Farming Life Starting in Africa

This sudden and inexplicable questioning left Ethan Hunt completely bewildered, leaving him utterly confused.

Ethan frowned slightly and replied honestly, "I've been at the IMF headquarters since 11:00 AM, staying in my room handling communications and making work calls. I haven't gone anywhere else."

Actually, he was on the phone with his girlfriend explaining what had happened, trying to come up with a good reason. After all, the kidnappers had come knocking on his door; there's no such thing as a kidnapping without a reason.

Robert Dewey sighed softly. He already knew in his heart that all the staff at the base, the surveillance footage, and the entry and exit records could perfectly confirm Ethan's whereabouts, and he definitely had nothing to do with the matter reported by the Department of Defense that morning.

However, the pressure from above to cooperate in the investigation was immense, and the matter was both absurd and bizarre, leaving him no choice but to treat it with utmost care.

"At noon we received an urgent request for assistance from the Department of Defense and Joint Base Andrews, which included a photo of a person who looks exactly like you."

As he spoke, Robert Dewey flipped through the pile of documents on the table, pulled out an A4-sized printed photograph, and handed it over.

Ethan Hunt looked down and was dumbfounded, his mind racing with question marks!

The background of the photo is the vast and boundless sky, with layers of clouds surging and drifting, and the style of the picture is so outrageous that it breaks through everyone's understanding.

In the very center of the image, an M8 light tank with a giant parachute is suspended in mid-air, slowly descending.

On top of the tank's turret stood a man, his hands steadily manipulating an M2HB heavy machine gun, firing it high in the air with graceful and efficient movements.

What kind of surreal scene is this? A tank taking off with a parachute? And someone operating a heavy machine gun from the turret of a suspended tank? Is military research becoming this outrageous? They've given tanks the ability to fly?

But what truly sent chills down his spine and made his body stiffen was not the mind-blowing image of the flying tank.

Instead, it was the dashing man on the tank, with a chiseled face and distinct features!

This is my own face! How can someone pick up their own face like this?!

For so many years, I've always been the one imitating others; now it's finally my turn to be imitated...

After a brief moment of shock, Ethan quickly regained his composure and solemnly clarified, "Chief, I have been stationed at the base the entire day and have not gone out, much less appeared in the tank in the sky."

"I know." Robert Dewey nodded, his expression softening slightly. "We now have all the evidence to prove your innocence. Moreover, the information from the investigation indicates that this suspected person has already fled to the Canadian border. You have been in Washington the entire time, thousands of miles away, so we can already rule out your suspicion. However, due to procedural requirements, you will need to cooperate with the Department of Defense to complete the routine investigation for the time being."

Ethan Hunt nodded silently, offering no further explanation.

He had been a spy for many years, risking his life and experiencing countless ups and downs. He had been suspected, plotted against, and framed far too many times.

But he really didn't expect that he would be impersonated one day, and in such an outrageous and reckless way.

Which despicable, bizarre, and insane person is it that, with his face on, went up on a suspended tank high in the sky and risked their life shooting at drones?

That thing was hanging in mid-air and falling without any protection. One wrong move and it would be a fatal crash, turning people into mincemeat. This kind of reckless driving is truly fearless!

After bidding farewell to the damp grass and water vapor by the lake, the group completely left behind the desolate forest and swamp and arrived at a small town.

Bosco quickly and efficiently "borrowed" a full-size black Suburban from an unused parking spot on the side of the road.

This vehicle is large and has a solid chassis, making it a true North American off-road tough guy. It is quite comfortable to drive on highways and through rural roads.

The group of people deftly opened the car doors and sat down. The heavy doors closed, shutting out the howling wind outside. The engine roared in a deep rumble, and the car steadily accelerated, speeding towards the northern US-Canada border.

Speaking of this US-Canada border, it is the most unique border in the world.

It is the world's longest undefended land border, stretching for thousands of kilometers. There are no cold, high walls or dense sentry posts; most sections consist of a grassy buffer zone and a few inconspicuous boundary markers.

Logically speaking, the journey from Washington, D.C. to Canada is not far at all, and we should have flown there back then.

However, when they broke out at high altitude, Murdoch deliberately took a long detour to shake off the relentless pursuit of drones, and ended up not leaving the United States, wasting a lot of time and effort.

The passengers chatted about what had happened in the sky. Their transport plane had been bombed, but they had managed to land safely, which was something to brag about for quite some time.

Unable to contain his curiosity, Rosen finally asked, "Murdoch, to be honest, I still don't understand how you managed to make that Hercules perform the roll maneuver?"

This is truly challenging people's understanding.

From its inception, the C130 Hercules was designed as a reliable transport vehicle, serving as an aerial cargo truck, with absolutely no room for aerobatic maneuvers, and certainly not for any fancy maneuvers.

It's worth noting that this behemoth has a wingspan of 40 meters, making it a typical high aspect ratio flexible wing. It also carries four heavy turboprop engines, resulting in inherently poor torsional rigidity.

When performing extreme maneuvers like a roll, the wings have to withstand unimaginable torsional moments, leaving almost no room for error.

If the rotation speed is even slightly faster, the wing load will directly exceed the limit, the fuselage will vibrate uncontrollably, and it will disintegrate in the air in a matter of minutes, turning itself into a stick.

But if the speed is too slow, it will flip upside down and enter an inverted flight posture.

Even more critically, the C130 is a high-wing, four-engine propeller aircraft, whose structure is inherently vulnerable to being flipped upside down.

Once the engine is inverted, the gravity-fed lubrication system will stop working, causing the engine bearings to dry-grind instantly, and the entire engine will be completely scrapped in no time.

The most outrageous thing is that the Hercules was not empty at all! The cabin was actually loaded with tanks and helicopters, the load was not low at all, and the center of gravity was extremely unstable.

Rosen racked his brains but couldn't find a suitable word to describe Murdoch's actions. This was beyond what could be described as technical skill; it was pure madness, gambling the entire aircraft's life on its limits.

Faced with Rosen's shock, Murdoch remained calm and composed, leaning back in his seat. "It's very simple. When the fuselage is close to its structural limits, there will be subtle noises and vibrations. As long as I listen to this wonderful sound, I know where the bottom line of this precious thing is, and I can operate it at the critical point."