Chapter 1420
: I'll pay you 1 to help me commit treason, are you in or not?
The figure was very small, almost blending into the moon's halo. If it weren't for her superhuman vision after awakening her special ability, she would never have been able to see it.
But she could see it clearly—there was a person standing in the void in front of the moon, his figure straight, the hem of his clothes fluttering in the night wind.
The enormous full moon, like a giant silver plate, cast the figure into a solitary and sharp silhouette.
Jiang Qinqin's eyes widened, her heart pounded in her chest, almost leaping out of her throat.
Jiang Qinqin stared intently at the dark shadow in the center of the full moon, her pupils shrinking to the size of pinpoints.
The moonlight was too bright, almost blinding. It wasn't the brightness of lamplight, but a cool and clear brightness, as if someone had carved a hole in the black sky and poured in the light of another world.
The figure stood in that light, the hem of his clothes fluttering in the wind, his body as straight as a knife stuck between heaven and earth.
Her heart pounded in her chest and then began to race wildly.
impossible.
This is the Kyushu Special Training Center, hidden deep within a primeval forest. There is no one in sight for dozens of kilometers around, and there isn't even a decent road.
The base was surrounded by three layers of security, with infrared detection, vibration sensing, and drone patrols—all the modern monitoring methods were being used.
Let alone a person, even if a wild rabbit runs in, a yellow alert will pop up on the control center's duty screen.
But the figure stood in the middle of the moon, in the void within her sight.
Moreover, the figure was approaching her at an extremely fast speed.
It wasn't falling, nor flying; it was a movement somewhere in between, an incomprehensible form of motion. Like an arrow shot from the sky, it pierced straight towards her, moving so fast that it left a blurry afterimage in the moonlight.
The edges of the afterimage were distorted due to the high speed, like a view seen through uneven glass.
Jiang Qinqin instinctively took half a step back, her back hitting the window frame with a dull thud. Her breathing became rapid, and her right hand instinctively reached for her waist—but there was nothing there.
She was wearing the training center's uniform, with no weapons on her belt, not even a dagger.
The figure was getting closer and closer.
Three thousand meters.
Two kilometers.
One kilometer.
Jiang Qinqin finally saw the man's outline clearly.
It was a man. He was tall and muscular, with proportions that seemed meticulously calculated. He had broad shoulders and a narrow waist, and every muscle was perfectly aligned with his bones.
He was wearing clothes of indeterminate color, covered in dust and stains, with a tear at the cuff revealing his muscular forearms.
His hair was blown back by the wind, revealing a face with sharp features but plain features—his cheekbones were somewhat wide, his chin was square, and the corners of his eyes were slightly upturned. It was a face that would be hard to spot in a crowd.
But those eyes.
Jiang Qinqin will never forget those eyes in her life.
What kind of eyes were they? Like a deep well in winter, cold and deep, with a calm and still surface, but with unseen undercurrents surging at the bottom.
His eyes were slightly sunken, and the color of his pupils was a deep brown, gleaming with a cold metallic sheen in the moonlight. His gaze pierced through hundreds of meters, landing directly on her face, like two cold nails, pinning her to the spot.
Jiang Qinqin's lips moved, and she squeezed out a barely audible sound from her throat.
"...Captain Luo?"
The figure stopped less than ten meters from the window, hovering in mid-air with its feet level with the ground on the third floor. It stood there without any support, as if its feet were on an invisible ground.
The wind blew the hem of his clothes, making a series of soft flapping sounds.
Luo Fei's voice came in from outside the window. It sounded a little muffled through the thin glass, but every word was clear.
"Jiang Qinqin, do you believe me?"
Jiang Qinqin's mind exploded with a bang.
She didn't know what she was thinking. No—she knew what she was thinking, but she couldn't organize those thoughts into a coherent logic. The first thought that popped into her head when she saw Luo Fei was, "He's still alive."
My second thought was, "How did he find this place?" My third thought was, "Why did he change his face?"
But all these thoughts were swept away by an even more intense emotion, scattered and fragmented, like a flash flood breaching an already crumbling dam.
She pushed open the window, and the night breeze, carrying the damp scent of a primeval forest, rushed into the room. The scent was a mixture of the fresh fragrance of pine needles, the earthy smell of soil, and an indescribable sweetness from decaying vegetation—cold and refreshing, penetrating straight into her lungs.
"I believe."
She didn't say, "How did you get here?", "How did you find this place?", or "What happened to your face?" She simply said, "I believe you." Two words, crisp and decisive, without the slightest hesitation.
Luo Fei looked into her eyes and remained silent for a second.
"I'm going to Japan for revenge. I need to borrow your plane."
Jiang Qinqin was stunned for a moment.
She owns a plane. To be precise, it's a Gulfstream G650ER ultra-long-range business jet, worth approximately four to five hundred million dollars. It was a gift from her father for her eighteenth birthday.
Her father, Jiang Zhengyuan, is the head of one of the top ten private energy groups in Daxia, with assets exceeding 100 billion yuan. For him, an airplane worth several hundred million yuan is like buying a toy for an ordinary person.
Jiang Qinqin grew up in this kind of environment and had no concept of money. She could have whatever she wanted, but what she lacked was genuine care.
She had never mentioned the plane to anyone in the Sky Secrets Group, including Luo Fei. It wasn't that she was deliberately hiding it; rather, she simply didn't think it was a big deal.
To her, a private jet is just like someone else's bicycle; she rides it when she needs it and leaves it in the garage to collect dust when she doesn't.
But now Luo Fei has mentioned this plane.
She did not hesitate at all.
"it is good."
One word.
Luo Fei glanced at her, then added calmly.
“I don’t plan to fly the plane back. If I do, it will most likely be shot down, or I’ll destroy it myself. You’ll lose hundreds of millions.”
Jiang Qinqin suddenly smiled.
Her smile was completely different from the cold-faced, silent elite of the Tianji Group who trained and carried out missions. The corners of her mouth turned up slightly, her eyes curved into crescent moons, and she exuded an indescribable ease and relief.
She stood by the window, the night wind ruffling her short hair, a few stray strands clinging to her cheeks, softening her otherwise aloof face.
"Money is just a number to me."
Her voice was calm, as if she were talking about something trivial. "My dad gives me more than a few hundred million in pocket money every year."
I've flown that plane less than ten times; it spends most of its time sitting in the hangar collecting dust. I'd give it to you, let alone just lend it to you for a short while.
Luo Fei nodded but didn't say thank you.
It wasn't that he wasn't grateful, but he knew Jiang Qinqin didn't need those two words. He turned to leave.
"Wait a moment!"
Jiang Qinqin's voice suddenly rose a little, carrying an anxiety that she herself hadn't expected.
Luo Fei stopped what he was doing and turned to look at her.
Jiang Qinqin opened her mouth, wanting to say something. She wanted to ask him what had happened, why he had been labeled a traitor, how he had managed during this time, and how he got the scars on his face.
But when she looked into Luo Fei's calm, almost icy eyes, all her questions got stuck in her throat.
She only said one sentence at the end.
When do you need it?
"Before 8 a.m. tomorrow, the plane should fly to Haiwei City Shuipo Airport and wait for me, with a full tank of gas."
"it is good."
As soon as Jiang Qinqin finished speaking, Luo Fei's figure had already floated dozens of meters backward. His body drew a smooth arc in the air, like a nocturnal raptor, without making a sound.
The moonlight shone on his back, coating his entire body with a silvery-white outline. The edges of the outline became increasingly blurred as the distance increased, eventually merging into the cool moonlight, making it impossible to distinguish between the moonlight and the figure.
Jiang Qinqin stood by the window, looking at the empty night sky, and a feeling she couldn't quite describe welled up inside her.
She was thinking about a question she had never dared to think about deeply before.
What if I had met him sooner?
I didn't meet him in the Heavenly Secrets Group—by then he was already someone else's husband.
But much earlier, before her family sent her abroad to study, before she walked to school alone in that small town of Jiangcheng, before she learned to protect herself with indifference and hardness—if she had met him then, would her life have been different?
These questions have no answers, and will never have answers.
Jiang Qinqin took a deep breath, suppressing all those chaotic thoughts, then picked up the internal phone on the table and dialed a number.
The phone was answered after ringing twice.
"Lu Chuan, come to my dormitory now."
A man's voice came from the other end of the phone, sounding groggy and confused from just being woken up: "Sister Jiang, now? It's almost eleven o'clock..."
"Right now."
"...Okay, I'll be right there."
Jiang Qinqin hung up the phone, turned to look at the bright full moon outside the window, and her expression had returned to its usual calm and decisiveness.
Less than five minutes later, there was a knock on the door.
Jiang Qinqin opened the door, and there stood a man in his early thirties, wearing a wrinkled dark blue work uniform, with messy hair, who looked like he had just crawled out of bed.
His name is Lü Chuan, and he is the head of the logistics support department at the Kyushu Special Training Center, responsible for managing all the base's transportation vehicles, including the Gulfstream G650ER parked in the hangar.
Lu Chuan has a unique characteristic—he's reliable and extremely tight-lipped. He worked at the Kyushu Special Training Center for over three years, handling at least several hundred classified documents, but he never revealed a single word about them to anyone.
The base leaders trusted him completely, and Jiang Qinqin trusted him just as much.
"Come in and speak."
Jiang Qinqin stepped aside.
Lu Chuan entered the room, his eyes subconsciously scanning the surroundings. Jiang Qinqin's room was very clean, almost excessively so.
The quilt was folded into a perfect square, and all the items on the table were arranged neatly according to size. Even the potted green ivy on the windowsill looked as if it had been measured at an angle, with its leaves pointing at exactly forty-five degrees.
The air in the room was a bit cool, the window was still open, and the night breeze kept blowing in, making the curtains rustle.
"Close the door."
Lu Chuan turned around and closed the door, then looked at Jiang Qinqin, waiting for her to speak.
Jiang Qinqin stood by the window, her back to it, and the moonlight cast her long shadow on the floor.
"Lu Chuan, I need you to do something for me."
"Sister Jiang, please speak."
"Get my plane to Haiwei City Shuipo Airport by 8 a.m. tomorrow, fill it up with gas, and wait."
Lu Chuan frowned slightly.
"Sister Jiang, flying to Haiwei now? Applying for a flight route at this time is probably too late. Even if we go through the expedited approval process, we still need to arrive at least six hours in advance..."
"You don't need to worry about the flight routes."
Jiang Qinqin interrupted him, "My dad has connections at the Civil Aviation Administration of China. I can get it done with a phone call in a bit. You just need to arrange the planes and pilots."
Lu Chuan nodded and asked another question.
Who are you going to pick up?
Jiang Qinqin remained silent for a second.
"Luo Fei."
Lu Chuan's expression changed instantly.
Of course he knew who Luo Fei was. The Luo Fei for whom the Dali Division had issued an A-level arrest warrant, offered a ten million yuan reward for nationwide capture, and was officially removed from the list by the National Security Headquarters.
The most wanted criminal with the highest bounty since the founding of the Great Xia Dynasty, the one who was labeled a "traitor" and a "murderer" by the official media.
"Sister Jiang, about this matter..."
Lu Chuan lowered his voice, a thin layer of sweat beading on his forehead, "Do you know what level his arrest warrant is at now? Anyone who harbors Luo Fei and assists Luo Fei's escape will be treated as an accomplice to treason, and could face the death penalty at most. You asked me to arrange a plane to pick him up; if we get caught, we'll both be..."
"Ten million."
Jiang Qinqin interrupted him, her tone as indifferent as if she were talking about the weather today.
"what?"
Lu Chuan was stunned for a moment.
"I will transfer ten million to your account as payment for your help this time."
Jiang Qinqin turned around, looked into Lü Chuan's eyes, and said, word by word.
"No matter the outcome, the ten million is yours. If anything goes wrong, I will take full responsibility, and it will have nothing to do with you. You only arranged for a plane to take off according to my instructions; you knew nothing else."
Lu Chuan opened his mouth, and his Adam's apple bobbed up and down.
Ten million.
His current annual salary is 250,000, but with various subsidies and bonuses, he takes home less than 300,000 a year. Ten million is the amount he would have to save for over thirty years without eating or drinking. (End of Chapter)