Chapter 157 Waiting

After waiting in the base for more than thirty hours, Fang Senyan and his team finally received inside information.

To be precise, it was inside information from the Civil Aviation Administration and the FBI.

The accuracy of this information was beyond doubt, and the source was very high-level. The reason why the base was so well-informed was due to the fact that the official Noah's Ark tickets were too few. As the saying goes, only dead men can keep secrets, so rumors of the end of the world began to spread, directly leading to brisk sales of counterfeit tickets here at the base.

With common interests at stake, what did investigating the whereabouts of two people matter?

The two people who leaked the information were, of course, the buyers of the counterfeit tickets.

According to intelligence, Mr. Jackson Crust had just returned from a medical consultation with his daughter at a hospital in Miami, while Dr. Adrian had returned from the depths of the South Pacific Ocean aboard a nuclear submarine, collecting first-hand data.

Dr. Adrian was an important figure in charge of the project, so his safety was undoubtedly comparable to that of the president. In a world with legendary figures, this level of protection could not be easily breached by contractors.

According to further detailed information, Mr. Jackson Crust had encountered some accidents during his journey, but he seemed to be blessed by the goddess of luck and was unharmed. For example, a thug had once blasted him with a shotgun, but the shotgun inexplicably exploded. An out-of-control truck crashed into him and his daughter, but an earthquake happened to occur, and the unlucky earth fissure stopped the truck, which then crashed into a nearby gas station...

As soon as Fang Senyan heard this, he knew that Jackson Crust must have been blessed with the luck of a protagonist, and a particularly powerful one at that, because he was, after all, just an ordinary person. So the only thing he could rely on was unparalleled luck!

Attacking such a guy would definitely mean that not only would his luck climb to its peak, but the attacker's luck would probably be reduced to the extreme!

Looking at Mr. Jackson Crust's information, Fang Senyan's heart suddenly stirred, as if he had captured something very important, but he couldn't quite put his finger on it.

However, this was not the time to stay and think slowly, because they had to race against time. Since his group could receive the information, it meant that others would soon get similar information, or even earlier than his group.

Even with the thought of only completing the minimum progress task, they must rescue someone as soon as possible!

"Mr. Jackson Crust looks pretty good." Fang Senyan checked his name, and then the legendary figures in the base very appropriately cooperated with their actions by launching a feint attack, making the other forces a little panicked and hurriedly returned to contract.

So, after passing through Professor X's mental barrier, they successfully boarded a helicopter to Manhattan Beach, California, without much effort.

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Mr. Jackson Crust's main occupation was as a best-selling author. But unfortunately, most of the books he wrote were piled up in his own home. Obviously, they were not bestsellers and had few readers, or rather, few readers of the genuine version - 422 to be exact.

So he once became economically embarrassed and became the laughingstock of the people around him. Then, in the end, in order to make a living, he had to work as a driver for a Russian super-rich - in this respect, the author of this book seems to be much luckier than this protagonist. Hehe.

He had a son and a daughter, but his wife had divorced him and remarried, and was about to let her remarried husband use her womb to carry on the family line, but this wife still had some lingering feelings for her ex-husband.

This was Mr. Jackson Crust's life experience and interpersonal relationships in the first half of his life. It could be seen that those days were not going well for him, or in familiar terms, he was accumulating good karma. But, he was a person who could always maintain an optimistic and positive attitude, and his mentality was very good.

And now, he had finally waited for the day when his luck turned.

Fang Senyan made another call to Mr. Jackson Crust on the plane. When he dialed this number before, it was always out of service, definitely deliberately shielded by the space. Now...it finally went through.

"Mr. Jackson Crust?"

A very tired and angry voice came from the other end of the phone:

"Although I'm sorry to say this, sir, I don't need any credit cards, refrigerators, washing machines, cars, or any other promotional goods right now. I just want to lie down in bed and get a good night's sleep. Although it's very happy to be with my two children, the troubles that arise from it drain all my energy like a sponge. Okay, that's it, I don't mind if you call me back in ten hours, goodbye."

Fang Senyan listened to the beeping dial tone coming from the phone, spread his hands, shrugged his shoulders, and then tossed the phone to Zi:

"How many people have you recruited?"

Zi was stunned and said:

"What are you asking this for?"

Fang Senyan insisted:

"Answer me first."

Zi thought for a while and said:

"I personally interviewed and recruited only the president of the Chinese region and the HR director of the European region."

Fang Senyan smiled and said:

"Then dial Mr. Jackson Crust's phone, tell him that you have read his masterpiece, that you think many of his ideas are in line with your own, and that you want to talk to him about a new job. This is very important, because only you can create the most realistic effect. We can't underestimate Mr. Jackson Crust's IQ."

Zi rolled her eyes at Fang Senyan, then dialed the phone, and persuaded Mr. Jackson Crust without much effort. The demeanor of a strong woman was fully displayed, specifically as follows:

"Hello, Mr. Jackson Crust, I wonder if you are interested in a job with an annual salary of $700,000 and a signing bonus of $200,000?"

"What?? Madam, are you sure it's not April Fool's Day today?"

"If you accept, then you can report your credit card account, and you will immediately receive a $100,000 advance signing fee to prove that this is not a scam. In fact, my boss is a reader of yours and agrees with some of the views in your book, and now he has been promoted to president and is short of people."

"This...this...Madam, although it's presumptuous, I'm an adult, and I still like to convince myself with numbers and facts, so my credit card account is..."

"You can check your balance in ten minutes."

After saying this, Zi hung up the phone very simply, and then said to Fang Senyan:

"Transfer the money, and then handle it yourself."

Fang Senyan sighed and said:

"Sure enough, money is the most persuasive thing."

However, just when Fang Senyan thought everything would go so smoothly, the Nightmare Imprint suddenly sent a reminder:

"Warning, warning, Dr. Adrian, one of the two key protected targets, has died!"

"Warning: If the writer Jackson Crust dies, then your main mission will fail!"

"Please find and protect the writer Jackson Crust as soon as possible!"

"So fast!!" The shock in the hearts of Fang Senyan and his team at this time can be said to be beyond doubt. If it were them, unless they used Freddy, who was hidden in Old Charlie's body, it would be absolutely impossible to kill someone so quickly. The key is that these key plot figures are likely to be immune to Freddy's mental attacks.

At the thought of this, Fang Senyan immediately transferred the money to Jackson Crust, and then dialed the phone. Obviously, he would no longer be treated coldly at this time.

After asking for Jackson Crust's address, Fang Senyan suddenly heard the sound of glass breaking from the other end of the phone. His heart suddenly tightened! He hurriedly asked Jackson Crust what had happened.

The writer yawned and said casually:

"It seems a pizza delivery guy went to the wrong door."

Fang Senyan's pupils suddenly contracted. Just as he was about to speak, he suddenly heard a earth-shattering explosion in the receiver!!

"Damn it! How could it be so fast?!"

At this time, the string in the hearts of the Ace Team had been tightened tightly! They were afraid of hearing the prompt of mission failure. Fortunately, the heart-wrenching prompt sound did not come, and Fang Senyan and his party had already got off the plane and were sitting in the car speeding over. There was no need for any road signs at all. The thick black smoke rising not far away was their best guiding point.

In the ear-piercing sound of brakes, Fang Senyan jumped out directly like a tiger before the car stopped. Then, after a roll, he pressed his hand on the ground, maintaining a crouching posture, but his whole body was full of explosive power, as if he might lash out and hurt people at any time.

Seeing his appearance, the Ace Team, which was already like a taut string, immediately and quickly entered a state of combat readiness. Fang Senyan's hand pressed on the concrete road silently sank in, as if the place touched was not a hard road surface, but soft sand. A crack appeared on the concrete road where Fang Senyan pressed, quietly spreading forward like a poisonous snake.

Standing in front of Fang Senyan was a strong man with an air of arrogance in his every move. Behind him were three contractor corpses, faintly turning into light and disappearing. The strong man's chest was half-open, and a clear crescent-shaped blood-red scar could be seen extending deep into his lapel.

And two things beside this strong man were the most eye-catching. Lying prostrate at his feet was the extremely important plot character, Jackson Crust. This guy didn't move, and it was unknown whether he was on the verge of death or had fallen into a coma.

The other thing was a long object carried behind the strong man's back! That thing emitted supreme majesty, making people feel like they wanted to kneel down and worship. Even in the sunlight, faint white light could be seen, thin but not scattered, sometimes condensing into an illusion of a cross, sometimes condensing into lightning!