Super Zoo-Chapter 820 - 795:Counterattack

Suming stood on the castle terrace, peering down as an explosion erupted, flames soared, and the valley looked like a massive mine had detonated. But immediately, the surging waters extinguished the fire, and the helicopter wreckage drifted downstream with the current.

As for the armed militants on board, under such circumstances, only a descent of gods could ensure their survival.

Haidong Qing stood arrogantly by the terrace, grooming its feathers without even glancing at its 'victorious achievement.'

After feasting on the meat of the particularly powerful, this creature finally embodied the legendary grandeur of the divine bird from the Park Zhengyi Clan folklore. Its feathers were like fine iron, especially its elongated beak, which was exceedingly sharp. Haidong Qing had given Su Meng a significant disadvantage previously.

Haidong Qing now was essentially a walking bomb, ready to smash anyone who dared provoke it!

The only regret for Suming was that the helicopter might have contained valuable clues. Now plummeted into the gorge and swept away by the torrential river, it would be troublesome to salvage—the task was too massive an 'engineering' project for him and Su Meng to undertake in a short time.

But this was not important.

Despite the complete victory, Suming's nose couldn't help twisting with frustration. What was the meaning of this? First, it was a large swarm of blood-sucking bats, and now armed helicopters and armed militants were sent to deal with him?!

What grudge, what enmity!

Haidong Qing dived, plunging into the valley below, and returned holding two semi-automatic rifles in its beak.

"Lead the way!" Suming slung the rifles over his shoulder and said fiercely to Haidong Qing.

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"Miss Nicole, we've lost contact with Helicopter Two!"

In the underground laboratory, the deputy head of security jerked his head up, facing Nicole with an astonished expression.

Nicole, though not deeply knowledgeable about machinery, understood that losing contact was not a good sign. She frowned and asked, "How is that possible? The helicopter's communication and positioning devices are very advanced. How could we lose contact?"

Moreover, military helicopters were equipped with black boxes—indestructible even if the airplane exploded.

"Miss Nicole, the black box of the helicopter is related to the security of the United States military. We removed it before purchasing it through our channels. Now, our main communication methods are radio and positioning systems. We can't reach Carlos via radio, and the positioning system is also down," said the deputy head of security gravely. "Based on my experience, there's only one possibility... the aircraft exploded..."

"What!" Nicole lost her calm composure and strode up to the deputy head of security, grabbing his collar and demanding, "What about the people on the plane? What about Locke?"

The deputy head, over a hundred pounds, was lifted single-handedly by Nicole, revealing that her strength was not far off from Locke's.

"Nicole... Miss Nicole, please calm down," the deputy head's face was pale as he stammered, "We don't yet know if anyone on the plane is safe, but..."

"But what? Tell me!" Nicole's forehead veins bulged, twisting like worms, and even her slender, pale neck was riddled with faint blue veins, making her appearance terrifyingly inhuman.

As a deputy head of security at this level in the organization, though he was only peripheral to the core, regularly tasked to deal with the organization's dark dealings, he knew some secrets. Witnessing Nicole's fearsome state, he dared not withhold information. Hastily, he said, "Miss Nicole, everyone on board had communicators. Let me contact them!"

Nicole carelessly tossed the deputy head aside and coldly commanded, "Contact Locke first!"

The deputy head quickly attempted to connect with Locke's communication device through the computer, but only a disturbing "beep... beep... beep..." greeted him, accompanied by static. After half a minute of no response.

Turning back to look at Nicole, his heart pounding with fear, she gritted her teeth and said, "Try the others."

"Beep... beep... beep..."

"Beep beep..."

"Beep beep... beep beep..."

The supervisor tried connecting with every member's communicator on the helicopter, but without exception, none responded.

In other words, everyone on board the helicopter was out of contact!

The helicopter had likely exploded, and with everyone on board unaccounted for, even the simplest would suspect something amiss—one cannot ignore the implications of a helicopter exploding mid-flight.

Nicole's face alternated between light and dark, her neck veins sprouting rapidly like worms or, rather, tree roots, swiftly spreading towards her face.

At this moment, the deputy head of security considered the broader implications. He deliberated for several seconds before finally gathering the courage to say, "Miss Nicole, I think it's time to face reality. Regardless of whether the people and Locke on the helicopter are alive or dead, we can no longer stay at the castle. We must relocate immediately."

Private helicopters were plentiful in Europe, and one flying was not likely to draw much attention. However, an explosion or crash would inevitably involve the government, and they could quickly trace it back to the castle.

If Dr. Yuri, the castle's original owner, were still alive, perhaps he could handle it. Dr. Yuri was a prominent scientist, archaeologist, and also held a noble title—a genuine count. This castle was his ancestral home, and in Romania, Dr. Yuri had a certain degree of influence.