Chapter 281

“Phew!”

There was a somewhat muffled sound, and suddenly a small round hole the size of a fingernail appeared on the metal ventilation window of the control room. The operator inside who had been gazing out at the passenger port collapsed neatly in response! “Beautiful!”

Through the reinforced glass, Leon couldn’t help but sincerely praise upon seeing the situation inside the control room.

That bald female rebel with the same name as William’s little girlfriend might suck at close combat, but her long-range skills were truly amazing.

The lead pellet fired from nearly two kilometers away, with its force reduced to a non-lethal level, would take almost half a minute to travel through the air. Anything could happen in such a long time.

Yet she seemed to be able to predict the operator’s movements. At the moment the lead pellet passed through the air vent, the operator inside, who kept changing positions, just happened to walk right into the pellet’s trajectory, practically delivering his own head right under the pellet. He didn’t even grunt before passing out.

I wonder how long I need to grind my shooting badge to reach her level.

While thinking about this, Leon used the horns to observe the operator’s soul, confirmed that he was completely unconscious, and then knocked on the bathroom door.

“Luke, it’s your turn.”

“I know!”

With their brief conversation, Luke rolled his eyes while sitting in the toilet cubicle and fell down, while the operator lying on the floor in the control room wobbled up, rubbed his head, walked to the window, and gave a thumbs-up to Leon and the others waiting below.

Perfect, everything is going smoothly.

Seeing the ladder that was originally locked being lowered, Leon couldn’t help but nod in satisfaction. He then picked up the water bottle containing Senior Pione, leading a group of eager rebels onto the maintenance personnel passage, slowly ascending toward the steel frame of the secret port.

“Leader.”

Shaking the water bottle forcefully, Burnt Guy curiously asked after hearing the dissatisfied reprimand inside: “What’s in here? Why did we have to hand over our weapons, but these heavy bottles still have to come along?”

“…”

After hearing Burnt Guy Tiger’s question, Leon’s lips twitched involuntarily.

These bottles naturally contained parts of Senior Pione.

Honestly speaking, when I learned that “Little Silver Man” has severe acrophobia, I was prepared not to bring him myself, since many parts of the boarding tower are steel frames, and you can see the ground clearly during good weather. Someone with acrophobia won’t be able to do anything once they’re up there; they’d just be a burden.

But after discussing with the Red-haired Bureau Director, she actually went to the neighboring archive bureau, got six or seven thermos flasks, removed their inner linings, divided Senior Pione into several parts, stuffed him in, and insisted that I bring these thermoses.

Her reasoning was that although Senior Pione suffers from acrophobia, he could still function normally in the enclosed environment of an airship, which is better than Senior Tom who only has a sixty percent success rate for peeing, or Senior Jerry whose combat effectiveness is halved without the help of his “friends.”

However, despite the director’s reasonable explanation, Leon’s lips still twitched uncontrollably when recalling the bizarre scene of her cutting Senior Pione horizontally into seven or eight pieces and pouring him into the thermos one by one…

…

“This…is our insurance for this trip.”

After organizing his thoughts and shaking off that bizarre memory, Leon answered with a strange expression:

“If there’s something ridiculous in the private ship of the Crocodile Kingdom, we’ll rely on him to ensure our safety.”

“I see.”

Although still unsure what’s inside the water bottle, seeing Leon speak so seriously, Burnt Guy became more cautious, steadily carrying the shockingly heavy water bottle, following Leon down the ladder, and then looked at the private ship in the secret port with genuine amazement.

“This thing…is huge…”

Indeed.

Following Burnt Guy’s gaze, Leon nodded in agreement after looking at the airships docked in the secret port.

The largest airships even have giant gasbags longer than five hundred meters. If we talk about specific length, it’s probably more than ten times longer than ordinary passenger planes. The private ship in front of us isn’t the biggest model, but its gasbag is still over three hundred meters long.

And when such a monstrous scale squeezes into the smog-filled sky above the city with the roar of the tail’s cross-shaped propeller array, that extreme visual impact is something unimaginable for those who haven’t witnessed it firsthand.

“Let’s check it out when we get out. Right now, we must hurry.”

Patting Burnt Guy’s solid back and urging him, Leon held onto the railing tightly amidst the strong wind, leading everyone along the steel bridge surrounding the entire secret port, heading toward the airship marked with the symbol of the Crocodile Kingdom.

“Huh?”

When the group approached the climbing frame nearby, the workers refueling the private ship’s gas furnace straightened up in surprise upon seeing several people in police uniforms approaching, and asked full-faced with confusion:

“Who are you? Why are you here?”

“We’re conducting inspections.”

Leon didn’t panic because of encountering other people. After sniffing the strong smell of engine oil and whale fat that hadn’t dispersed even in the strong wind, he first looked up at the fabric gasbag interior, then frowned and loudly questioned the massive support structures thicker than an adult’s waist:

“Haven’t you noticed this major issue right above your heads?”

Content all wrong one by one within 69 book bar!

Gasbag problem? Upon hearing this, the workers were greatly startled and immediately looked up, following Leon’s finger to look upward… and then nothing happened after that.

“Modify their memories too, then leave Tiger behind to move them back.”

Using the power of the Holy Spirit Pendant, Leon attacked the neural clusters in these workers’ heads, knocking them all out. Then he waved to Phoebe and Lucy behind him.

“The content… Suddenly a gust of wind came up, so for safety, they retreated into the rest room, waiting to come out after the wind stops.”

“Okay.”

Lucy, who had recovered her appearance and now looked to be in her early sixties, slightly nodded, then began modifying the memories of these workers one by one. The rest followed Leon along the climbing frame, all the way up to the entrance hatch on top of the private ship.

Next was the final step; as long as we successfully entered the private ship, everything else would fall into place!

Seeing it was his turn to act, the young man with spatial abilities quickly stepped forward, placed the water bottle by his foot and stomped on it, then deeply inhaled, preparing to use his ability to teleport everyone inside.

But just at that moment, a sudden reminder came from behind.

“Not right!”

How’s it not right?

Before the young man could react, Leon had already grabbed him with the power of the Holy Spirit Pendant, pulling him away from the hatch.

And at the very moment he left the area near the hatch, due to the pressure difference, the hatch, more than two meters wide, popped open with a loud sound, directly sending the water bottle flying.

Then, a scar-faced man with a cigarette dangling from his mouth, probably wanting to smoke a cigarette, cheerfully poked his head out of the cabin. Unfortunately, instead of fresh air, he was greeted by the complex gazes of the “police officers” crouching on top of the cabin.

(⊙⊙)(⊙⊙)(⊙⊙)(｀Д)？! In this moment of silence louder than words, amidst the howling winds high up, there was no other noise except for Leon’s water bottle wildly shaking, transmitting wave after wave of anxious telepathic messages.

‘Leon! What’s happening outside?’

‘Speak up!’

‘Where’s my butt? My butt’s gone!’

(End of Chapter)