chsdbacks Chapter 863 It Knows Who I Am
Chapter 863 It Knows Who I Am
Airport hall.
Liquor and Grace walk side by side, seemingly leisurely, but in fact there are undercurrents.
Just after taking a few steps, two eye-catching red warning boxes popped up silently on the edge of the Baijiu AR glasses, locking onto the faces of the two approaching agents.
One of them is of his "old friend" vodka.
Baijiu naturally and gentlemanly held Grace's shoulders with the attitude of an intimate partner, allowing her to complete a 180-degree turn and cleverly change the direction of travel.
His pace quickened and the rhythm increased suddenly, as if the video was played at double speed.
After walking a few steps and thinking he was out of the other person's direct line of sight, he quickly slowed down and blended into the flow of passengers around him.
To use an inappropriate metaphor -
He successfully disguised himself and Grace as an ordinary couple strolling through the airport, perhaps a little hurried but still affectionate.
Grace keenly noticed this subtle change and asked in a low voice, "Now...are we going to run?"
Baijiu's lips moved slightly, and his voice was almost inaudible: "Not for now."
In a crowded command room, fighting alone.
Lao Hei was the only one left in the room.
He stared at the surveillance footage representing McAllen. There had been no sound from the other end of the screen for nearly two minutes. This abnormal silence made Lao Hei worried.
It wasn't that he was worried about McCarron's life (that guy was pretty tough).
Instead, I am more worried that this teammate with unconventional thinking will come up with some incomprehensible "devious ideas" under extreme pressure, which may even make the situation worse.
"McAllen, how's the bomb going?" Old Black's voice came through the headset, trying to break the silence.
In the logistics channel.
"Hurry up... hurry up... please, why isn't it opening yet..." McAllen almost used up all his brute force, and finally took out a... a metal foot scraper used to scrape dead skin off the feet from a suitcase filled with clothes?
He can't care about that anymore!
In the face of nuclear bombs, is there any room for hesitation or disgust?
A tool that can dismantle things is a good tool! But… the smell is really a bit intoxicating, with a strong "smell of life" belonging to a stranger.
"Crack!"
A crisp sound of metal popping was heard!
Without a doubt, this was one of the most beautiful sounds McAllen had ever heard in his life, and it could even be called one of the happiest moments in his life!
A huge joy instantly filled his heart, but unfortunately there were no spectators around to witness his historic "unboxing" moment.
It felt like a homeless person who hadn't had a hot meal for a month, and woke up to find himself sitting in the middle of a five-star Michelin buffet restaurant!
"I opened it!" Macallan certainly would not forget to share this (temporary) joy with Old Black, even though the nuclear bomb was still lying inside intact.
He is such a simple person who is easily satisfied, even if it is just a small progress -
This is also why he can stay in the liquor group, which is under huge pressure but always creates miracles.
"Click... click..."
With the sound of the precise mechanism inside turning, a white metal cylindrical device slowly rose from the pried open shell, revealing its "true appearance" -
Or is it its more threatening "second form"?
McCarron quickly suppressed his shock and immediately reported to Lao Hei: "This is a column combination lock!"
"There are eight dials in total," he blinked hard at his sore eyes, quickly scanning the densely packed inscriptions. "It looks like... each dial has 14 letter options."
"In that case, the number of possible combinations is 14 to the eighth power, which is over 15 billion."
Lao Hei's answer was unusually calm. When he said the number "1.5 billion", his tone was as flat as if he was saying "15 kinds", as if this was a number that could be easily cracked.
"That's about the same..." McCarron didn't even have the energy to complain.
He wiped the beads of sweat rolling down his forehead. Just when he felt desperate and clueless, his eyes, which were almost exhausted due to fatigue and tension, suddenly widened again, filled with incredible horror!
"Oh my God..." He gasped.
"What's wrong?" Old Black's voice remained steady, but upon closer inspection, he seemed to have a hint of tension. "Don't tell me there's another nuclear bomb hidden inside. If that's the case... the number of combinations would be around three billion."
McCarron's voice began to tremble, and he stammered, "The letters on the dial... it... they spelled out a message on their own! It's really weird, you know?"
"It says... 'YOU ARE DUNN.'"
McAllen shook his head violently, trying to use the violent movement to dispel the cold chill and strong feeling of dizziness that ran up his spine.
"It...it's like it was specially prepared for me..." He pursed his lips subconsciously, and even tasted the salty taste of sweat sliding down his face. "Do you understand...?"
(Note: DUNN and DONE are pronounced very similarly)
"No, no, no," Old Black immediately denied the terrible association in McAllen's mind and quickly changed the subject, saying firmly, "It can't be 'over'!"
He was speaking to McCarron as much as to himself. The most important thing at this moment was to steady McCarron's mind, which was about to collapse.
He understood McCarron's fear. If it weren't for that strange line of text, McCarron might have already begun to try to defuse the bomb, relying on past experience and a sense of urgency. But the problem lay in that line of text!
It feels like a dog you once had that died and was buried three years ago.
But in the quiet of a certain morning, it silently appears at your bedside, staring at you motionlessly, and then says to you in clear human language: "I'm here to find you."
"Don't worry, McAllen, we won't be finished." Lao Hei repeated, trying to make his voice sound more gentle and reliable.
"No, no, no," McAllen seemed to have temporarily suppressed the overwhelming fear, and his tone became strangely calm.
He corrected, "It doesn't say 'DONE'..."
"It says 'DUNN'! It's Dunn! It's my last name! Do you understand?"
McAllen's facial muscles were completely tense, and his voice was filled with creepiness.
"..."
Lao Hei fell silent for a moment, a chill creeping up his spine.
Yes, McCarron is no longer the rookie who would panic and shout "It's over, it's over" when something happened.
No, it’s still that rookie.
But what kind of storms has he not seen?
The fear he felt just now did not stem from a fear of the mission, but rather...
"The most terrifying thing now is..." McAllen lowered his voice very low, as if afraid of being heard by the device.
"It...it actually knows who I am."
The atmosphere instantly dropped to freezing point.
Caught in unprecedented, suffocating tension.