While controlling the flight, Mo Nanjue opened the small notebook beside him. Seeing this, the driver hurriedly reminded, "That's fingerprint recognition..."

He was about to stretch out his fingers, but he saw Mo Nanjue pick up the transparent belt beside him, glued his fingerprint from the rudder, and pressed it directly on the identifier.

With a dripping sound, the notebook was successfully unlocked.

Driver, “…”

Mo Nanjue's slender fingertips lightly tapped the notebook, and a box popped up on the screen quickly, asking for a password to be entered.

The driver immediately said, "This password is..."

Before he could finish speaking, Mo Nanjue entered several long characters in succession, and the red warning light immediately showed green, prompting that the password was successfully deciphered.

Driver, “…”

He is so familiar with CIA's cryptographic translation?!

It was really...it was useless for him to sit here...

After deciphering, Mo Nanjue successfully entered the system. He obtained the permission of the helicopter. The huge Central~Intelligence~Agency is displayed on the screen.

It's indeed a CIA person.

The Tibetan Sect and the US government have always had a balance of interests. If the enemy does not offend me, I will not offend the enemy. If the government wants to move the Tibetan Sect, it is impossible for the CIA to act alone, and I will not pick it at such a time.

Mo Nanjue knew very well that according to the character of the people in the government, if he wanted to move, he would send elite Marines and special forces, the real king of ruthlessness.

Of course, they don't and dare not.

CIA is so full that he stretched his hands down his feet?

Mo Nanjue clicked on the message box for this action and saw that there were constant instructions to issue, and the content was very simple - he was captured alive.

He curled his lips coldly. Don’t you know what it means to capture them alive?

At this time, the headquarters' instruction came from the walkie-talkie, "Whether the ZS112 helicopter, please reply immediately if it is received."

The driver was startled and was worried about what to do, but he saw Mo Nanjue picking up the walkie-talkie. He replied in pure American English, "ZS112 has been received, the target has been controlled, and now I request to return to the headquarters and see the commander-in-chief of this operation."

The person at the headquarters seemed to have called to inquire, and then replied, "The request was successful, send you the detailed location coordinates immediately, please rush back as soon as possible."

Mo Nanjue raised his eyebrows with satisfaction and cut off the intercom signal.

The driver looked at him in surprise, "You want to take us... back to the CIA?"

Isn't this going to die?

"Your mission is not to capture me alive?" Mo Nanjue curled his thin lips and pulled out a smile-like curve. "Help you complete the task and send you home. Shouldn't you thank me?"

“…”

The driver looked at the smile on his handsome face and was a little stunned...

Seeing someone staring at him, Mo Nanjue frowned unhappily. His long legs suddenly stretched out and swept the driver from the seat to the ground...

...

Mo Nanjue first drove the helicopter to an open space and put down the hanging Bugatti Veyron.

Several agents who were hung by the car wanted to take the opportunity to get out, but the helicopter suddenly began to shake up and down violently-

After falling to the ground, the few people were lifted up again. After repeating this several times, the bones almost broke out.
Chapter completed!