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"Holy shit!"
"Get out of the way!"
"Mommy, help me~~~"
"Axi!"
"..."
While it is said that everyone is equal, in reality, discrimination is rampant. For example, after the plane lands, business class passengers get off first, and then it is the turn of economy class passengers.
The commotion startled many passengers who had just disembarked, and various languages clashed and collided in the air at the same time.
"Captain, isn't this going to delay our business a bit too much?" Lucy Pallas whispered in Cao Han's ear.
indeed!
This reminder immediately made Cao Han realize that they had traveled thousands of miles to rescue Senior Bear Novsky and other people, not to prove anything to an old man they had never met.
And let's not forget the existence of the Treaty of Abraham!
Hybrids cannot easily reveal their existence to ordinary people.
"No wait!"
Cao Han had lost patience and didn't want to wait and see if this uniquely designed snowmobile had an exaggerated emergency braking system, or if the other party was trying to imitate the villains in some cheesy melodramas who react in a fraction of a second when they appear and perform a beautiful drift.
Then the car stopped precisely in front of Cao Han and his group at an almost perfect distance. Only then did the driver leisurely roll down the window and casually utter a few words:
“Здравствуйте (Hello!)”
What an international joke!
How could Cao Han possibly comply with the other party's wishes? He had already warned them, and if they didn't listen to his advice, then he couldn't be blamed.
There weren't many fancy moves.
You don't even need to move your body.
The snowmobile, which seemed to be speeding towards him at breakneck speed, appeared to him as slow as a snail crawling.
Stopping a car is very simple!
Just at the perfect moment, gently extend your right leg forward.
Then... at the instant flesh collided with metal, a tremendous "bang" was heard, and at the same time, a blizzard swept up, completely obscuring the view.
You can vaguely see that the front of the heavy snowmobile, weighing five tons, is firmly blocked, while its "rear end" is raised at an angle of nearly sixty degrees.
Fortunately, Anselm Valencia reacted quickly enough, moving from the driver's seat to the back seat just before realizing something was wrong, thus adding extra weight.
Otherwise, the entire car might really flip over 180 degrees.
To be fair, Anselm Valencia is injured!
However, it wasn't his body that was hurt, but his spirit. He never expected that Cao Han would choose such an astonishing way to instantly stop the vehicle from moving forward.
“Здравствуйте (Hello!)”
The moment he jumped out of the car, he was filled with the exact same question mark that Cao Han had imagined, but his attitude had completely changed.
Russians are known for their straightforwardness and honesty; they have no ulterior motives.
It's even simpler with mixed-race people. As long as you're stronger than me, I'll admire you, and I'll accept whatever you say unconditionally.
"You must be Anselm Valencia, the commissioner stationed in Russia, right?"
"Yes, it's me."
This time, he spoke in standard Mandarin with a slight Northeastern accent, suggesting he had interacted with people from Northeast China quite a bit before, otherwise he wouldn't have been influenced like this.
The contact's information was all in the mission details on the tablet. Cao Han had already memorized everything after reviewing it once on the plane.
"Your task is simple. All you need to do is follow my instructions and cooperate with us to complete the mission. You don't need to know anything else."
The exploration and development of the entire Baidi City ruins was initially not highly classified. It was only after the discovery of the core disc that it was classified as confidential information, and those without sufficient access were not allowed to view it.
For example, Anselm Valencia is a case in point.
Cao Han could not reveal the specific details of the mission to the other party; he could only instruct them to follow orders and cooperate with their actions.
"That's no problem. Come on, let me take you to the hotel first."
Anselm Valencia turned to get back on the snowmobile, and in a fleeting glance, he saw a large dent in the middle right of the front of the vehicle.
Seeing this, he couldn't help but shiver in the freezing cold.
It's hard to imagine what kind of incredible physical strength it takes to perform the horrifying feat of stopping a car with one's bare body. Imagine being kicked by such a terrifying body...
I'm afraid Cao Han will be kneeling on the ground begging him not to die any second now.
Anselm Valencia shook his head violently a few times, forcing himself to banish all these bad thoughts to the farthest reaches of his mind, before beckoning the two to get in the car.
"Time is of the essence. Forget the hotel, take us directly to the location where Novsky last disappeared." Cao Han got straight to the point as soon as he got in the car.
They had already wasted so much time on the journey, and every minute that passed increased the danger for Novsky and his men.
"Alright, sit tight! I'm not bragging, but my 'Snow Wolf' has been modified by the Equipment Department specifically for walking on snow."
No matter how severe the blizzard, how deep the snow, or how slippery the ground, it's all no problem!
What is the most distinctive feature of the Siberian region?
It's naturally a place with a vast land area and sparse population!
Let alone people living there, you might not encounter a single living creature even if you travel hundreds of miles in a short time.
In other words, the weather in August wasn't too extreme; otherwise, the situation would have been several times more severe than it is now.
The place where Novsky and his men finally disappeared was not exactly close to Yekaterinburg.
Even with Anselm Valencia flooring the accelerator and driving at over 250 mph, it still took nearly two and a half hours to arrive.
God knows what happened to Cao Han and Lucy Pallas's ears during those two hours.
Even as he got out of the car, Cao Han had a question: did Anselm Valencia have some kind of Northeastern Chinese blood in him? He was so damn talkative!
Not interested in this topic?
It's okay, he can always find a way to make you interested in a topic, or it's fine if he talks to himself like a muttering rambling tale, as if he has some kind of terminal illness that will cause him to die suddenly if he doesn't speak for a while.
"arrive!"
The two simple words sounded like heavenly music to Cao Han.
You can't control what people say, so he could only try to communicate with them sporadically along the way.
A vast expanse of white.
This was Cao Han's first impression of the scene of the incident.
After being covered by wind and snow for so long, no trace could be seen at all, and even a small amount of blood was completely covered.
"We're still too late!" Cao Han said, somewhat annoyed.
Lucy Pallas stood to the side, equally bewildered and at a loss. The environment was simply too harsh; they couldn't even determine which direction the enemy had ultimately left in, let alone obtain any more useful information. All she could do was offer words of comfort:
"There's nothing anyone can do in this situation."
Yup!
Upon hearing this, Cao Han somewhat agreed with Lucy Pallas's statement.
Just as he was about to turn around and leave to return to Yekaterinburg, looking for a breakthrough from the two executive officers who had coincidentally appeared nearby.
"There's movement!"
Cao Han noticed a slight movement in the vast expanse of white snow not far away.
Because it was so subtle, and it only happened for a fleeting moment, it was only his extraordinary, abnormal perception that allowed him to detect it; it would have been impossible for anyone else to do so.
To Lucy Pallas and Anselm Valencia, it seemed as if Cao Han had vanished in the blink of an eye.
When the two belatedly realized what was happening and tried to find him, they saw him crouching on the snow about five meters away.
The ghostly speed looked like teleportation.
"Word of Power: Time Zero, indeed, it lives up to its name." Anselm Valencia suddenly recalled the Word of Power of Cao Han that had been exposed on the Night Watchers forum.
The last time he witnessed such a horrifying scene was with the principal of Angers.
Its body can move without you noticing, which means it can easily slice open your vulnerable throat.
The principal of Angers once did just that, wielding a folding knife.
At this moment, Anselm Valencia had only one thought in his mind: Thank goodness it wasn't an enemy!
If this were an enemy, I would be restless for the rest of my life, fearing that a ghostly shadow would appear at any moment and take my life!
"Captain, have you found anything?"
Lucy Pallas left Anselm Valencia, who was standing there stunned, and ran straight to where Cao Han was.
She took the initiative to call him "Captain" when the two were on the plane.
It's fine for him to call Cao Han a junior in private, but when carrying out missions, Lucy Pallas felt that Cao Han needed to establish a certain level of authority in front of outsiders.
Since the execution department mainly carries out missions in small teams, the title of "captain" was born naturally.
"Look."
Upon hearing this, the two who had come closer bent down and looked in the direction Cao Han was pointing.
A monkey with gray fur all over its body...
What's even more surprising is that this monkey is shivering, not from the cold, but more like the fear it feels when it encounters some kind of predator in the food chain.
Don't let its cute appearance fool you; in the snowy Siberian wilderness, this little creature is a predator.
"Perhaps it's because they were terrified by the aura emanating from the golden eyes that shone during their battle," Lucy Pallas quickly made what she considered a reasonable judgment.
On the surface, it does seem possible, but that's because there are some subtle details that Lucy Pallas missed in her haste.
"What do you think this is?"
Cao Han turned the monkey over and then pointed to a red spot on its nose.
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