The medium-sized transport plane flew all night, advancing all the way inland, but in the end it was still unable to outrun the sun rising from the horizon. It wasn't until the morning light filled the thousands-mile wilderness silently that the transport plane that flew all the way from Lake City arrived in the relevant airspace.
From beginning to end, the cabin of the transport aircraft was empty. Everyone was nestled in the cockpit. Of course, there were only three people on the entire plane: the pilot and co-pilot, and the Horned Demon.
As a bad passenger who was forced onto the plane, the Horned Demon was self-aware, but also clearly showed his distrust of the two crew members. He remained nailed in the cab until the transport reached his desired destination.
What's more peculiar is that the cabin was empty and the cab was quiet along the way. The Horned Demon, who has always had the attribute of "talkative", actually closed his mouth. If he didn't look back, his presence would hardly be felt. If silence could accumulate, this transport plane would have crashed due to severe overloading midway.
Finally in the target airspace, the Horned Demon finally said: "Descend..."
The transport plane penetrated the clouds and continued to lose altitude. Looking out of the porthole, the slightly undulating red soil of the wasteland below had an outline that the Horned Demon was familiar with. He looked at the instrument panel on the transport plane again and calculated the angle and height of the sun. The Horned Demon was finally satisfied and took a photo. The shoulders of the two pilots: "Very good, keep this height, we will hover for a while... pay attention to the aberrations, it shouldn't be a problem for you."
As the Horned Demon said, at the current altitude of about six or seven thousand meters, the population and quantity of flying aberrations cannot be underestimated, and flying in circles is not a good choice. However, neither the pilot nor the co-pilot spoke. They just followed the instructions of the Horned Demon and started circling at high altitude. They skillfully avoided several waves of passing flying aberrations.
This lasted for about twenty minutes, and the Horned Demon finally stopped: "Very good, very neat..."
The pilot and co-pilot remained silent. As the "products" of the Gene Exchange, they were the most capable subordinates and executors. The Horned Demon's praise was completely misplaced.
Of course, the Horned Demon doesn't care. After saying that, he left the cab and walked into the rear cabin. At the same time, he gestured to open the belly door: "I won't trouble you any more about landing. We have a happy cooperation. See you next time!"
As the cabin door opened, strong and cold air from high altitude rushed in. Facing the howling wind, the Horned Devil closed his eyes, opened his arms, and jumped down without hesitation. Only his sharp whistle was left in the cabin. Voice.
In the cockpit, a radar warning sounded. The pilot and co-pilot could clearly see through the monitoring screen that almost at the moment the Horned Demon jumped off the transport aircraft, a huge shadow passed under the fuselage, intersected with the Horned Demon's body, and then dived at high speed.
The pilot and co-pilot looked at each other, said nothing, and drove the plane back. The Horned Devil, who had made a leap of faith from the transport plane, was now standing firmly on the back of a sharp-beaked pterosaur. This high-altitude deformed creature, known for its ferocity, was somewhat unfazed by the sudden heavy object on its body. It was uncomfortable, but he only twisted his long neck slightly and maintained a relatively stable posture. It spiraled downwards and fell.
Just three minutes later, the Horned Demon truly set foot in the sun-covered wasteland, and the sharp-beaked pterosaur, which was used as a temporary vehicle, flew high into the sky again and disappeared in the blink of an eye.
Shocked by the huge size of this high-altitude predator, dust and smoke filled the wasteland, and some small animals that were swimming around fled in all directions. Some of them lost their normal rhythm and soon became breakfast for the strong.
The food chain of the weak and the strong is simple and straightforward, no brainer at all, and it is also the most favored by the horned devil. He looked around, scanning this wilderness that was full of wildness and vitality, and of course full of cruelty. He grinned and stood there with his arms folded, waiting quietly.
Just a few minutes later, the sharp-beaked pterosaur just left and returned, and three more figures jumped out from its broad shoulders.
One of them had just landed, and he hit the rippled red earth with a heavy punch. Half of his arm was deeply dug into it. He then lifted it up, and his fingers had already penetrated the head and neck of a giant viper as thick as a human thigh. In the meantime, red and green body fluids were mixed together, flowing on the snake that had been caught but still twitching violently, and was thrown everywhere.
Amid the protests of others, the "snake catcher" remained silent and stuffed the fat belly snake, including his own arm, into the long mouth of the sharp-beaked pterosaur that landed next to him. The mouth of the sharp-beaked pterosaur is habitually scraped from the food, instantly turning the belly snake into strips of meat, and when the tip of the tooth scratches the thicker one of the "snake catcher" On the arm, not even a trace was left.
After finishing the feeding, the "snake catcher" slapped the sharp-beaked pterosaur on the head, almost causing the giant carnivore, which looked like the reincarnation of a dinosaur, to fall down. So the Pteranodon quickly flapped its wings and flew into the air again. In a blink of an eye, it was so high that it disappeared without a trace - it felt like it was both a relief of completing the task and a panic of escaping far away.
The "Snake Catcher" is undoubtedly the tallest among the group. The Horned Demon only reaches the lower part of his chest. When the previous sharp-beaked pterosaur acted as a vehicle, it probably put most of its strength into it. For this person, it is natural to eat the food he feeds.
The Horned Demon was quite afraid of this giant, and kept staring at it. After confirming that the giant had nothing to say after feeding, he turned his attention to the other two.
In addition to the giant, there was also a middle-aged man as thin as a monkey. He squatted next to him and fanned himself. His curled up body felt too small on the giant's shoulders. His actions and behavior are extremely out of touch, and I really feel sorry for that face that is so weathered. He stuck out his tongue and shouted "Hot, hot, hot", his face turned red, and he felt like he had a heat stroke or had taken drugs.
The Horned Demon was quite familiar with this person, so he took the initiative to greet him: "Mahou, how many pills did you drink today?"
Ma Hou made a "poof" sound: "Ten little blue pills, the fat dragon carried them over before I could get my hands on them. I can turn over the earth now..."
As he spoke, he glanced at the giant shadow-creating figure on one side, but he quickly stopped talking.
As for the last one, even in the wilderness, he was still wearing a crisp suit, as if he had just walked out of a business banquet. The bow tie, watch, and shiny leather shoes, everything made him look like a fastidious person.
At this time, this "fastidious man" was looking down at his watch and frowning: "We are about 20 minutes late than the scheduled time. We have no time to chat now. Remember, we are here to receive the results of the secret shooting. With the Horned Demon, Guys have nothing to do with each other. So Fat Dragon, you idiot, you should have listened to my words just now and distributed your food at points, so as not to make everyone have to trek around again. You must know that we are inhaling every minute in the wilderness. Viruses and germs are more than 200 times greater than those in big cities, and there’s all this damn dirt!”
With that said, this "fastidious man" turned around and was about to leave. However, before he could take a step forward, the horned demon grabbed his shoulder. The two people's faces were almost touching each other. The latter didn't care how disgusted the "fastidious person" was on his face, so he leaned into his ear and said: "I heard that your good friend, the brain demon, died. He died." It doesn’t matter, but where is the Wu Jun you promised me or the family that is enough to threaten her... This is your plan, right, Huachang?"
"Call Pure Heart!"
Jingxin, the "people-oriented" man, pushed the horned demon away angrily and wiped away the fingerprints on his shoulders with his fingers: "There are always accidents in everything. We have been working hard to find them these days, and we even caught the little teacher. Two senior members of the regiment interrogated him, but Wu Jun seemed to have disappeared from the world."
"What about her child? The brain demon went to take care of it himself, but I heard that he didn't even leave a whole body behind."
"This is an accident within an accident. We still don't know what kind of powerful enemy the Horned Demon encountered. We can only determine from the traces of the 'Fuso Tree' that this is a very powerful spiritual side. He even has it in his brain. After the demon used the 'Fuso Tree' system to exert its power, it still crushed him to death like a bug. It was probably a supernatural species. If it was the trump card hidden by the Evil Sect, it would definitely be a terrible thing... …”
"I don't care who killed the brain demon or how he died. I only care about where Wu Jun and her child you promised me are?"
"That child should have left the u-dong market. You must know that the surrounding environment is too complicated. He has not been found yet... Okay, okay, don't be angry. I admit that the conditions promised to you were greatly discounted. The cult will make up the difference for you."
Jingxin showed a perfect sincere smile: "You don't have to trust me, but there are horses, monkeys, fat dragons, and the Amaterasu Order. We should have established mutual trust over the years, right?"
The horned demon stared at Jing Xin without blinking.
Jingxin straightened his face and put on a more accustomed serious expression: "What the four of us have to ensure now is to squeeze out the value of that laboratory again before the inexplicable 'treat plan' is launched. This is We have staked the reputation of you, me and the cult, and have opened up the real upper-level connections. The darknet auction went smoothly, and now we just want to get the balance..."
The Horned Demon laughed out loud: "Now that the equipment and data have been disassembled and packed away, without Wu Jun, even if we can get in, there is no way to find anything of real value from those fragments. "
"As long as people enter, it is victory! Horned Demon, my dear fellow, you have to understand that Luo Yuandao's laboratory is just the entrance to a huge maze. I believe that in his many years of research, he has used the instruments he taught Wu Jun In the use of technology, there are indeed some techniques that can capture larger value fragments, but they are only ways to increase the probability to a limited extent. In essence, they are still getting lucky, otherwise they would not have succeeded after 20 years of hard work. In the end, I didn’t even have the power to protect myself..."
The pure heart is using its reverberant tongue to brainwash the horned demon. The giant fat dragon next to him suddenly crossed his arms, indicating that this dangerous topic should be stopped temporarily, and at the same time said in a deep voice:
"74 kilometers southeast, there are land and aviation vehicles."
