A few hours later, Buckel Murphy, who was in the quantum psychic laboratory, received bad news. His youngest son Randy was suddenly kidnapped while shopping with his female companion. The kidnapped six well-trained men. After the bodyguard, he took Randy and disappeared into a shopping mall.
After receiving the news, Murphy could no longer sit still. He directly applied for leave to the Shield Bearer Committee, casually hurriedly boarded the helicopter and flew towards Bozeman Airport.
At the Bozeman Airport closest to Yellowstone Park, his private jet is already on standby and ready to take off at any time.
But at this time, inside the Bozeman Airport, a truck marking the official Bozeman Airport was driving onto the airport runway.
"Please show your entry permit and cargo transport certificate."
Outside the iron fence, one of the security guards stopped the truck and said to the two people in the cab.
"No problem, sir!"
Sitting in the driver's seat was a middle-aged man wearing black sunglasses, a big beard, and rosacea. At this time, he took out a certificate and handed it to the security guard outside the car window. Only then could he hear his voice. A folk heavy metal rock song was playing in the car.
As the vehicle stopped in front of the guard post, the noisy sound from the car window also rang in the ears of these security guards, which was extremely annoying.
Looking at the dirty and rough red-neck in front of him, a flash of disgust flashed in the security guard's eyes. He handed the ID to his colleague, and he walked around the back compartment of the truck and knocked on the door at the same time.
Suddenly, the back compartment slowly opened, revealing a middle-aged farmer who also smelled of alcohol and was dressed slovenly. Like the middle-aged man in the driver's seat, this farmer also wore a pair of sunglasses of an unknown brand.
"What does this car pull?"
The security guard followed the farmer and looked behind him, only to see a round, black ball inside the carriage.
The diameter of the ball was about one meter, and it was completely black. I don't know if it was due to the light, but the surface of the black ball had a matte color.
Moreover, without any support, the black ball stood firmly in the center of the carriage, looking very magical.
"This is a new type of yoga fitness equipment - Ganz."
The farmer smiled, showing his big yellow teeth, "Senator Murphy bought it from my factory by name, and I sent it to him."
"Does Senator Murphy still like to practice yoga?"
The security guard nodded suddenly. All the trucks that could come in had been checked outside. Naturally, he didn't want to check them again, so he turned around and walked back to the guard post and asked the colleague beside him, "How are you doing? Is the ID okay?"
However, all he got was a solemn look from his colleague, who glanced at him solemnly.
This glance immediately made him alert. He stopped and slowly touched his waist.
Click!
But just when the two security guards were about to take action, a dazzling light suddenly flashed across the truck. The two subconsciously wanted to turn their heads, but it was already too late. After they were exposed to this light, they immediately turned around. He stood there with blank eyes, losing his previous vigilance.
"The 'memory eraser' is better to use."
The middle-aged man in the driver's seat of the truck slowly put away the silver metal rod in his hand, then walked directly out of the truck, walked into the sentry and pressed the lifting device of the gear lever. After the railing in front of the truck was raised, he returned to the truck. The car drove completely into the airport.
It wasn't until the truck completely left that the two security guards slowly turned around. They looked around blankly, and then looked at each other.
"Pike, what just happened?"
"I don't know, what are you going to say?"
"Uh, I seem to have forgotten..."
Not to mention the confused expressions of the two security guards, the truck had already driven into the airport and parked next to Murphy's Gulfstream private jet.
At this time, the plane was opening its cargo bay, and a transport truck was parked next to it, which seemed to have just finished loading the cargo.
"This is a parking space for a private jet. Who are you?"
Seeing the truck coming here, the two staff members hurriedly approached it, but when they came to the truck, they saw just a dazzling white light flashing past.
Click!
Suddenly, the two staff members stood there like the previous security guards, as if they were offline.
"Captain Brando, if you rely too much on this product, your business skills will deteriorate sooner or later."
As a voice came, the door of the train carriage suddenly opened, and the farmer who smelled of alcohol jumped out. He rolled the black ball into the cargo hold of the private jet.
"You'd better take care of yourself."
The middle-aged man looked around cautiously, only to see two staff members slowly waking up. One of them saw someone rolling a strange black ball into the aircraft cargo hold, and immediately wanted to stop it.
"Crack!"
But as a dazzling white light struck, the staff was frozen in place again.
"Okay, Black Ball Ganz has been installed. Remember to pick me up in Chicago, Captain Brando."
The middle-aged farmer chuckled, then took out a longan-sized metal ball and knocked it gently.
Suddenly, a flash of lightning flashed, and his figure disappeared into the air.
"Crack!"
Seeing this, Brando took one last photo in front of two staff members before getting back into the truck and driving away from Bozeman Airport.
After leaving the airport, the middle-aged man pulled off his hair and beard, revealing a deep and handsome face.
This person is none other than one of the two rapid response forces under Black Light Technology: Clark Brando, the captain of the BSS force, the earliest established black security service department.
In addition to the black security service department, another quick response force is the black knight force.
Just because the combat effectiveness of the Black Knights is too good, the BSS troops have a tendency to be reduced to side jobs. Just like now, the BSS troops are more likely to perform tasks that use less violence and require flexibility.
Half an hour later, Murphy's vehicle passed directly through the security check and drove into the parking space of the airport.
"Mr. Senator Murphy, the aircraft has been inspected and everything is normal."
The captain immediately went forward to report, "We have notified the airport command center and we can take off at any time within half an hour."
Murphy nodded when he heard this. He was so anxious that he said without thinking, "I hope we can take off now, the sooner the better."
"clear."
The captain nodded, helped Murphy walk down the ladder into the private jet, and then walked towards the cockpit to start the final inspection. As long as the inspection was correct, the plane could quickly take off and execute the flight plan.
But at this time, a hundred kilometers away from Bozeman Airport, on the top of a towering mountain, a double-spiral spire was standing on a truck.
This double-spiral spire is about ten meters high and two meters wide. The body of the tower is a weird dark red color and is filled with an ominous atmosphere. The reason why it feels like this is because its shape is completely outside the scope of human aesthetics.
Next to the spiral spire, there is an identical black ball, which is also one meter in diameter and pure black in color. It is exactly the same as the black ball on Murphy's private jet.
At this time, the black ball, which had been silent for a long time, let out a strange whistle, and a blue light suddenly appeared on its surface.
This ray of light continued to pass from top to bottom. As it passed, an old man who was half lying down with his eyes closed appeared in the blue light...
What's even more strange is that the old man didn't notice anything at all. He was just lying half in the void, as if there was some transparent seat under him.
Then, the blue light flashed away again, and the old man disappeared into the blue light again.
Obviously, at that moment, due to the Gantz server signal coverage, the two black balls successfully established contact and teleported the shield holder Murphy, who was located at Bozeman Airport a hundred kilometers away, to another black ball. in front of him, and then teleported him back without the other party noticing.
Of course, all this is not meaningless. During this transmission, Black Ball Ganz was able to successfully obtain the body structure diagram of Buckel Murphy. This structure diagram contains every detail of the body, which is far from X-ray and CT and other instruments can compare.
At this time, on the other side, in Murphy's private plane, two flight attendants saw this strange scene, but before they could exclaim, a white light suddenly flashed in front of their eyes...
A few minutes later, when the flight attendants woke up again, they saw Senator Murphy still sitting there. No one would remember that just now, Senator Murphy had disappeared little by little.
As the plane took off smoothly, Murphy's Gulfstream plane quickly took off and flew towards Chicago, 1,500 kilometers away...