Conan: Begins to collaborate with Miss Bayonetta and become famous

Chapter 708 Climb a plane with bare hands!

Belarus.

In a vast plain, the breeze blew the grass.

"McAllen, McCarran, did you get it?"

"McAllen."

A man in a ghillie suit stood up from the bushes: "Damn it!"

"Where is the liquor team leader?"

"I can't talk right now." McAllen observed the giant plane in front of him through a telescope.

"The target cargo is still on the plane." Lant urged.

"Of course I know that!" McCarron zoomed in and checked: "We are currently working on Plan B. Strictly speaking, it should be Plan C."

“It’s not going very well.”

"I realize that, Brent."

"You're not helping. Where's the liquor?"

"I don't know. We're not communicating."

"We can't let that plane take off. The target cargo is still on it."

"Do you understand?"

"We're working on it." A strange man's voice came through the headset.

"Old Black, what are you doing there?"

"You were supposed to be on duty in Malaysia."

Lao Hei walked down the steps from the high platform: "I am in Malaysia. I have been here for two days."

"McAllen needs my help."

"Huh?" McCullen quickly retorted: "I don't need your help, I just... need assistance."

"These are obviously two different things."

Brent covered his face helplessly, staring at the real-time monitoring screen with despair: "The target cargo is still on the plane."

"We knew the target cargo was still on the plane, and our plan was to disable the plane remotely."

"You can do it, right?" Brent frowned.

Lao Hei came to the switch, plugged in the wires, and adjusted the buttons: "As long as the pilot doesn't turn off the satellite uplink channel, we can."

"He's right."

"Then how do you access the uplink channel?" Brent asked curiously.

"Gotta hack a Russian satellite."

Brent smiled bitterly: "I can't authorize this."

"So I didn't ask for permission either."

"Please." Brent remained calm and rational: "We are being investigated by the organization for inappropriate behavior."

"The target cargo is still on the plane. What do you want to do?"

Lao Hei retorted mercilessly: "Why are you so stubborn?"

"Boom, boom, boom! Boom, boom, boom!"

The plane started to take off.

"Um...Old Black." McAllen was a little incoherent.

"I'm showing a heat surge here, McCarron."

"The plane's engines are starting."

"I'm not blind, I found it." McCarron watched the plane speed up, "But I can't connect to the satellite, so I can't do anything."

"Click!" Lao Hei pulled down the device: "McAllen! Connected!"

"Great!" McAllen threw the telescope aside and picked up the tablet to operate it.

"Repeat! The target cargo is still on the plane!"

Lao Hei calmly commanded: "Turn off the fuel pump."

"Uh..." McAllen wiped the sweat from his forehead: "The mechanical system failed..."

“What about the power system?”

"Maybe...it will work."

"Do not."

"Hydraulic system."

"No, it's encrypted again."

"McCarran! That plane!"

"Yes! I know! The target cargo is still on the plane!"

"I know!"

Suddenly, a man ran out from the plain, swinging his arms.

Driving quickly towards the plane, he was Baijiu.

"Can you open the door?"

Hearing Baijiu's voice coming from the headset, Brent was stunned for a moment, frowned slightly and confirmed: "Baijiu, where are you?"

"I'm at the plane, McCarran, can you open the door?"

"Can I open the door..." McCarron looked around and smacked his lips: "Maybe."

He tapped the screen quickly and entered instructions.

"Follow my instructions! And open the door!"

Baijiu came to a hillside and the wing of an airplane just passed by, "bang!" He grabbed the wing with both hands and his hair was blown back.

Simply adjust the balance, follow the wing, face the wind resistance, move forward with difficulty, make a big swing, and hold the handrails outside the fuselage tightly.

"I'm on the plane! Open the door!"

"How did you get in?" Brent asked puzzled.

"Not inside! It's on the plane."

"Open the door!"

McCarron was stunned: "You are really playing with your life..."

Baijiu was seen holding the door handle tightly, his body fixed on the side without moving, facing the direction of McAllen.

"Open the door!"

"Yes, yes, yes! Okay, okay!" McAllen came to his senses and immediately began the cracking process.

"Hunk!" The captain pressed the control device and the plane began to speed up.

"McAllen! Open the door! Now!" Brent stared at the screen: "The plane is about to take off!"

"Okay! I'm trying!"

"boom----"

The plane began to take off, the ground became farther and farther away from him, and a feeling of weightlessness surged into Baijiu's heart.

He swung his legs, trying to keep his balance.

"Hurry up...hurry up, hurry up!" McAllen tapped the screen desperately.

"Okay! Done!"

Baijiu sighed helplessly: "You opened the wrong door!"

All I saw was the cargo hold door at the rear of the plane was open.

Lao Hei hurriedly reminded: "McAllen! It's not that door! It's the other one!"

"Another... Yes, that's right, another door." McCarron frantically operated: "Okay, sorry, blame me, blame me."

Inside the cab, the screen was buzzing.

The captain blinked slightly and signaled his assistant to go to the rear with a gun to check.

"Okay! Listen, I'm going to open the side door."

"Hum!" The door slowly opened and the white wine was directly sucked in. At the critical moment, he pinched his hand in the gap to maintain balance.

He calmed his frightened heart and looked at the warhead device marked with a biological virus tied in a frame in front of him.

"Thump thump thump!" A Russian man came over with a rifle.

He looked at the padlock below being unlocked and fell into deep thought. Then he turned around and found Baijiu holding up the cargo box with his back.

They attempted to push each other down from a great height, and the two looked at each other.

Baijiu raised an eyebrow and shrugged before pressing a button and knocking the cargo backwards.

"Hey, hey, hey!" The man reached forward, but it was too late.

The liquor had already fallen down.

The cargo slowly sinks to the ground in the air using parachutes.