Overturned Tower

During the conversation, the airship arrived above Sun Island.

But Russell soon realized something was wrong.

——Why haven’t you lowered the altitude even though you’re so close?

The airship floated quietly over Sun Island, as if waiting for something.

"Damn, it can't be true..."

Russell muttered to himself.

But at this moment, Bad Ri suddenly stretched out his finger and made a "shh" gesture to Russell.

He jumped from the chair that was tilted back forty-five degrees, using an almost impossible force-generating posture, leaped into the air behind him, and landed silently on the ground with a light backflip.

He inserted a chip behind his ear, and his whole body disappeared in a wave of waves.

At this moment, there was a knock on the door.

"Mr. Ultramarine!"

The girl's anxious voice came from outside the door: "Are you there?"

Russell could tell it was the voice of a first-class flight attendant.

A cute and shy black rabbit asked for an autograph when she saw her... But what displeased Russell was that she was even taller than him.

There is no need to hold a magnetic card to open the first-class door. Just like the door to the Special Execution Department, it can be opened remotely as long as Russell gives permission from the panel he calls out in his field of vision.

He was still sitting calmly at the dining table...the position was exactly the same as where "Alice" was half a year ago.

This feeling of similarity gave him a somewhat bad premonition.

"What happened?"

Russell asked seriously.

And the words of the Black Rabbit stewardess made Russell have no chance at all——

The girl lowered her voice and whispered anxiously: "Someone from Xiacheng District has sneaked in... He's in the captain's room now!

"She may have hijacked the captain. There is no response from the captain's cabin now... Please go and take a look!

"We can't land like this! If the fuel runs out, the airship may crash!"

...No, is it really just a replica of the event?

Russell's mood was extremely complicated.

But he didn't hesitate.

Just like what Russell said to Delphinium in the morning...when encountering this kind of thing, he has no choice.

Today, Ultran Qing is a "hero" worshiped by people and is the executive director of Tianen Group.

When faced with such a crisis, he had no room to retreat——

Because if he chooses to retreat in order to protect himself, he will expose those behind him who are unable to resist.

"Don't worry, leave it to me."

Russell said seriously: "Please don't worry, I will solve it all.

"I need to prepare a little bit... For safety reasons, don't let others approach the captain's cabin."

His smooth and powerful voice gave the girl confidence and strength.

Just thinking about the existence of this "hero" on the airship made her feel that there was nothing to be afraid of.

"I understand, Mr. Ultramarine!"

The black rabbit girl wearing high heels, whose voice was still trembling with fear, put her right hand on her chest and said firmly: "I will try my best to evacuate the crowd and keep them away from them!"

She has seen many animations or movies with this kind of plot... When the hero and the enemy are fighting fiercely, some naughty kid or housewife passing by with vegetables suddenly appears. The result is that the hero exposes his flaws in order to protect these encumbrances, but is ultimately defeated by an enemy that is slightly weaker than him.

——And I won't let this happen!

Miss Black Rabbit made up her mind.

And when Russell closed the door, Bad Day quietly appeared behind Russell with a wave of waves, holding Russell's Coke and pouring it into his mouth.

"Is this time... also related to the Tower of Babel?"

Looking at Bad Day, Russell asked subconsciously.

"Cough... cough cough..."

Bad Day suddenly choked on his Coke.

It took him a while before he asked angrily: "Do you think we have become the masterminds who know everything and are involved in everything?"

"One thing to say, one thing to say, indeed."

"Stop talking about it... take it."

With that said, Bad Ri threw something over.

Russell caught it and spread it out for a look.

It was an orange-yellow chip, with a steady green light on the edge, proving that it was still in a usable state.

"If necessary, you can use it to blow up surrounding cameras and surveillance."

Bad Ri said with a smile: "You won't need me this time, right? Or do you want me to help keep an eye on it?"

"No need, I can do it myself."

Russell said casually: "If someone comes to my room, remember to hide. I don't know if the media will come soon, so you can go back to the deer head statue first... to prevent being discovered."

"Should I wait for you to solve the problem before leaving..."

Bad Ri said, glanced in the direction of the captain's cabin, and shrugged without nervousness: "Although I don't think it's a big problem."

Although he also encountered an airship hijacking incident, his current state, combat effectiveness and confidence are completely different from those half a year ago.

Rather, it just so happens... He has never fought since he replaced his prosthetic hand. Now it’s time to start eating meat—

Thinking of his mentality half a year ago, where he was so timid that he was trembling but yet unswervingly stepped forward, Russell felt a sense of nostalgia.

That was only half a year ago.

At that time, he only had to deal with a few mercenaries with very low psychic levels, and he had to wander between life and death...

Now that he has become stronger, he rarely participates in the kind of high-intensity battles where he "thinks he has a high probability of not winning" but still stands up for it.

Because his self-confidence has been developed and he knows more people. Those who have attained the truth will get more help... With people's help, he will no longer easily despair.

"Let me see who dares to hijack an airship in front of me..."

Russell took the saint's decapitated head out of his luggage and hid it in his right cuff.

Then he inserted the chip given by Bad Day into the chip box of the prosthetic hand and renamed it "Destruction Monitoring Chip".

This is a "chip reading device" specially modified by Russell. Now there is no need to pull the chip out of the chip box and insert it into the chip slot.

In a fierce battle, you may not be able to see clearly what the chip you pulled out is, and you may not be able to align it when inserting it. It may even be knocked off and scattered on the ground.

Nowadays, different chips are added to each module in different categories to create an optional prosthetic system plug-in. After installing this plug-in, you can directly read the marked chip through your mind during battle.

The mechanism of this is not complicated. For Russell, it is a handicraft that can be modified at will. But Russell still applied for a patent for it, and it was surprisingly popular... It is said that the equipment department is already planning to put it into production.

If Russell is forced to use his magic ability by some enemy, he must first destroy the surrounding cameras through this chip. Because there was no action of inserting a reading chip, it is difficult to determine whether this was Russell's doing.

...But for such a small thief in the lower city, it is probably of no use.

Russell didn't think there was anyone in the lower city of Xingfu Island who he couldn't defeat.

To put it bluntly, I don’t know anyone in Xiacheng District?

It's just that they don't know that the hero "Ultramarine" is the "godfather" they admire!

Emerald green light ignited in the bottom of Russell's pupils, and as Russell leaped forward rapidly, two twists and turns of green light were dragged through the air. It was like grabbing the tracer left behind by waving fireworks in the night sky.

And when Russell kicked open the door of the captain's cabin, he blocked the newly equipped prosthetic left arm with a psychic shield in front of him.

——But he only smelled a very strong smell of alcohol.

The smell of alcohol hit Russell's brows and he couldn't help but frown. He even felt a little dizzy and wanted to vomit.

It's like being on the subway, surrounded by at least four drunken men in front, back and left...

When Russell took a closer look, he was shocked to find that it was really like this——

I saw more than a dozen people, including the captain and the security personnel on the airship, drunk to the point of losing consciousness and lying on the floor in the captain's cabin.

The only person standing was an acquaintance of Russell's.

She was a horse-eared woman with long maroon curly hair, glasses, and an intellectual temperament.

It's malt liquor.