Da Vinci's Bamboo-copter

The colossal tower, hundreds of meters high, began to tremble.

All around, windows, doors, and other places where evacuation could be made, were covered with reinforced alloy.

"Haha! Die! Die! Let's all go our separate ways!"

The commander's face was half covered in bloody, mangled flesh; he gripped the control panel and laughed wildly.

Lady!

Did you see it?

At the end of my life, with this insignificant, crippled body, I helped you eliminate a major worry!

This mid-level manager at Silver Peak even experienced a profound sense of self-pity on his deathbed.

The image of Miss Sinister, with her captivating charm, appeared before his eyes as she gracefully walked towards him in ten-centimeter red-soled high heels.

A pair of gentle eyes looked at me, and slightly cool fingertips playfully lifted my chin...

"Clang!"

The explosion-proof spotlights that had been shaken loose fell from the ceiling.

The commander was pinned under the lampshade, his legs kicked out, and he fell completely silent.

"... What was he doing, winking and grinning like that just now?"

Sing Sing looked at Christina beside him, completely bewildered.

"Director Zhou! What kind of time is this for you to be watching a show?!"

Just as Lao Zhou was pondering how to escape, the supporting pillar next to him collapsed.

It landed squarely, crushing the Coyote, which was struggling to get up, into a carpet sticker.

On the other side of the ruins, only a skeletal leg remained of the Stinger.

He remained leaning against the broken walls, glaring hatefully at them with his dead fish eyes.

"I'm going to die! I'm going to die! Director Zhou! What do we do?!"

Christina grabbed her hair and let out a screeching sound like a groundhog.

"What's the panic? Young people have no composure at all. What's the most important thing for a secret agent? Respectability."

Sing Sing calmly rummaged in the inside pocket of his suit and pulled out two pink objects.

Christina stared intently, then froze completely.

They were two extra-large pink rubber plungers, with a small yellow plastic propeller stuck on top of each plunger.

A large photo of a greasy, middle-aged man with a receding hairline was pasted on the side, with a line of red text printed below:

Wenxi Heavy Industries Industry's revolutionary ultralightweight single-soldier vertical mobility Bamboo-copter (promotional price 28 RMB with free shipping)

Before she could ask, Sing Sing stepped forward and grabbed her hand.

Splat!

A large pink suction cup was placed on Christina's head.

With a click, the built-in miniature vacuum pump instantly creates a vacuum.

"Ahhh!!"

Christina burst into tears on the spot, frantically trying to pick at the rubber edge on her head with both hands.

"My scalp! My scalp feels like it's being ripped out by the roots!"

"Stop pulling! Let go of me!"

While sternly rebuking him, Sing Sing slapped another flamboyant yellow duck-colored suction cup onto his head.

"This product was specifically developed by Wenxi for people with severe male pattern baldness and stubborn baldness; it's a high-precision vehicle!"

"Too much hair can cause poor contact and lead to disconnection mid-air! I specially picked out the enhanced suction version for you, you know how much you got for yourself?!"

Countdown: Five seconds.

Sing Sing's eyes sharpened, and he entered battle mode.

The internal Inner Qi surged wildly into the Pig Butchering Knife, and a blazing white blade suddenly appeared!

Swish!

The crisscrossing sword light cut out a three-meter-square "meter" grid on the half-meter-thick reinforced alloy exterior wall!

"The Flying Dragon in the Sky!"

As he sheathed the Pig Butchering Knife, Sing Sing struck out with his left palm.

The overwhelming, powerful palm strike slammed into the cracked wall without reservation.

"Boom!!"

A night breeze blew in, nearly blowing his hat off.

Countdown: Three seconds.

"Wuhu, takeoff!"

Sing Sing Chow grabbed Christina and jumped outside.

"Ahhh--!"

A violent vertical force tugged at Christina's scalp.

Completely devoid of dignity and defense.

Two figures, like pieces of cured meat hanging on a fishhook, shot diagonally into the sky from the hole high in the sky!

Countdown: Zero.

The two had just been pulled into the air, no more than twenty meters away.

The giant tower in the Deep Well beneath her feet emitted a muffled thud, and the blinding red light nearly blinded Christina on the spot.

The entire tower collapsed in the raging inferno.

A violent impact and black smoke billowed into the sky, and two figures suspended in the air were pushed back and forth by the wind and waves.

Stingers, Coyotes, and the commander trapped under the chandelier.

The entire massive obstacle course was erased from existence.

Christina hung in mid-air, staring blankly at the sea of fire below.

If I had been even half a second slower, I would have been cremated to ashes by now.

"Phew... that was close."

"Hey, young comrade."

Sing Sing, standing next to her, had his hands in his suit trouser pockets, a spun plastic sheet on his head, and was looking at her with his head tilted to the side.

"First time flying on a budget airline that costs 28 yuan, was the experience alright?"

Upon hearing this, Christina realized what was happening and hurriedly grabbed the plunger above her head with both hands, fearing that it might malfunction and throw her off.

"Click, creak..."

More than ten minutes later, the pink plungers above their heads began to make strange noises.

The propeller's entire drive shaft began to shake violently, and the two people were thrown around and bounced up and down in mid-air by the blast wave.

"Ahhh! Help! It's going to flip! It's really going to flip!!"

Christina was so frightened that tears and snot streamed down her face. She reached out and grabbed Sing Sing's arm.

She then pressed herself against his neck, wrapped her legs tightly around his waist, closed her eyes, and screamed.

"Cough cough! Let go!"

Sing Sing was being strangled so badly that his eyes rolled back, and he desperately tried to pry Christina's wrists off.

The Bamboo-copter carried the two away from the Deep Well tower, but their good fortune had already run out.

The two are currently about 20 to 30 meters away from landing.

"Bang!"

The Sing Sing's head shattered on the spot, and the pink plunger on Christina's head also let out a whimper as its propeller broke in two.

"Ah--!"

Sing Sing looked down and saw a sand dune below, where there was still a glimmer of hope.

"Don't move!"

With a low shout, Sing Sing managed to stay airborne for a second by stepping on his right foot with his left!

With two quick movements, Lao Zhou landed safely with the octopus on his body.

Just as he was about to show off triumphantly, the stone under his foot slipped, and he fell to the ground.

The two rolled around the sand dunes like snowballs, circling more than a dozen times.

It slid for a good twenty or thirty meters before finally crashing into a clump of dead bushes below, barely bringing it to a stop.

"Ptooey! Cough cough cough... Ptooey!"

Sing Sing lay on the ground coughing violently several times, while Christina was thrown two meters away.

She scrambled to her feet, shaking her dazed head, and stumbled to Sing Sing's side, her hand trembling as she reached out to touch his shoulder.

"Director Zhou! You... you're alright? Are you okay? Don't scare me!"

"What are you crying for! It's bad luck!"

Sing Sing waved his hand dismissively, sat up, and patted off the dust.

Christina sniffed, wiped the ash from her face, and looked at the seemingly carefree man beside her. Her heart, which had been hanging in suspense, inexplicably calmed down.

This man always has that carefree, roguish air about him, but when it really matters, he's more reliable than anyone else...

The two sat side by side on the sand dune, staring blankly into the distance, facing the chilly night wind.

The D-7 Deep Well Base, which once represented the ruthless power of the Silver Peak Consortium, is no more; the crimson inferno still burns fiercely.

Stinger, Coyote, and bio-engineered beasts lurking in the underwater city...

All sin and arrogance vanished in these flames.

Christina stared blankly into space, and glistening tears slid down her cheeks.

She buried her face in her knees and sobbed softly.

Sitting next to him, Sing Sing did not show any relief at escaping death.

He pulled out a crumpled cigarette and took a deep drag.

The pungent and bitter smoke filled my lungs, then turned into thick bluish-white smoke rings, which were dispersed by the night wind in the wilderness.

Christina stopped crying; she sensed the oppressive atmosphere emanating from the man beside her.

"Director Zhou... what's wrong?"

Sing Sing shook his head.

He followed the clues all the way to this desolate Deep Well, not just to wipe out a branch of Silver Peak.

The sole objective is to locate Jacob Gavin Jr.!

They had originally hoped to find Little Jacob here, or intercept Miss Sinister's real-time handover route with the Hellfire Club.

But now, all the transport records, experimental data...

Sing Sing Chow stubbed out his cigarette in the sand, looked up, and sighed.

The image of my cousin's expectant eyes in the Medical Zone of the 749 Bureau flashed through my mind.

"Where should we look for them now?"