediately realized it was futile - the oxygen tube connected to Mojito's helmet had already fallen off! Without sufficient oxygen, there was no way he could wake up.
Baijiu decisively gave up calling and concentrated on how to get closer.
He held his arms close to his body, accelerating downward like a javelin, his fingers straining to reach Mojito's dangling ankle. After several attempts, his fingertips missed by a hair's breadth.
"Mojito!!" Baijiu roared, and the huge sound waves seemed to penetrate the wind!
This time, his fingers finally clasped Mojito's ankle tightly.
The two of them instantly entangled and pulled each other in the air, like an out-of-control sampan in a storm, swaying violently and irregularly.
Baijiu gritted his teeth and fought against the chaotic airflow with all his might.
He suddenly opened his legs, splitting them as wide as possible, and then stretched his calves backwards - this difficult posture adjustment finally allowed the two of them to stabilize temporarily.
He held Mojito's body tightly with one hand like an iron clamp, and with the other hand he tried desperately to reach the oxygen tube dancing wildly in the air.
Mojito's mask was completely covered with the moisture he exhaled, and his facial features could not be seen clearly.
Sweat dripped down his eyelids, but Baijiu didn't dare to slack off even for a moment.
Every subtle movement is a matter of life and death, and determines the direction of falling!
"Altitude, 10,000 feet."
"Damn it..." The airflow was as fierce as a knife, and he couldn't fix the interface at all!
To make matters worse, the back of Baijiu's hand accidentally touched the oxygen tank on Mojito's chest - and it felt deflated! His heart tightened, and he leaned forward to take a closer look -
Cold sweat instantly soaked his back! A hideous gash appeared on Mojito's oxygen tank! No wonder he was still breathing; it turned out the tank had blocked the fatal blow for him at the last moment!
"Altitude, nine thousand feet."
"Eight thousand feet."
"Seven thousand feet."
Time was running out! Baijiu's eyes flashed, and he made a decision. He quickly unhooked the spare oxygen tank from his chest and stuffed it into Mojito's arms. The oxygen reserve in his helmet was still sufficient, but this was undoubtedly a huge gamble!
"Six thousand feet!"
Finally! During the rapid descent, Baijiu successfully reinserted the oxygen tube into the Mojito helmet port! The moisture inside the mask dissipated at a visible speed!
The rest depends on the vitality of Mojito itself!
Baijiu's knuckles tapped rapidly against Mojito's helmet, his voice rising in pitch as the altitude dropped, his speech speed increasing:
"Wake up! Mojito! Wake up!"
"Altitude, five thousand feet!"
"Four thousand feet!"
"Three thousand feet!"
The system's alarm sounded shrilly: "Open the parachute! Open the parachute! Open the parachute!"
"Whoosh!" Baijiu manually pulled open Mojito's parachute without hesitation!
Below, the city’s bright lights are like a flowing galaxy, intertwined with the neon lights of skyscrapers.
Below my feet, the glass dome of a magnificent building emanated a warm golden glow, like a giant golden eye.
Baijiu has no time to appreciate this beautiful night view!
He was within striking distance of the golden vortex-like dome! And in the center of the vortex, a slender, cold lightning rod, like the fingertip of the god of death, pointed straight to the sky!
At a critical moment! Baijiu controlled the parachute and rushed straight towards the lightning rod!
Just before the collision, the parachute suddenly opened! The edge of the parachute fabric narrowly caught the tip of the lightning rod!
The huge impact force caused the liquor to hit the outer wall of the building like a pendulum!
He endured the shock, barely hooked his toes on the decorative protrusions on the edge of the building, and quickly untied the parachute cord buckle.
Unexpectedly, the contraction force of the parachute rope was extremely strong!
"Chi la——"
Baijiu's foot slipped and he instantly fell from the edge of the glass dome that was emitting warm yellow light!
The dome is made up of countless metal frames and glass, and the regularly arranged geometric lines are like golden veins.
The "black spot" of liquor rolled and slid rapidly on this "golden vein"!
He stretched his limbs as far as he could, trying to grab any bumps to slow down, but there was nowhere to hold on the smooth glass surface!
In this way, the white wine rolled and collided all the way, and finally fell heavily on a relatively flat glass platform below.
He staggered to his feet, supporting himself with his aching arm.
A black shadow landed steadily on the glass roof in front of him with two "thumps".
It was Mojito! He had clearly regained consciousness, his posture full of strength—his legs firmly apart, his hands deftly retrieving the parachute cords and rolling up the parachute fabric.
He turned his head and looked at the disheveled Baijiu, with a look of relief (even a bit of teasing) on his face.
After the parachute was folded up, he tapped the oxygen tube interface connected to his helmet, then raised his hand and pointed at Baijiu, saying in his signature, slightly provocative, joking tone:
"Hey, it looks like you lost your oxygen tube."
Baijiu glanced at him coldly. Although the other party's tone was full of provocation, it at least proved that Mojito knew that he had fainted and was rescued.
"I don't like this kind of humor." Baijiu's voice was cold.
Mojito didn't respond, but just imitated Baijiu, taking off his helmet and oxygen tank and throwing them on the ground, then followed him and moved down the maintenance stairs on the roof.
In front, there is an inconspicuous secret door embedded in the wall.
Baijiu took out a piece of wire from his pocket and turned his wrist deftly a few times.
"Click."
With a crisp sound of metal turning, he grasped the handle and pulled open the iron door that was shining with a cold light.
As soon as my left foot stepped into the darkness, the rhythmic low drum beats came faintly from below.
They descended a narrow metal staircase into a large space bathed in warm yellow light.
The interlaced giant steel beams, like the skeleton of a giant beast, support the entire structure.
Baijiu held onto the cold railing with one hand and quickened his pace as he walked up the narrow steel-framed passage. The dance floor below was packed with people, dancing to the vibrant music.
Baijiu pointed to a white-lit entrance in the distance, where the outlines of several burly bodyguards could be vaguely seen. "White Widow and Lark will meet there."
At the entrance, a bearded man was holding a black scanner, aiming it at the delicate black bracelet on a woman's wrist.
Two short flashes of red light appeared at the scanner interface.
The indicator light on the bracelet flashed twice.
The woman then twisted her charming body and walked slowly towards the frosted glass wall in front of her that reflected the hazy lights.