"The straight-line distance from this desert to the Eastern Sea is 4,000 kilometers. Even if we flew the whole way without changing planes, it would take six or seven hours. And there aren't even any direct flights to Magic City from here."
"Besides, we might not be able to fly there at all! Don't forget that Shen Mother is following me. If we take an ordinary flight, the civilians aboard will probably suffer. If things get out of hand, we'll violate the United Nations Convention and end up wanted, though we already are."
Data streamed through 455 as it kept analyzing.
"We need to use internal transit routes and take planes and trains reserved for special personnel. But those usually don't travel in a straight line. We'll have to make transfers, so first we need to leave this desert and head to the nearest airport."
"Then we'll transfer to eastern GS City, then H City, and finally Magic City. If we keep moving without stopping along the way, it should only take about thirty-three hours."
Xie De retraced his route out of the Oasis, listening to 455's travel plans. His head ached as he lit a cigarette. "Thirty-three hours just to reach Magic City?"
455 nodded. "Yes. And once we reach Magic City, we'll still need to find a boat to take us out to sea and locate where the Shen live. That's the hardest part of this mission."
Xie De took a drag, marveling at how complicated this mission was. It would probably eat up quite a lot of time.
Hu Songlin was still lying in the Oasis. He was trapped in an illusion and could not escape, and nothing from outside could wake him. They would probably have to finish the mission and dispel Shen Mother's resentment before