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"Probably." Lin Chen nodded.

“That Mentis Church is really terrible, they can even drop this kind of information…” Black Sword said.

At this moment, Li Zhanyi's voice came:

"Attention, the target is leaving the villa!"

At this moment, a light drizzle drifted into the cabin and landed on Li Zhanyi's bangs.

She was holding a QBU-202, aiming at the white Ferrari 296 that had driven onto the highway.

He's heading south.

"Received. Stop him. Can you do it?" Lin Chen looked out the window.

"It's nothing."

A deep blue light shone in Li Zhanyi's eyes as she gazed at the white Ferrari, her mind flashing with visions of the future...

Pull the trigger!

"Oh!"

The .338 Lapua Magnum streaked through the rain, hurtling towards the speeding Ferrari...

It immediately and accurately hit Tom Connell in the driver's seat!

The Ferrari slowed down more and more until it came to a complete stop in the middle of the road.

A gray rift tore open, and Black Sword led Lin Chen out, arriving beside the Ferrari.

Tom was lying in the driver's seat with a gunshot wound in his back.

Hearing footsteps, he looked up and gave Black Sword a pathetic smile.

"Black Sword, I've heard so much about you," Tom murmured, "I've finally waited for you..."

"Being killed by me is an honor for you; at least you didn't die at the hands of some nobody," Black Sword said coldly.

"Too bad...you won't be able to see me tonight..."

Tom gave the black sword the middle finger with a provocative smile.

Then, his body turned into pale blue particles and disappeared.

"Is this fake too?" Lin Chen frowned.

"This kid is so good at splitting himself into two..." Black Sword said calmly. "But this way, he'll probably be overdrawn. It looks like he's struggling with his spiritual awareness."

"What do we do next?" the military officer asked.

"Go back and interrogate that confidant of his, give him a beating and he'll spill everything."

The black sword grabbed Lin Chen's hand, cleaved through subspace, and traversed once more.

"Aren't you dizzy, senior..." After landing, Lin Chen rubbed his head.

"I'm not dizzy," Black Sword looked at Lin Chen strangely, "Otherwise, why would I wear such heavy armor?"

So your armor is for warp travel?! Then consider me! I'm not wearing any armor!

While Lin Chen was ranting and raving in his heart, Black Sword had already walked up to Tom's confidant and lifted him up.

"Hey kid, where's your master?" Black Sword asked.

"None of your business!" the confidant roared.

Black Sword punched him in the face.

"Snapped!"

"Will you talk or not? If you don't, I'll beat you to death!" Black Sword shouted.

......

Chapter 27 Helicopter Shooter (First and Second Updates)

After being beaten by Black Sword, the confidant looked like he was on the verge of death and could faint at any moment.

“This kid’s pretty tough,” Black Sword said, fiddling with the syringe. “Don’t rush, I’ll get him some combat sustain, then we can keep going…”

"Senior, do you always work this roughly...?" Lin Chen couldn't help but feel embarrassed.

It's hard to imagine that under that armor is a petite young girl... or at least she looks like a young girl.

"Do you want to show me your abilities?" Black Sword looked at Lin Chen.

"You can give it a try."

Lin Chen squatted down in front of his confidant. He was on the verge of death, his eyes filled with despair.

Despair gripped him; his emotions were churning violently.

Taking advantage of his despair, Lin Chen invaded his history, and the "Mirage City" crashed down—

"I have a mission tonight. The cargo from Super America is arriving at the port..." Tom Connell's voice came through. "I should have the decoy drive the car home... to create two decoys..."

"If anything goes wrong, it will definitely be the work of Mentis, understand?"

"...!"

Lin Chen suddenly opened his eyes and pressed his earpiece.

"Is anyone in the Quick Response Division office?" Lin Chen asked.

"This is Louis, I'm here," Louis's voice came through the phone.

The interview is over... Lin Chen thought to himself, and quickly said:

"Check all cargo ships arriving from Super America that are scheduled to arrive tonight."

"receive."

A dozen seconds later, Louis responded:

"SA-1451, there is only one of these ships. It is expected to dock at the port in Mianyu District tonight and should enter the sea from the estuary soon."

"receive."

Lin Chen stood up and looked at his trusted confidant lying against the wall.

The confidant was looking at Lin Chen with a look of horror, his blood-stained hands trembling uncontrollably.

"You...how did you..."

Lin Chen bent down and struck him on the neck, knocking him unconscious.

Then, he looked at the black sword and said:

"Senior, if we want to intercept a cargo ship, I'm afraid we'll have to call for backup from the bureau."

“No,” Black Sword shook his head. “Strictly speaking, we are also NOC for these black operations. If a large-scale conflict is going to occur, we should try not to call for any conspicuous support from the department.”

"Then what should we...?"

“Just order an attack helicopter from the dark web,” Black Sword said. “Have you ever played Call of Duty?”

"I've played it."

"Have you ever gotten the Helicopter Shooter title? Don't tell me you're a noob who's never gotten it."

"Of course I've done it," Lin Chen said dismissively. "That game was super easy."

“Great, then you’ll be the helicopter gunner and I’ll fly the helicopter.”

Lin Chen: ......?

Me, me?

......

Ten minutes later.

Lin Chen sat in the gunner's seat of the armed helicopter, looking at the HUD in front of him with some confusion.

He had two joysticks: left trigger for the machine gun, right trigger for the missiles...

Holy crap, Call of Duty wasn't lying, this is really how it's played!

"Da da da da da..."

The helicopter cut through the night and flew towards the estuary.

Just now, Black Sword made a phone call, quickly discussed the price, and then took Lin Chen to wait at the villa entrance.

Less than ten minutes later, an armed helicopter landed in the courtyard.

Black Sword immediately took out his Black Gold Card, swiped it for 100,000 from the pilot, and then beckoned Lin Chen to board the plane.

Lin Chen immediately understood why the black gold card given by the Secret Service had such a large credit limit.

Calling for an armed helicopter costs 100,000 yuan; it would be strange if that amount wasn't large!

“Radar has detected cargo ship SA-1451,” Black Sword said from the driver’s seat. “It’s still on the high seas. Let’s finish this quickly.”

"Senior, what do you think the 'goods' they're transporting might be?" Lin Chen asked.

“I don’t know. The CIA likes to smuggle weird stuff into other countries, usually to smear them,” Black Sword commented. “Anyway, it’s on the high seas, and this helicopter’s registration number doesn’t belong to any power. We can just bombard it and take out that pretty boy Tom Connell.”

"That's really simple and straightforward."

At this moment, Jiang Zhengge's voice came through the communication channel:

"Hey, is that you guys flying by in the sky? I've received the verification code."

“Yes, Xiao Jiang,” Black Sword replied, “you’re also on a mission in this area?”

“We’ve got our eye on a cargo ship, SA-1451, which is anchored in the Space Islands tonight,” Jiang Zhengge said. “Is it the same ship as yours?”

"It's the same ship, but... Space Islands?" Lin Chen was somewhat surprised. "Wasn't it docked at a port in the Mianyu District?"

"Looks like it's just a smokescreen," Black Sword chuckled.

The CIA they were tracking happened to be on the cargo ship that Section Chief Jiang and his team had their eyes on... and the ship even had a fabricated itinerary.

This is really quite a black operation.

“Our plan is to send Oswald up there so he can explore the Space Islands,” Jiang Zhengge said. “Lucy has been working on this for a while now, and she finally managed to find out when they arrived on the island. It turns out you guys have all come up with the same information.”

"People who aren't family don't enter the same door," Lin Chen said.

“With your cooperation, our operation will be much easier,” Jiang Zhengge said. “We originally planned to smuggle ourselves in by diving, but if you can make a commotion, we’ll just storm onto the ship.”

"Shall we go and take out your CIA friend, grab some loot, and run away, making it look like a robbery?"

"Robbery? Are you serious?" Lin Chen laughed.

"That makes perfect sense, kid. Didn't you see the Foundation's ads? They framed the fishman kid as 'colluding with pirates,' and said they'd invest more money in building up coastal defenses."

Even through the voice chat, Lin Chen could almost see the wicked smile on Jiang Zhengge's face.

"Based on past practices, this grant most likely ended up in the pocket of a high-ranking official at some foundation. Now we'll just play the pirates and force them to return the money."

How despicable... Lin Chen couldn't help but be impressed by Jiang Zhengge's meticulously planned scheme to prank people.

Section Chief Jiang is really good at making things difficult for the foundation.

“Attention, we are approaching the target,” Black Sword said. “Observe below.”

Lin Chen looked at the HUD and saw the outline of a cargo ship faintly visible on the misty sea.

At this very moment, on the deck of the cargo ship, Tom Connell was rubbing his head, looking like he had a headache.

“Both of my clones have been taken out,” he breathed softly. “I’ve been exposed. This job is over. I have to go back to America.”

“You’ve had a tough time, brother,” a trusted aide stood behind him. “Do you think those Red Gang members will let you go?”

“They don’t know I’m with the CIA, and neither does the Foundation, otherwise I would have been eliminated during the Rain City Star Carnival,” Tom sighed. “Alright, they’re here. Keep your voices down.”

Tom turned around and was met by three Red Gang members walking towards him.

"Oh, sir," the Red Gang thug gestured with his chin, "seasick?"

“A little bit, you know, a businessman like me isn’t really suited for life at sea…” Tom smiled.

“Hang in there, this is the last batch of building materials to be sent to the Space Islands,” the Red Gang thug patted Tom on the shoulder. “I have a question for you. There’s a canned cargo in first class, what’s that thing?”

"A gift from Mozhu Technology to the space city," Tom smiled charmingly, "I'm not quite sure what it is..."