Chapter 1046 The Eighth Hour of Zero Loss of Contact

Under the horrified gazes of all the passengers in the cabin, Nobuhiro skillfully opened the cabin door and hung himself outside.

"Something." His voice disappeared in the wind and could not be heard clearly.

Gin could barely tell what Mescal was talking about based on the shape of his lips.

He took off his luggage, which contained a strong but light rope.

Nobuhiro fixed the rope to the plane, grabbed the other end and jumped off the plane.

The wind was so strong that Nobuhiro's face hurt. He couldn't open his eyes at all and could only rely on experience to fly towards the plane below.

Along with the "click" sound, Nobuhiro felt a huge impact at the same time. He barely opened his eyes and found that he had locked the other end of the rope to the plane.

To be honest, this set of actions was extremely exciting, but perhaps because of the effect of adrenaline, Nobuhiro not only didn't feel nervous, but was as energetic as a chicken.

Gin successfully landed next to Nobushige along the rope made of special material.

"Okay, it's your turn." Nobushige said to the extra person in the cabin of the plane.

The man's face instantly turned pale: "What should I do? You're not going to let me jump too, are you?"

"It's not about jumping down." Xinfan smiled and pointed to the top of his head, "It's about going up."

"!!!"

This is even scarier!

Nobuhiro explained patiently: "The plane above is currently unmanned. You have to get up and let the plane land safely. Understand?"

The man in the cabin was the pilot that Nobushige specifically asked Gin to prepare. Although he was also a member of the organization, he had never experienced such a thrilling thing as he had been trained as a pilot.

However, Nobushige didn't give him any time to think about it. He locked the rope on the pilot and pressed the shrink button.

The pilot immediately headed towards the Boeing 747 at a very considerable speed.

Seeing the pilot crawling into the cabin, Nobuhiro closed the door with satisfaction and said to Gin who was watching the excitement: "At least he didn't hit the engine, right? Let's go to Pretoria."

Gin once again saw the horror of mezcal.

It was really strange that Mescal could use the spare retractable rope he brought with him in such a place.

Xinfan leaned on the soft leather sofa, holding a glass of chilled brandy in his hand, sighing in his heart with great enjoyment.

Alas, it turns out that a private plane is more comfortable.

Thanks to Rum, he was able to force the stingy Gin to spend a round.

"Vodka, who booked the tickets for mezcal and me?" Unlike mezcal, which only enjoys it, gin started working as soon as he got on the plane.

No cell phone signal?

It doesn't matter, as a model worker, how could he not have one or two satellite phones?

Vodka, who suddenly received a call from his elder brother, was confused: "Yes, I ordered it."

Gin frowned: "Where did you find the ticket information?"

“The organization’s website is more secure here.”

Gin's veins throbbed in his forehead.

This idiot!

The organization's website says it's safe, but it says it's not safe. This is the place where people are most likely to be manipulated by rumours. How dare Vodka believe the information provided on the intranet without verification! !

After Gin put down the phone with a curse, Nobuhiro raised his eyelids lightly: "Someone doesn't want us to go to Africa, or at least he doesn't want us to arrive on time."

"We will be two hours later than expected." When he said this, Gin's face was so dark that he could drip ink.

"Two hours." Nobushige gently shook the ice cubes in the cup and said unambiguously, "Two hours is enough for a lot of things to happen."

"Vodka, you idiot!" Gin couldn't help scolding him again.

"Well, don't blame the vodka. It can only be said that someone's stingy attributes have been thoroughly exploited by others." Nobuhiro drank the brandy in the glass in one gulp, and the remaining ice cubes shone in the sunlight. .

Eight hours and forty-two minutes had passed, and Jiangu Ling still hadn't sent him a message.

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Meanwhile, Pretoria, South Africa

A private plane lands on the runway.

At the end of the runway, there were already three private cars waiting quietly. Next to the cars were several men wearing black clothes and sunglasses.

The plane stopped, the gangway was lowered, and Fenggu Ling and Curacao walked out of the cabin one after another.

A middle-aged man waiting next to the car hurried forward: "It's been a hard journey, but we can't go to the hotel yet. Rum has something very important to talk to you about."

Furitani Rei glanced at Curaçao without any trace, and seeing that he seemed to be uninterested in everything in front of him, he took the initiative to ask: "Rum? Isn't he in Japan?"

"Yes." The middle-aged man nodded, "But there is a person in South Africa, and he is related to our mission."

As he said that, he had already opened the car door and made an invitation gesture to Furuya Rei and Curaçao: "Get in the car, and we'll discuss it in detail when we get there."

Rei Fangtani sat in the passenger seat. This position was very close to the middle-aged man driving the car, which made it easier for him to pay attention to his facial micro-expressions, which would be more conducive to extracting intelligence.

——Despite the several hours he spent on the plane, Fangtani Zero tried his best and failed to get any useful information from Curacao.

"Where is that person?" Curacao suddenly asked quietly.

The middle-aged man seemed to know him, and he replied respectfully: "There are several people watching him in a private villa, don't worry."

"What about over there? The person has been missing for so long, there is no way there is no reaction at all."

Rei Fukutani looked at the street scene on the side of the road casually. He seemed to be completely uninterested in the conversation between Curaçao and the man, and just listened to it.

"Their people have just evacuated, so they must send people from other areas. We have arrangements for this, don't worry."

Curacao nodded when he heard this: "Yes, you will definitely arrange it. I am worrying too much."

"No, I don't have that ability." The man smiled with the fat on his face shaking, "This mission was arranged by Rum himself."

Rei Fukutani withdrew his gaze, staying on the face of this dog-legged man for a second, and then looked through the rearview mirror at Curaçao sitting in the back.

"Do you know what our mission is?" Fangtani Zero asked.

Curacao met his gaze and said reluctantly, "I don't know."

Fangtani Ling raised his eyebrows: "You don't act like that at all."

"I really don't know the specific content of the mission. I just know the person we are about to meet."

"who?"

Curacao raised the corners of his lips slightly: "A person you know."

I don't know what happened, but seeing Curaçao's smile, Fang Guling suddenly felt cold all over, as if he had fallen into a glacier.

The person he knew...could it be Asano Nobushige?