chsdbacks Chapter 855 A Familiar Trio
Chapter 855 A Familiar Trio
Inside the airport, a cramped temporary command room.
The three of them were squeezed into a confined space of less than ten square meters, and the air seemed to have become thick because of the heavy topic.
"A self-aware, autonomously learning... a digital parasite that devours and distorts the truth."
McCarron struggled to recount this daunting concept, his voice filled with disbelief and a profound sense of powerlessness.
He tried to stop the terrible imaginations that flooded his mind, tried to calm his pounding heart, and forced himself to digest this fact that subverted his cognition.
This feeling is like a person who lives a dull life commuting between two points, and wakes up one morning to find that the world has been destroyed by a zombie virus, civilization has collapsed, and the end of the world has come.
You slap your cheeks frantically, hoping to wake up from this nightmare, but no matter how many times you do it, the desperate scene before you remains unchanged.
At this moment, McAllen is deeply trapped in this huge cognitive shock and the pressure of reality.
"I say... Macallan." Baijiu's palm rested steadily on his shoulder, trying to convey a hint of strength. "We've been partners for so long. Which of the dangers we've experienced isn't more outrageous than this? How could you—"
"The world will end sooner or later anyway!" McAllen suddenly raised his head and forced an extremely forced and even distorted "professional smile" on his face.
"Let's destroy this fucking world!" But he immediately shook his head and said in self-denial, "No! At least let me have a relationship first before destroying it!"
He blinked, as if he had just jumped out of his thoughts, and looked at Baijiu blankly: "Huh? What were you talking about?"
"Hey!" Before Baijiu could reply, his attention was instantly diverted. His eyes lit up and he pointed at Baijiu's outfit. "Honestly, Baijiu, you look so handsome in this blue suit! Wait, send me a link!"
Baijiu shrugged helplessly, "This dress is custom-made and can't be bought on the market. Of course, if you don't mind, you can just wear mine."
"Forget it," Macallan laughed self-deprecatingly. "If I put it on, I'd probably look like a kid wearing adult clothes, or even end up in a terrible comparison between the buyer's show and the seller's? Haha."
"Alright, everyone." Lao Hei clapped his hands and brought the topic back on track. "Let's get back to business."
"Go ahead." McAllen immediately stopped smiling, crossed his hands on the table, and pretended to listen attentively. "Changing the atmosphere is good for your health."
"And with these two halves of the key," Old Black continued with McAllen's original topic, one of the keys lying quietly in the palm of his hand.
He adjusted the brim of his hat and said solemnly, "It's like having control, or in other words, the tools to communicate and even negotiate with that 'intelligence'."
"So...?" MacAllen tried to understand, then uttered the cold and cruel conclusion, "Governments of all nations, including the various factions within the organization, will stop at nothing to fight for this key... and kill us?"
Lao Hei nodded silently and added something more serious: "Including our former comrades."
"That's absolutely right." Baijiu's voice was calm but certain, confirming this worst guess.
"Oh my god..." McAllen's brows were furrowed. He took a deep breath, as if he needed more oxygen to sustain himself. "They're asking us to carry out a mission... that's doomed before it even begins."
"Strictly speaking," Lao Hei lowered his voice and added quietly, "From the moment we decided to intervene in this matter, every word we say now is a serious crime of treason, and we will be treated as the organization's number one traitor."
"Once we're caught," Lao Hei's tone sounded like he was joking, but there was no smile in his eyes. He was just stating a cold fact, "there will be at least a kilogram of bullets waiting to shoot us into a sieve."
From the moment Baijiu and Gin completely broke off their relationship, they had already embarked on this desperate journey with no way back.
"But for us," McAllen forced an optimistic smile again, trying to dispel the gloom, "isn't this just like everyday life? Every mission is like dancing on the edge of a knife."
"Yeah," Lao Hei also laughed, his smile showing the open-mindedness of someone who has experienced many ups and downs. "I'm used to it."
"But who says we are from the 'White Wine Group'?" Lao Hei smiled, opened his arms, and naturally put them on the shoulders of White Wine and Macallan, forming a small, solid circle of alliance.
He looked at Baijiu, who remained calm, and asked, "So, Commander, what should we do now?"
Baijiu calmly explained the current situation to the two: "There is a buyer who will fly in from Amsterdam on Flight 746. The plane will make a technical stop here for half an hour."
He lowered his voice and spoke the key message: "He will use this brief stopover to complete the deal and buy the half key we have."
"So logically speaking," McAllen stood up, took the half key from Old Black, and examined it carefully in his palm, "the buyer must have the other half of the key."
"Because that is the only way to verify the authenticity of the half in our hands." Lao Hei instantly understood the subtlety of the liquor plan.
"So..." McCarron once again played the role of "problem baby" and pressed for details. "How can we recognize him in a crowd?"
"Damn this," Baijiu took out a seemingly ordinary black device from his pocket. The size and shape were similar to an old MP3 player, with a slender slit on the upper part. The overall design was simple with a low-key sense of technology. If you look closely, you will find that it is actually cleverly disguised as a high-end lighter.
"What the hell? You're smoking now?" McAllen asked in surprise.
Baijiu shook his fingers and explained to the two of them quickly, "This device can detect the unique radioactive signature contained in the buyer's key. Using a lighter as a disguise is the least likely to arouse suspicion."
He put the "lighter" on the table, then took out a pair of fashionable-looking sunglasses and lightly tapped the temples with his fingers.
"This pair of glasses is equipped with the latest augmented reality (AR) system." He caught a glimpse of McLaren's curious and expectant eyes and handed them over without hesitation.
"It can help us accurately locate and identify the target." Baijiu spread out his hands and looked at the two of them. "It's simple, right?"
McCarron couldn't wait to put on his glasses. When he looked at the half key in his hand again, a clear red mark and a constantly jumping distance reading accurate to the centimeter instantly appeared on the lens.
He excitedly shook the keys left and right, and the numbers on the screen changed rapidly.
"Wow! This is really magical!" A childlike smile of pure curiosity appeared on Macallan's face, as if he was completely immersed in this novel equipment. "Wow! What will it show if I put it in my mouth?" He thought with his imagination running wild.