latelenovela Chapter 559, the first and last mission.
Chapter 559, the first and last mission.
Just as Jiang Xia began to figure out how to make this "pie" round.
The Bald Eagle's home, a dark room in an underground control center.
Uncle Jin effortlessly caught the hand chop that Johnson's young man was swinging at him.
"You idiot! What do you think you're doing?!"
"I……"
Uncle Jin was incredibly perceptive; he caught a glimpse of the medicine bottle in the young man's hand in just a few glances. A large letter on it made his eye twitch slightly.
Then, he grabbed the young man's arm, pulled him forward, and ripped his hands out.
Then, fueled by boundless rage, he relentlessly flicked Johnson's forehead: "What did I teach you! What did I teach you! You damn bastard, 'Mullion' 'Mullion' 'Mullion'!"
Johnson's young man was so dizzy from the flick that he felt like his head was about to burst into flames. Ignoring the medicine bottle he was still holding, he quickly covered his head with both hands and crouched down to defend himself.
"Don't forget how difficult it was for us to infiltrate! Unless it's absolutely necessary, it's not worth our time! Why?"
The young Johnson guy squatted on the ground and muttered to himself, "You're like a donkey pulling a millstone in circles, why aren't you worried? This is the first time I've ever seen you with that expression!"
"Pah! Are you crazy?! Just for a photo?" Uncle Jin snatched the small bottle from Johnson's hand, opened it, and then closed it again with a look of disgust.
"It doesn't matter! That newly elected president keeps saying that our young lady is 'the worst thing of the sixties'!"
"Uncle, the young lady has just been born, it's not good for anyone to see her! Let me do it, destroy these things, at least it will buy us some time..."
"Delaying time? How long do you think you can delay! Corona only takes about 90 minutes to orbit the Earth, and after ejecting and returning to the capsule, receiving and processing the data will only take about a day!" Uncle Jin let go of the young Johnson and explained to him how satellites operate.
"And you! To buy a day's time, you not only risk your own life, but also drag me down with you? Is it worth it?"
The young Johnson & Johnson employee touched the numerous small bumps on his head, looking somewhat aggrieved, but his tone remained firm:
"It's worth it! Even if it only delays us by an extra hour, it's worth it! With an extra hour of preparation time, our comrades might be able to create Miss Number Two, or even Number Three..."
"Besides, it can't just be an hour. By the time they investigate and find out the truth, it could be a day or two. You're the supervisor, you're always more capable than me. I reckon you can stall for a week..."
"That gives us an extra week. A week is enough time for the comrades to move. That way, maybe if they encounter an attack, they can use the young lady to fight back!"
The more Johnson's young man spoke, the brighter his eyes became; Uncle Kim even seemed to see a blazing red light burning in his eyes...
"Well, so you've arranged everything for me too? That's thoughtful... but you're too young..." Uncle Jin shook his head and leaned close to Johnson's ear to ask slowly, "Okay, then let's discuss how you're going to get the message back to China."
The young Johnson man's pupils dilated, and he chuckled softly.
"Uncle, you're underestimating me, aren't you?"
While Uncle Jin loosened his grip on him, Johnson pulled out a small glass tube, stuffed the photo into it, and then tilted his head back to shove the tube into his mouth.
Before Uncle Jin could come forward, he forcefully suppressed his physiological reaction and swallowed the glass tube.
The intense discomfort made Johnson gag a few times, but he immediately grabbed his throat and forcefully pushed the glass tube, which was about to be vomited up, back down.
"Uncle, just say I overdosed on my medication, suddenly went crazy, and destroyed the film. You, to protect the CIA's vital assets, had no choice but to kill me..."
As he spoke, Johnson pointed to the small white bottle in Uncle Kim's hand.
"Didn't you also say that to them, these negatives are just another satellite orbit, and they probably won't care too much about them..."
Don't worry about them finding it awkward, because I once performed eating this stuff in front of them, and they all thought I was a drug addict, so they won't give me away!
At this point, Johnson took two deep breaths and continued, his voice trembling with emotion, "I'm almost crying."
"Uncle, my ancestral home is Taishan! My sister always says that we should return to our roots. Although we are already the third generation, isn't this just right?"
My sister can take me back with her, so she can deliver the message and let me see what the land I've never been able to set foot on is like now... At the same time, it will also allow my sister to go back openly and legitimately to pay homage to our ancestors..."
As Johnson spoke, tears welled up in his eyes.
The raindrops, as big as beans, fell softly on this foreign land.
Before it could dry, it was wiped away by Johnson's trembling hands.
Johnson sniffed and lifted his face:
"Uncle, when you hit my chest, make sure it's badly damaged, otherwise the X-ray machine at the door might be able to see that I have something inside!"
"So, isn't this plan perfect? Don't call me a loser anymore, call me handsome!"
After saying that, Johnson stood up and closed his eyes with a resolute expression.
We await the final moment.
My mind involuntarily drifted back to my past, like a revolving lantern—my childhood, my youth, my teenage years…
In the flashbacks, his sister appears most frequently, as well as an old friend from his university days.
"Old Guo, this time, I'm going to get ahead of you. As promised, you have to name the new star you discovered after me..."
"Hey, no, I should call it by my sister's name! And for mine, let Lao Guo go find another one!"
Thinking of this, Johnson opened his eyes again, wanting to say his last words.
When she opened her eyes, she was met with Uncle Jin's strange gaze.
"Uncle?"
Before Johnson could speak again, a voice came from the loudspeaker in the darkroom: "Larry! Are you in there? Oh, damn it, open the door! Those sons of bitches in the External Broadcasting Intelligence Department ordered me to hand over the negatives to them right now!"
"Are you there? Open the door!"
It's Old Ford's voice!
Time was of the essence, and Johnson lowered his voice and said urgently, "There's no time to think about it! Uncle! Quick! Nitric acid will do for the film, it's the one in the brown bottle!"
But Uncle Jin slowly shook his head, looking at the young Johnson man with pity.
"Uncle, you!"
"You're reluctant to part with me, aren't you?" Johnson's young mind was racing. "It's okay! It's okay!"
Uncle Jin twitched his lips and slowly moved towards the door.
Suddenly, the young Johnson had a flash of inspiration: "That's it! If someone's going to go crazy and fight, how can they be so calm when they're all hyped up!"
Johnson immediately let out a strange scream and pounced on Uncle Jin.
Destroying the negatives is something Uncle Jin can do; it's not his job.
My own task, the first and the last.
That is, a gruesome death!
"Uncle, remember not to hit my face... I want the ancestors to recognize me!"