inspire-indiana Chapter 400: Don’t you care about the telegram from the police station?
Chapter 400: Don’t you care about the telegram from the police station?
"This is too dangerous. We can't take the risk. Look down there, there are people everywhere. If it falls and hits someone, it will be a serious accident.
Furthermore, if we were to change people at high altitude, our lives could be in danger if we weren't careful."
As the pilot spoke, he pointed downwards, trying to help Qi Tongwei see the situation clearly.
His hands trembled slightly. He couldn't imagine what terrible things would happen if he really did what Qi Tongwei said.
Qi Tongwei frowned and said, "Since I asked you to do it, I am absolutely sure that nothing will go wrong. I have to go down as soon as possible. My parents are waiting for me. Every second is crucial."
The pilot understood Qi Tongwei's feelings, but he still shook his head firmly.
"Commander, I know you're anxious, but we can't take that risk. We can find a safer place to land, and then you can go down."
Qi Tongwei looked down. He knew that time was running out, but he didn't want to put others in danger because of his impulsiveness.
He was struggling fiercely in his heart. On the one hand, there was the safety of his parents, and on the other hand, there was the risk of endangering innocent people.
However, just as he was hesitating, he suddenly saw the outline of a cement factory in the distance.
His eyes became more determined, he knew he couldn't wait any longer.
He had to find a way to get to the cement factory as soon as possible, even if it meant taking some risks.
Qi Tongwei said righteously: "I have my own considerations on this matter. With me here, there will be no danger."
Under Qi Tongwei's command, although the pilot was still nervous, he stood up involuntarily and slowly walked to Qi Tongwei's side.
Qi Tongwei held the joystick firmly with both hands without any trembling.
His eyes were fixed intently on the front, as if everything around him didn't exist.
When the pilot approached, Qi Tongwei stood up from the chair. The whole movement was done in one go without any delay.
The two began to change positions in the shortest time possible. It was a race against time and danger.
Finally, the other party took over the joystick from Qi Tongwei's hand.
At this time, the pilot's forehead was covered with sweat, which slid down his cheeks and dripped onto the floor of the cockpit.
His hands gripped the joystick tightly, trembling slightly with nervousness.
Qi Tongwei, however, acted as if nothing had happened. He looked at the pilot and said, "After I jump down, you return the same way you came."
The pilot said in surprise, "I'll wait for you somewhere else."
There was a hint of doubt in his voice. In his opinion, it was too risky for Qi Tongwei to do this. He wanted to wait nearby so that he could arrive in time in case Qi Tongwei needed help.
"No, just follow my orders."
Qi Tongwei's voice was low and majestic, and his eyes revealed a powerful deterrent.
Qi Tongwei didn't look at the pilot again. He turned and walked towards the cabin door.
He threw a bundle of ropes from the plane. Qi Tongwei grabbed the ropes without hesitation and slid down along them.
His body fell rapidly in the air, and the wind whistled past his ears.
His eyes looked down firmly at the roof of the cement factory.
As he descended, the rooftop drew closer.
When he was five meters away from the roof, Qi Tongwei actually loosened the rope and jumped down.
His body drew a short arc in the air, and his feet landed steadily on the roof with a slight "bang".
He quickly adjusted his posture and glanced around vigilantly.
The place where Qi Tongwei landed was an abandoned primary school, which exuded an atmosphere of desolation and silence.
Today, the entire playground is used by local residents, and golden corn covers a large area of the playground, like a golden ocean.
Various tools were also placed in a mess, including some broken farm tools and some rusty iron tools whose uses were unknown.
When Qi Tongwei landed, the residents around him who were busy drying corn or organizing tools did not pay much attention to him. Only one or two people occasionally looked up at the sudden stranger and then continued to work.
Qi Tongwei was carrying a backpack that was bulging. I don’t know what important things were inside.
After turning a street, the abandoned cement factory appeared in front of us.
The cement factory building looks dilapidated, with the walls showing signs of erosion by time. In some places, the cement has peeled off, revealing the red bricks underneath.
The tall chimney stands alone, like an old man in his twilight years, telling of the glory of the past.
At this time, a lot of people had gathered in front of the cement factory.
A middle-aged man wearing a short-sleeved shirt and revealing his big belly was particularly eye-catching, and his belly swayed slightly with his movements.
He had a cigarette in his hand, and the smoke swirled around him, making his face look a little blurry.
He was talking to another man, his voice hoarse and rough: "Are all the materials for blasting ready? There is still half an hour left, and we can't delay." As he spoke, he flicked the ash from his cigarette, his eyes revealing a kind of impatience, as if he was very eager to complete this blasting mission.
The man next to him nodded hurriedly and said, "Everything is ready, don't worry. We'll start as soon as the time comes."
There was a hint of nervousness in his eyes. After all, blasting was no small matter, and any small mistake could lead to serious consequences.
Around these people, there were some people who looked like staff members busying around.
Some were inspecting blasting equipment, carefully checking every circuit and detonator;
Some are setting up cordons and placing warning signs further away to prevent uninformed people from approaching during blasting;
Others are negotiating with local residents, asking them to stay away to ensure their safety.
When Qi Tongwei saw this scene, his heart tightened.
He quietly approached the cement factory, hid in a corner, and began to observe the surrounding environment, looking for the best route to enter the cement factory.
As he was speaking, the man's cell phone rang again, and the ringtone was particularly harsh in this noisy environment.
He frowned, a look of annoyance on his face, and turned off his phone without even looking at it.
"I don't know what these people are thinking. They've been calling me all the time since this morning. It's so annoying. I don't care."
He muttered impatiently as he stuffed his phone back into his pocket.
His eyes were full of disdain for these calls, and they were not worth his time to answer.
His subordinate beside him said worriedly, "Brother Yuan, it seems that the call just now was from the police station. Are you sure you don't need to care?"