TYMIMA Chapter 11

With only five hours left until 3 PM, assassination preparations couldn’t be delayed.

 

Zhan Pingchuan quickly reviewed the three-dimensional architectural layout of Harbor Tan International Airport, not missing even the public toilet in the most remote corner of the courier company’s cargo apron.

 

As a coastal city leading the Federation in GDP, Harbor Tan had built an airport a hundred years ago. With continuous renovations over the years, Harbor Tan International Airport had become a giant airport with four terminals, covering a million square meters.

 

In addition, Harbor Tan had only one cross-sea bridge connecting to the mainland. But due to the Federation government’s laxity in traffic control, the cross-sea bridge had become a ‘beautiful’ bladder-testing scenic route. Young, strong men would start off fine, but after eight hours of congestion, they’d end up with burst bladders and emergency hospital visits.

 

As for ferries, due to strong winds at sea today, all ferries from Harbor Tan to the mainland had been suspended for safety reasons. Besides, ferries were too slow and inconveniently located, wasting a lot of time per trip.

 

So Zhan Pingchuan could be certain that the only transportation option for the two Blue Pivot Ability Inspection Team members to reach Capital City was by plane.

 

It was known that the B-level Awakened’s second-tier ability [Voice Print Capture] could hear any movement within a two-hundred-meter radius. Even the sound of a bullet cutting through the air could be keenly detected by him, allowing for a quick response.

 

So the most straightforward approach would be to wait until the two boarded the plane, ascended into the air, trapped in a confined space with no escape, and then shoot down the plane with a rocket launcher.

 

But this existed only in Zhan Pingchuan’s unrealistic fantasy. As mentioned, Harbor Tan was an island, and its only cross-sea bridge was completely jammed. Ghost Eye Guild had limited personnel to dispatch, and anyone coming from Desert City would also need to fly. Trying to carry a large destructive weapon was simply a pipe dream.

 

He had considered whether someone in Harbor Tan could provide him with a Type 69 40mm rocket launcher. With that, he could certainly turn these two inspection team pillars into the most beautiful fireworks in the sky.

 

Unfortunately, the High Tower Guild stationed in Harbor Tan happened to be Ghost Eye Guild’s arch-enemy. The two had been fighting life and death battles in the crystal ore trading market for years, their struggle history a moving record of commercial warfare.

 

As top guilds, they naturally employed some dark methods that made listeners shudder and gasp.

 

For instance, blocking the keyholes of the opponent’s hotel rooms before a trade meeting, making them miss the trading venue and lose big deals.

 

Or secretly deflating the tires of the opponent’s luxury cars for receiving clients at night, causing them to thoroughly offend their customers.

 

Or using unspeakable means to bribe the opponent’s pricing representatives, intercepting their clients with lower prices.

 

Even worse, modifying the opponent’s presentation slides before their speech, replacing them with a set of sensual spring palace pictures…

 

In short, this had to be a self-reliant, persevering operation. Zhan Pingchuan decisively made his decision—

 

Close-range assassination!

 

The VIP building at Harbor Tan International Airport was separate from the terminal. Logically, high-ranking officials of the Blue Pivot Ability Inspection Team would wait in the VIP lounge.

 

Zhan Pingchuan pulled up the architectural layout of the VIP building and found a stainless steel door on the east side of the parking lot, which was a passage for goods.

 

The meals, drinks, towels, souvenirs, and other items provided for VIP customers in the VIP building were all transported through this door. Staff would come to move the goods. The airport’s inspection of goods was quite weak, but staff were required to wear masks to maintain hygiene.

 

So the best way to approach the Blue Pivot inspection team was to disguise as staff, enter through this door, and get close to Kluova and Boras under the pretext of providing service. No need to do much—just put something in their food and drinks, then quickly retreat. Then they could wait for the Federation government to announce the bad news.

 

Meanwhile, Lance enlarged the satellite image. After carefully studying the runway, tower, apron, passenger station, terminal, aircraft taxiway, and even the VIP building, he decisively circled an area on the taxiway with an electronic pen. When he paused, the pen tip also solemnly made a dot.

 

Actually, from the time the Blue Pivot inspection team personnel entered the airport VIP lounge until they boarded and departed, Lance could think of many assassination methods, but they were all meaningless.

 

Because the chameleon-form Awakened Kluova’s first-tier ability [Absolute Concealment] could transform herself and others into any face.

 

Hiding in plain sight—Harbor Tan International Airport had a flow of 100,000 passengers, and the VIP building received thousands of clients daily. The inspection team would have more than a dozen security personnel traveling with them. Kluova and Boras could exist as anyone’s identity, and Mad Clown and Duma, just two people, couldn’t possibly kill them all.

 

Moreover, Kluova’s level matched Mad Clown’s, far exceeding Duma’s C-level. Boras’s level was unknown—what if he happened to be an S-level? Then the Black Lantern Society would be like the Calabash Brothers rescuing their grandfather, sending people one by one to their deaths.

 

The most rapid and convenient approach now was to blow up the plane.

 

No matter who Kluova and Boras disguised themselves as, they would ultimately board a plane to Star University. As long as they blew up the specially reported small aircraft flying to Capital City at 3 PM, no matter how well Kluova could hide, it would be useless.

 

Having made his decision, Lance let out a light breath. He placed his hand on the tablet, pressing slightly, causing his finger bones and blood vessels to raise the skin in ridges.

 

Just to the right of the two takeoff taxiways, in a position facing the terminal from afar, there was an old aircraft maintenance service center.

 

This center housed aircraft with urgent repair needs, or old models that had been phased out and could no longer fly.

 

The maintenance service center always had more machines than people. Since modern aircraft maintenance had become modular—workers no longer needed to check accident locations but simply removed and replaced entire sections—fewer people were needed.

 

The top floor of the maintenance center was a large platform housing ventilation equipment and emergency fire water tanks. Security here was weak, with no surveillance equipment around—a perfect sniping spot.

 

The steps to bring a rocket launcher into the airport weren’t a concern, as Mad Clown’s second-tier ability [Shadow Anchoring] would come in handy.

 

With everything arranged, they could only wait for good news.

 

At this critical juncture, staying away from the crowd for too long might arouse suspicion.

 

Lance unlocked the bathroom door and walked back to the classroom.

 

The B-level Alpha’s corpse had already been carried away. Everyone’s attention was on Dean Erdiff’s mysterious death; no one cared about the removed harasser.

 

Just as Erdiff had said on the first day, Star University upheld the law of the jungle. A B-level being killed by an A-level was perfectly normal, and no one cared.

 

But there weren’t many people left in the classroom. Most obedient freshmen had already returned to their dormitories under the student council president’s threats and intimidation.

 

Lance guessed that today’s teaching courses would all be canceled. The school would clear the playground to accommodate the two Awakened ones from the Blue Pivot inspection team.

 

He looked around and found that Zhan Pingchuan was indeed gone.

 

“What are you trying to do? Why haven’t you left yet! I’m telling you, if you don’t cooperate with the school’s work, when the Blue Pivot Ability Inspection Team arrives, they’ll arrest you all as suspects!” The student council president roared. He then fixed his gaze on Lance, who had just entered. “Why did you come back? Are you deliberately opposing the school?”

 

Lance thought to himself that it seemed he had no choice but to return to the dormitory.

 

“I’m leaving now.”

 

With that, he adjusted his backpack strap and turned to walk out of the teaching building.

 

Passing the playground again, the dancing mascot was gone. Deng Zhi had taken her mother away last night, to an unknown destination.

 

Lance turned to look at the spot where Erdiff had been teleported away, his gaze profound.

 

To think there were ability users who could restore voice prints and scenes—it was truly unexpected.

 

Nowadays, the abilities humans awakened were increasingly diverse, and underground cities appeared more and more frequently.

 

This wasn’t a good sign. More ability users meant the unknown entities in the underground cities were becoming stronger. Perhaps one day, those terrifying things would truly break through their constraints and descend upon this land.

 

Then, Earth would truly become hell.

 

Lance turned the doorknob of the dormitory and found that Zhan Pingchuan was already under the covers, asleep.

 

His sleeping posture was quite bad—head covered, legs spread, arms extended, one pointing up and one swaying down, in a posture that used every available space on the bed, making the sheets a complete mess.

 

Lance found it amusing. With Zhan Pingchuan’s height and leg length, if he didn’t get a bed over two meters long in the future, he could forget about sharing a bed with his wife.

 

He quietly put down his backpack and tiptoed into the bathroom with his tablet.

 

Zhan Pingchuan, deliberately displaying a terrible sleeping posture, was actually lying with his eyes open under the covers.

 

He had sensed Lance as soon as he entered, but due to the little cutie’s stirring feelings for him, he had to adopt an unappealing posture to prevent the little cutie from sneaking to his bedside while he slept, admiring his handsome sleeping face, caressing his deep-set eyes, kissing his sexy lips…

 

Sure enough, this plan was fucking successful.

 

Zhan Pingchuan wore a dejected expression.

 

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In the blink of an eye, it was one o’clock in the afternoon.

 

Ghost Eye Guild members arrived at Harbor Tan International Airport. After passing through security and leaving the terminal, they turned and headed straight for the VIP building.

 

A report came through Zhan Pingchuan’s miniature earpiece—

 

“Young Master, we’ve arrived. It’s so damn hot today. Hey, do you think it’s because High Tower Guild is here? Why do I hate this place as soon as I arrive?”

 

Zhan Pingchuan stared at the position displayed on his smart watch, noticing that the two members were sprinting rapidly, so he tapped his earpiece to indicate he understood.

 

“Shit! There’s a guard at the parking lot!”

 

Zhan Pingchuan frowned.

 

“Hehe, but it’s just an old man with blurry vision. Easy.”

 

Zhan Pingchuan: “……”

 

The VIP building had many users coming and going, most of whom were picked up and dropped off by cars that would take them directly to the parking area in front of the building, where airport staff would personally open doors to receive them.

 

The two members took advantage of an incoming car, quickly ran a few steps to jump onto its rear, then silently slid under the chassis along the taillights.

 

Attached to the chassis, they successfully evaded inspection.

 

“We’re in, Young Master. The car’s undercarriage is so dirty. I think I saw a rat’s tail.”

 

Thump.

 

Shut up.

 

Zhan Pingchuan was suffering terribly. Making a chatterbox communicate only by tapping an earpiece—what torture was this?

 

“Young Master, do you want us to shut up? Have mercy, this is our first time assassinating Blue Pivot inspection team members!”

 

After reaching the parking lot, using cars as cover, they successfully avoided surveillance cameras and arrived near the goods entrance.

 

As luck would have it, a delivery truck had just stopped at the door. Workers in light blue uniforms wearing masks came out, grumbling as they carried goods inside.

 

The two had hidden in a closed container beforehand. When someone came to move the goods, they knocked them unconscious, changed into their clothes, put on masks, and successfully entered the VIP building.

 

“OK, we’re in.”

 

Zhan Pingchuan breathed a sigh of relief.

 

He was so stifled he couldn’t stand it anymore. He couldn’t help pulling the blanket, exposing his head, and taking several deep breaths of fresh air.

 

Then he realized that Lance still hadn’t come out of the bathroom all this time.

 

He was either taking a bath or sitting on the toilet.

 

Could it be that the little cutie had digestive problems?

 

On the other side, Mad Clown seemed more relaxed. He had found the airport maintenance workers’ dormitory in advance. Taking advantage of people returning for their midday rest, he easily threw anchor points onto their shadows.

 

When the maintenance workers started their shift at two in the afternoon and entered the maintenance service center, Mad Clown and Duma teleported to the worker’s side via the anchor point.

 

Before the worker could cry out in surprise, Duma calmly knocked him unconscious, and Mad Clown threw him to some random distant anchor point.

 

“Smooth as silk,” Mad Clown said, lifting the corners of his lips painted with red greasepaint.

 

Duma handed the projectile from his back to Mad Clown, then found a spot and obediently squatted down, like a mushroom growing from the ground.

 

“The system shows that Kluova and Boras have entered the airport,” he said in a flat voice, his eyes looking straight ahead, clear as a lake.

 

The image displayed on Lance’s tablet came from the camera on Duma’s neck.

 

They were clearly on the rooftop terrace. In the distance was an endless sea horizon, waves rolling and crashing in the strong wind, as if trying to shatter the thick clouds.

 

Aircraft constantly took off and landed on the straight, wide taxiway. Signal lights flashed, illuminating faces pressed against the glass windows of the terminal.

 

It was evident that security had been discreetly strengthened. The best takeoff and landing photography spots along the taxiway were now empty, and plainclothes officers with weapons patrolled near the boarding gates.

 

Lance instructed: “Duma, report any unusual activity in the airport system.”

 

“Mm.” Duma held the camera on his neck with both hands, as if holding Lance himself. His consciousness was already roaming through the entire airport system.

 

“Alright, alright, good boy.” Mad Clown skillfully connected the projectile and propellant cartridge, hefting it on his shoulder to test its weight.

 

He tried several positions, made angle calculations against other landing and taking off aircraft, and only after confirming he had found the optimal sniping position did he relax, rubbing his shoulders.

 

At this distance, in this position, one shot would be fatal at exactly three o’clock.

 

However, just then, Duma suddenly frowned and poked the camera: “Lance, someone is using an access card against regulations.”

 

At the same time, the two Ghost Eye Guild members were placing their employee cards in the VIP room’s magnetic sensing area when the door suddenly emitted a piercing alarm.

 

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