Chapter 213: The Pilot with the Vodka
"Wang Ling, the soul seal weapon you gave me has been transformed for you. Cardin gave Wang Ling a box, and there was a dagger that Wang Ling had obtained from Yang Ming before.
Wang Ling opened it and found that except for those soul marks on the side of the blade, everything else had completely changed. The non-value-aligned material of the ivory was removed by Cardin and replaced with a particularly good-feeling engineering plastic, the grip was lengthened to resemble a bayonet, especially for stabbing, and the inside of the grip was hollowed out to accommodate some commonly used gadgets, such as a compass and fishing line and hook.
"Are you the dagger that you modified according to the Jungle King?" Wang Ling couldn't help but laugh, the waters there were basically completely polluted, did he plan to let him catch a mutant salmon and taste salty?
"That's the piano string, just in case, but that's not the most important thing. ”
Yes, the things produced by the technical department are never normal things, the grip of the dagger can be twisted, and after pulling it out and twisting it 180 degrees, this weapon will be transformed from a soul mark weapon into a full-fledged soul oracle weapon, filled with the blood of the soul oracle list 46: electric eel, and then this dagger will become a veritable high-voltage electric launcher.
Of course, to use Cardin's words, this is also just in case.
Wang Ling and Bingning both wore armed belts in their trench coats, which were not so obvious after putting on the trench coats, and in order to prevent the electronic equipment from working abnormally under nuclear radiation, they also had to bring compass and maps.
Dassault X7 is already waiting for them at the airport, and the other two commissioners Li Hao and Kenji Sakamoto have also been equipped, and the time to join the soul hunt is almost no longer under Bing Ning, but they are out on missions most of the time, so although Wang Ling has heard of it, it is the first time he has seen it.
Li Hao was slightly older than Wang Ling, his face was full of stability, and he quietly waited for Bingning, who was the captain of the team, to give the order to pull out. And Kenji Sakamoto is one of the few Japanese in the Soul Hunting Headquarters, not too tall, he is not wearing a trench coat like the three, but more like a forbearance dress.
It is said that he is alone most of the time on missions, alone, and most of them are assassination missions, although his expression looks relatively relaxed, but there is a faint murderous aura in his eyes, even if he does not use the soul oracle.
The two Japanese knives hanging on his waist are his most obvious symbols, and even Wang Ling, who does not move any Japanese swords, can see at a glance the difference between the way he hangs knives and others, but he didn't ask, after all, he is not very familiar.
"Let's go. Bingning boarded the car with a few people and headed directly to the runway of the international airport, the engines of the Dassault X7 had already begun to roar, and the crew would return directly after sending them to Moscow.
It only takes 14 hours for the three-shot Dassault X7 to arrive in Moscow, and Bingning has already communicated with the Russian branch, and the commissioner there will arrive at the airport on time.
Wang Ling sat in the spacious seat, although there was a movie to watch but quite boring, the X7 is indeed worthy of its name as the most advanced business jet, they are cruising at Mach 0.9, and the noise in the cabin is not too loud.
Li Hao and Li Hao were sitting there with their eyes closed, and Bing Ning was sitting opposite Wang Ling, looking out the window with a glass of champagne, not knowing what he was thinking.
"Bingning, why don't you say we
What about flying directly to Chelyabinsk Airport?" Wang Ling suddenly remembered this question.
"How?"
"The Chelyabinsk airport is closer to us, and if you get to Moscow, you have to turn back, anyway, it's all private jets, and you can park wherever you want to go. ”
"Chelyabinsk and we have no direct flights, there are already many important Russian agencies in the Chelyabinsk region, and your plane suddenly asked for a route, do you think the Russians do not suspect us?"
Wang Ling shrugged his shoulders and wanted to say something, but Bing Ning waved his hand.
"Stop honking, I'm thinking about things, you can find something to, good. After saying that, Bingning began to lean against the window again, not knowing what she was thinking.
Wang Ling was bored, played a haha, asked for a surface from the flight attendant and started playing Spider Solitaire, and after playing for a while, he fell asleep there.
At the same time, the commissioners of the Russian branch are also nervously preparing to welcome colleagues from the headquarters...
"Fraga, Fraga, Damn, don't you remember that you were on a mission today?" it was a woman's voice.
In an office in a five-story office building, a man is sleeping in a chair, an ashtray and six empty Vodka bottles that look like meaty cigarette butts are on a table in front of him.
Seeing that Fraga didn't mean to wake up, the woman standing outside the door was a little annoyed, took two steps back and flew up and kicked directly on the door, and the heavy solid wood door panel was immediately kicked out of the door frame and smashed firmly on Fraga's body.
"What's the matter? Oh my God, there's an earthquake?" Fraga was smashed, and quickly pushed the door aside, stood up and touched his forehead and looked around, and soon he found the woman standing at the door who was about to breathe fire, first stunned, and then his expression immediately changed to a smile.
"Yegrovna, what's going on?"
"We're going to be killed by you sooner or later, you guy who only has alcohol in your head, I really don't understand why the oracle would come to a guy like you. The commissioner from the headquarters will be there today and will go to '40 City', have you really forgotten?"
Fraga touched his brain, his face changed slightly, and he quickly looked at his watch.
"Well, we don't have time yet, we can get there, it will take us an hour at most to get to Moscow International Airport, and it will take twenty hours for them to fly over, I did my homework. After saying that, Fraga didn't know where to find a bottle of vodka, unscrewed the cap and began to pour tons into his mouth.
Syllable!
Seeing that this guy was drinking again, Yegrovna rolled her eyes in anger, took out her pistol and smashed the half-lost bottle.
"They're not doing an international flight, they're Franklin's business jet, they're going to be there in two hours, I don't care what you're going to do now, and if they get to the airport and I don't see you driving there, I'm sure I'll strip you naked and throw you in an ice cellar for three days." After saying that, Yegrovna left in a huff.
"Isn't it just a few commissioners from the headquarters, what is there to be afraid of, rare and strange. Fraga muttered, looking at his bottle rather distressedly, although it was still left
Halfway through, the wine was already full of glass slag.
"Oh, what are the people at the headquarters running around at such an ordinary time, can't we complete the task if we have a task, so I can't drink. He cursed and threw the bottle into the trash.
Although he was very powerful, when Dassault slid onto the runway, he still honestly drove to the airport, and Yegrovena was already waiting there.
"Look, I just said there's no need to rush. With an oil ring in his mouth, Fraga tried several times before opening the driver's door. After taking two or three sips, he rubbed his hands, took a cigar from his pocket, lit it, and walked over to Yegrovna, who was already gliding over.
"I don't know what form the Russian branch will take to receive us. Bingning and the others had already walked to the cabin door to wait, and at this time Wang Ling muttered quietly.
"Don't expect too much, remember that they are Russians. Li Hao opened his mouth very rarely.
"Oh, did you work with a colleague from the Russian branch?"
Wang Ling has always been a little curious about Russians, after all, it is rumored that this is a country where ordinary people dare to fight with grizzly bears even if they don't have a soul oracle, and their toughness is even more famous all over the world, although Wang Ling didn't see Russians and Ukrainians when he was in college in Bingcheng, but they were all waist-length girls.
"Well, I came here once in two years. Li Hao nodded, the corners of his mouth twitched slightly, as if he had evoked some not-so-good memories.
"You seem to have a very good memory. ”
"If you're sitting on a plane with icy engines and you're in free fall, and the pilot is still on his chest and says don't worry, he assures you that you're not in any danger, and he's going to remember it with a vodka bottle in his hand. ”
“……”
Three minutes later, the plane came to a standstill, the hatch slowly opened outward and turned into a suspension ladder, and Wang Ling walked out behind Bingning. Moscow is indeed much colder than at home, and Wang Ling subconsciously tightened his collar.
"Hey, Li Hao, long time no see!" Before his feet stepped on the ground, a rather northeastern-flavored shout sounded in his ears, and it seemed that there was still some taste of vodka?
"My God, why are you again?!" Li Hao, who came out behind Wang Ling, almost fell under his feet when he heard this voice, and hurriedly followed the sound to look, and immediately a desperate expression appeared on his face after seeing Fraga, which was in obvious contrast to his previous steadiness.
Wang Ling swallowed his saliva, he wouldn't carry it like this, "This one is..."
"He's the pilot. Li Hao covered his forehead and said very weakly.
"Hello colleagues from headquarters, I'm Yelena Yegrovna, the head of the western part of the Russian branch, and this is a senior field support specialist..."
"Hey. Friends! I'm Fraga! Doesn't that sound like a vodka?" The bearded man behind her, with his arms outstretched and his mouth grinning, seemed to warm the cold of Moscow.
If you ignore the smell of cigars, donuts and vodka......