Love, death, and false man

Chapter 43. Aces
Oxygen makes people excited. When a commercial airliner crashes at an altitude of 10,000 meters, the oxygen masks are deployed. This is not to help people survive, but simply to give them the courage to face death.

The Universal 7500 also deployed an oxygen mask, but due to severe imbalance, it couldn't be worn at all.

The cabin depressurized, oxygen leaked out, and the large rift sucked everything in.

"Hold……"

Fang Yan wanted to curse but couldn't. So what if he was jumping out of a parachute? It wasn't a big deal. He stayed firmly behind the L-shaped counter in the lounge, mentally preparing himself.

The plane was shaking more violently than expected, and the damaged wing began to tilt sharply forward.

Although Ji Wei had long been prepared for death, she never expected to die in such an environment.

The bedroom door was ripped open by the wind pressure, and she was also pulled out by the suction.

The instinctive survival reaction unleashed all the power of his soul fire; his hand even dug into the floor, but it still scraped grooves and slowly moved downwards, while his baseball cap flew off.

It slipped from my grasp suddenly due to the bumpy ride.

The sound of the impact was drowned out by the howling wind, and the L-shaped lounge counter also held her in place, preventing her from being sucked out by the wind.

Fang Yan was already in a state of extreme tension, and Ji Wei's sudden appearance startled him. Wasn't this the woman he had met at the lakeside park that day? What was she doing here?

Ji Wei was in a somewhat confused state. When she saw Fang Yan beside her, her brain temporarily shut down. Outside the bursting crack was Binhai City, but even the buildings hundreds of meters high looked like miniature matchboxes to her.

Perhaps due to the overwhelming sexual repression and some kind of pheromone secreted by her, Fang Yan himself did not know why he made this decision.

Perhaps it's because they don't want to enter... the cruel end of the world and the cold wonderland.

It's also possible that her voice sounded familiar that day, but I couldn't remember where I had heard it before.

Although the sound became muffled in the howling wind, the distance was too close.

"what are you doing?"

"Hold on to me, and don't let go."

"That's suicidal, yet they managed to make an emergency landing."

"Waiting any longer is suicide. Trust me, I have superpowers."

"superpower?"

Ji Wei then realized that the suspicious man she had seen in the lakeside park that day was actually the Salvation Army she had encountered in the Time Coordination Operation. What a coincidence!

It's so coincidental, it's like... a coordinated operation in time.

"Just trust me."

Fang Yan stopped speaking, his oxygen levels were rapidly decreasing, and he was about to collapse, so he picked up Ji Wei in his arms.

Ji Wei had no better choice. All the news and movies about the forced landing were negative. She clung tightly to Fang Yan's neck, even though she knew he was a terrorist who had to be eliminated.

Fang Yan wasn't really confident, but he just went ahead anyway. He checked the time on his watch; a free fall of 10,000 meters would take 44 seconds. He started timing with his electronic watch.

They're on! They're on!
This courage can only be described as insane. The first person to skydive barehanded, he leaped out of the massive crevice in an instant...

A burst of intense light pierced through the thin veil of clouds, dazzling the eye.

Fang Yan then realized that he had a huge misunderstanding about skydiving, and it was far more complicated than simply pulling the rope when the time came.

Furthermore, he was not carrying a parachute backpack, so he did not have the psychological suggestion of "safety".

In the first second of the fall, it felt as if my spine was being forcibly elongated by a giant hand. My instinct was to scream, but the air had already been sucked out of my lungs, and my vocal cords were twisted by the wind pressure. All I could hear was the howling of the air slamming against my eardrums.

The clouds shattered into sharp ice crystals before my eyes, and the sub-zero cold seeped into my clothes. My fingertips lost some feeling. It turns out that the cold at high altitudes has weight, like someone carving words on my skin with shards of glass.

Fang Yan was initially in a daze.

Ji Wei simply clung tightly to Fang Yan's neck, not daring to look down at the scene below, her head buried completely in Fang Yan's chest.

The wind, falling at 200 kilometers per hour, cut through the skin, leaving bruises at the joints of the clothes.

The intense spatial and auditory disorientation led Fang Yan to make a wrong judgment. He reached out to pull the rope buckle of his parachute backpack, only to find that he was holding a woman horizontally in his arms.

A high-pitched shriek filled the air, accompanied by primal fear. His heart pounded in his chest, leaving bruises, each beat resonating throughout his body as he entered a critical state. A certain innate warrior gene, coupled with repeated experiences of this critical state, brought Fang Yan back to full consciousness.

I checked the timer on my digital watch; it had only been 8 seconds.

It's too early, it's not the right time yet.

"May I have your name."

For the first time in his life, Fang Yan mustered the courage to actively pursue a girl. He believed he was in his best condition. Not hearing her speak, he loudly repeated himself in her ear.

Ji Wei, who had been reciting movie lines to keep herself from being scared, was now completely distracted and glanced down at her.

Because my brain was a bit out of sorts, it was all rapid questioning and answering.

"I trust you……"

The ground rapidly magnified on my retina, my gaze smoothing out geological folds formed over hundreds of millions of years, before I quickly buried my head in Fang Yan's arms.

Although I had prepared myself for death, I am afraid of heights.

Fang Yan was speechless. What was going on? The thoughts he read were exactly the same. He guessed she was terrified.

I glanced at my watch; it was only 15 seconds. It should be around 35-40 seconds. The time isn't important; it's just for reference. Judging by the angle of attack, the altitude should be around 1000 to 2000 meters.

I don't know where we'll land or what we'll get caught on. I'll try to get as close to an open beach as possible. Luckily, I learned how to adjust my attitude and control my direction in the tutorial a few days ago.

Fang Yan kept watching the time and measuring the height and distance.

Ji Wei didn't know how much time had passed; to her, each second of this high-speed descent felt like an eternity.

Her whole body tensed up, as if she could already foresee the gruesome sight of her body being reduced to a bloody pulp.

Her breathing became more rapid, and she hugged herself tighter. In a daze, she sensed the impending shattering of death and the approach of that moment.

but……

It did not perish as expected.

Suddenly, the torso shed all its excess weight, and the soul seemed to fly out of the body, as if gravity had disappeared.

Although it was still falling, under the strong psychological suggestion, this contrast made it feel like rising, like sitting on floating cotton, with the whole body feeling weak and powerless, yet incredibly safe and comfortable.

Fang Yan had been agonizing over the parachuting issue, and after extracting the mold for the parachute backpack, he dared not change it at all. Who says Sinister Gear is useless? Sinister Gear is far too useful.

When Ji Wei opened her eyes, she was already in the air above the coastal bay area, with the bayside jungle and seaside road trails below.

Standing at a height equivalent to six or seven ordinary office buildings above the ground, I looked up and stared at the suspicious man I had encountered in the lakeside park a few days ago.

He was extremely focused on adjusting his direction, trying to avoid being hit by a car on the road or getting stuck in a tree, and for a moment he was completely distracted.

After landing smoothly on the beach, Fang Yan withdrew the projection and put Ji Wei down.

She was still in a state of complete mental blankness, her body floating lightly upwards, and she still hadn't let go.

After standing on the ground for a long time and feeling the weight of the reef, Fang Yan let out a long breath, hoping that future missions wouldn't be so thrilling.

Seeing Ji Wei, who was still somewhat dazed and confused, Fang Yan was about to speak.

Xia Bing called, but I forgot everything I wanted to say.

"You'll forget about it anyway."

Fang Yan casually said, removing Ji Wei's hand, turning his back with a rather dashing "you're welcome, goodbye" gesture, and answered Xia Bing's call.

Xia Bing breathed a sigh of relief the moment the call connected.

Even after that figure disappeared, Ji Wei was still in a daze. The waves crashed against the rocks, and after a while, she pulled up her collar and smelled the strange odor mixed with cheap cigarettes and alcohol.

"Pheromone..."

(End of this chapter)