I'm Really Going to Become an Immortal
Chapter 539 - 328: Is it a bird? Is it a plane? It’s Superhuman!

Chapter 539: Chapter 328: Is it a bird? Is it a plane? It’s Superhuman!

Looking through the airplane window.

Jack Smith could only see endless clouds obstructing his entire view.

As the plane slowly climbed into the stratosphere, the clouds that initially blocked the view slowly became as soft as silk, like white paint casually spilled by an artist on a blue canvas.

The Sun was positioned on one side of the horizon, pouring golden light over this boundless sea of clouds, making each cloud fringe gilded.

Occasionally, some rays of light penetrated the gaps in the clouds, shining downward like spotlights from the sky, illuminating the distant terrain below.

At this moment,

after several flight transfers, the plane was continuing to climb through the thick clouds.

It was now noon on May 23rd.

Jack Smith and his teammates had spent a long time discussing the details of the mission yesterday, before hurriedly embarking on this urgent mission requested by their client.

Under the team leader’s arrangement,

they had gone through several transfers.

The reason Jack Smith went through such a cumbersome transfer process was that the nature of this mission was extremely special and urgent.

As an experienced mercenary team, they often received high-risk tasks that required quick responses, and this mission was particularly unusual.

The client required them to arrive at the destination as quickly as possible while keeping their tracks as concealed as possible.

To ensure that their movements were not tracked, the team leader decided to adopt a complex travel route by making multiple flight transfers to confuse any potential watchers.

This was not only to protect the safety of the team members but also to ensure the successful execution of the mission.

Each transfer occurred in different countries and regions; sometimes they even had to change plans temporarily to deal with emergencies or avoid potential threats.

After all, they were a somewhat famous mercenary squad, and sudden actions definitely attracted some attention.

Therefore,

changing their appearance during transfers and using local connections to divert attention was necessary.

To ensure the concealment of their movements,

eventually, they boarded the last plane near Southeast Asia through connections.

This was a special small aircraft, owned by a power known in the grey domain for aiding people’s escapes, having many relationships and channels for facilitating escapes.

The team leader spent a lot of money to hire them to help the team enter the country.

Once their identities were concealed, they could fly directly towards Jiangnan Province to perform the mission.

However, as is widely known, the gun control in this country is stringent; it was impossible to bring weapons through regular channels.

Although it’s likely that they would not need weapons in this country and wouldn’t dare to use them rashly,

it was hard to feel confident without weapons.

The reason they sought these professionals

was because this plane was just the first step.

They could fly silently from special regions directly to a small border country in Hua Country.

Then, the main act would be to smuggle across the border through special channels,

preparing some simple weapons for them.

Although not luxurious, it was already quite an accomplishment in this country.

Pondering his experiences along the way,

Jack Smith couldn’t help feeling a bit tired.

The weariness from constant travel and the tense mindset were hard to avoid.

Fortunately, he was experienced.

At this moment, he could only say he felt a bit tired.

But the thought of the money he would receive after completing the mission immediately dissipated his fatigue.

"A man would risk dying for money, just as a bird would for food."

If he didn’t like money, he wouldn’t have become a mercenary with his life on the line, spending warm days at home with his wife and kids, would he?

In this world, everyone has their pursuits, and money is often the most direct and realistic part of those pursuits.

Just like birds hustle for food, people risk it all for wealth.

He remembered his initial reason for choosing this path was not because he liked fighting or adventure but due to life’s needs and the desire for a better life.

Every mission could be a life-and-death gamble, but faced with a high reward, no one would want to easily back down.

Contemplating,

he recalled the plan he and his teammates had roughly made before departing yesterday.

Before actually arriving at the location,

the plan couldn’t be too detailed.

They could only roughly infer and plan based on the information provided by the client, which might greatly vary from the actual situation.

Thus, they only made some plans that wouldn’t be affected by subsequent actual conditions.

The specifics,

would still have to wait until they scoped out the spot and planned on the ground.

They wouldn’t act rashly—it was certain that they would carefully make some preparations.

Thinking of this,

a ray of light came through the window.

He instinctively looked over.

The plane had already broken through the cloud layer, and the sunlight poured in unobstructed.

Before him unfolded a magnificent scene.

The blue sky was clear and pristine.

The sunlight shone directly down, lighting up the undulating sea of clouds below.

The clouds, like a pristine ocean of cotton, shimmered with a soft luster under the golden sunlight, resembling a heavenly realm.

The view restored as they left the dense cloud layer.

Looking at this magnificent sight, Jack Smith narrowed his eyes intending to watch for a while.

But in a trance,

his gaze seemed to catch a small shadow.

Though the shadow was small, so much so, it could only be described as a dot.