Lin Xiao hoped he would never have a chance to come back here again, and the squad leader felt the same way.
He also prayed inwardly that he would never see Lin Xiao again. Any time he saw Lin Xiao, he felt that the United States was in danger.
After all, when Lin Xiao appeared in the United States, it was either because his superiors invited him to deal with troublesome matters that couldn't be solved locally, or Lin Xiao himself coming here was a huge problem.
If possible, he would choose to never see Lin Xiao again for the rest of his life. What he wanted was world peace.
...
Before leaving, Qi Tian had copied all the data from the database onto his computer.
Encrypted files, no copying allowed – with his computer, all it took was a thought, and all the data was transferred into it.
He could be said to have completely achieved his goals this time; anything remotely useful had been taken by him.
As the time to board the return flight approached, Lin Xiao did not get on immediately.
"Lin, the plane is scheduled to take off," the squad leader, who was accompanying them, said. Seeing Lin Xiao not boarding for a long time, he mustered his courage to remind him.
"I know."
Lin Xiao showed no intention of moving.
"Then..."
"I'm waiting for another plane."
Lin Xiao said, "Your superiors should have received the news. The plane from Long Guo to pick us up is arriving soon."
"Is that so?" The squad leader was stunned. He quickly verified with his superiors. How could he not know about this? He had been thinking of sending Lin Xiao and the other person onto the plane as soon as possible.
"Of course," Lin Xiao said, pointing at the plane. "By the way, John, do you believe that after we take off, these two planes will turn into brilliant fireworks over the Pacific Ocean?"
"..."
John's hand trembled. He certainly understood what Lin Xiao meant by that statement.
His expression twitched. Were the higher-ups truly playing with fire?
"Did they install bombs on it?" Qi Tian, who had been engrossed in his own world until a moment ago, raised his head upon hearing this.
Lin Xiao merely shrugged, not confirming directly.
John, on the side, finished his call. He had confirmed that the plane from Long Guo was indeed arriving soon.
"But there isn't enough space here to park an additional plane..."
"It's alright, we don't need to park,"
Lin Xiao waved his hand.
Don't need to park?
John blinked. What did that mean?
"Oh, right, John, I'll trouble you to convey a message to that scatterbrain of yours," Lin Xiao said. "This time, I'm in a hurry and can't be bothered to haggle with you. Next time I have time, I'll come back and settle the score."
"...Yes."
John felt a chill run down his spine.
Earlier, Lin Xiao had said he would try to avoid meeting again, but from Lin Xiao's tone, he felt they would meet again not long from now.
And when they met again, he might become one of the many people from the United States who died by Lin Xiao's hand...
The thought sparked an idea in his mind.
Retirement.
He definitely had to retire!
He would find an opportunity to resign from his post. He didn't want to live a good life only to die carelessly.
He still had his youth, his sexy girlfriend, and the hard-earned money he had finally managed to save.
As he was pondering, a whistling sound arose. A transport plane slowly descended and began to circle overhead.