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Chapter 1568 Arranging the bait

"Oak Ridge", a place name that sounds strange. Those who don't know will probably think of the gloomy and terrifying secret base, the densely packed with iron walls. However, at this moment, I am really walking on the American land. What Long Yun saw and heard is very similar to the existing impressions in the real world. Yes, even ol, most of the people working in these places are still ordinary people, and there are many people who check in and go home from get off work every day.

In this case, the plan formulated at the beginning has a more convenient implementation basis.

He walked out of the gate of the experimental center as if he was pretending to be a fool. In the open base parking area, Long Yun first decisively activated his superpowers, which made a soldier on duty distract himself on the spot. He fully utilized his spoof spirit of "watching the fun and not being too serious". While instilling the message of "I am a mentally ill" into the poor big-headed soldier, he applied plasma stolen from the laboratory center's medical room. Of course, there must be no missing from the bayonet. He also tore off his military uniform a few times and dressed up as if he had a full mental attack.

After some arrangements, things became very simple. He directly directed the "mentally ill" soldier to hijack a bad guy who had just gotten off work, making him whisper fiercely, "Jacksonville! - Did you hear that, I'm going to Jacksonville!" While holding a gun on the guy's head, he held a gun until the toyota pickup truck that was full of dust disappeared from his sight.

He took great pains to direct this scene, holding the soldier on duty in his hand, Long Yun hid his body in the dark and continued to observe the movements in the parking lot.

Yes, a fugitive disguised as a murderer is the bait left to the Americans, as for himself?

Ian Fleming, a mysterious UAF pilot, didn't know why this guy actually had his own exclusive airport in O. Now, this is just right for help.

For some reason, although the "mortals" who were under investigation just now knew nothing about this, Long Yun is now sure that not far from the south side of the fifth district of Ol, there was at least one F-22a "Blazers of Prey" in good condition on standby at any time in the small airport of the exclusive Oak Ridge Laboratory Group; this kind of information was simply impossible to obtain from others, and he could only understand it as the superpower confrontation just now, which allowed him to see the memory of the conspirator.

Time passed by little by little, just as Long Yun and others were a little impatient, someone finally came over from the building.

Camilla Bebo, an ordinary researcher in the 5th District Laboratory of O., had just completed a six-hour duty task at this time. While walking towards the car, she was thinking about what to prepare for her family for lunch. She walked to the side of the dark blue Ford Focus, and she opened the car door, got in, and searched for the pass through her handbag. This action took one or two times more time than usual, and then slowly set off on fire and swiped the card at the access control site to get on the road. Of course, she didn't notice that the soldiers who usually patrolled nearby were missing today.

A few kilometers from the laboratory to the town was originally only ten minutes, but on such a sunny morning, Camilla subconsciously took a detour, and stopped for a while because she admired the undulating grass slopes under the sun. Although she recalled it later, she did not think that the unchanging scenery was special.

Drive home all the way and purchase ingredients in a small supermarket in the town as usual. Camilla's employee and housewife lives as usual.

However, she didn't know, and would never have thought that this ordinary and slightly boring trip home had already sent an uninvited guest near her destination.

A secret base, at first glance, is really mediocre at the small airport hiding the Raptor fighter jets.

He rode away from the fifth experimental zone of OL. Along the way, the nervous Long Yun curled up in the back of the car, holding a heavy pistol. However, as he expected, the process of controlling ordinary "mortals" was surprisingly smooth. There were not many people around the sparsely populated town. Even the checkpoints he had originally expected had not pursued, which saved him a lot of trouble.

Escape from a large experimental institution controlled by the United States but was not immediately pursued. This phenomenon seems to have a trace of conspiracy, but Long Yun doesn't care. He knows that a mysterious person named Ian Fleming was originally so perverse. If he hadn't completely controlled the ol and related institutions and cut off the normal communication channels between the agency and the competent authorities, these panicked Americans would not have been in a mess at the base. If Fleming could not be found for a moment, they would not be able to make any substantial decisions.

With super powers, he wants to control everything. Long Yun asked himself that he does not have this kind of hobby, but similar thoughts have also appeared.

So now, he was basically not worried about the arrest sooner or later, but instead cleanly controlled the airport duty staff, asked them to serve a F-22a parked in the hangar properly, and then locked these incorrect guys into the basement, leaving some food and water behind, and let them yell inside.

After escaping from heaven and seizing a high-speed transportation, Long Yun's escape plan has been smooth so far.

However, when I was carrying my flight helmet, climbing up the boarding ladder, preparing to pilot this sci-fi-shaped flying saucer, completing a series of subsystems in the cockpit, and specially inspecting the oxygen-making system, the young people who were still aware that there was no special auxiliary fuel tank for the F-22 fighter jet in the airport. With the transition of less than 3,000 kilometers of "Blazers", it would be impossible to fly across the Atlantic Ocean. If he wanted to leave the North American continent as soon as possible and return to the Western European front, he still needed more detailed route planning.

So, where should we fly now?

Put on his helmet, adjust the HMD settings, and is quite satisfied with the helmet display system integrated by the F-22a fighter. Long Yun picked up the map and glanced at a few times. His eyes stayed in Tennessee for a while, and then passed by the surroundings. He unconsciously began to consider the risks of boarding a civil aviation passenger plane or an ocean cruise ship. He inadvertently felt something, so he stared at a place in the lower left corner of the map for a moment.

From the beginning of escaping from the cage, we will inevitably face the arrest of a whole state machine. Not to mention the superpowers, why don’t you kill him directly when you are in the base? - Long Yun still has a full understanding of the situation so severe.

Then, taking a means of transportation directly means putting yourself in a dangerous situation where you have no power to fight back is obviously not advisable.

But beyond that, what could he do to leave this strange continent safely and return from the lair of imperialism to the embrace of the Red Alliance?
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