242: Chapter 243 A Daring Rescue Amidst a Nine-Thousand-Meter Plunge! The Cabor Valley Hunting Bureau

"Boom!"

The deafening sound of the tail wing snapping, accompanied by the terrifying screech of tearing metal, exploded at an altitude of 9,000 meters.

The air pressure inside the cabin plummeted like a cliff edge within a tenth of a second.

Violent high-altitude turbulence, like an invisible giant's hand, instantly tore the cabin wall apart.

There was absolutely no time to react.

Caught completely off guard, Shen Du didn't even have time to fasten his seatbelt.

He was instantly seized by the terrifying sensation of weightlessness and gripped by the airflow.

Through the horrifyingly large breach in the side of the cabin, he was violently ejected into the sky at 9,000 meters!

Faced with this sudden death trap.

Shen Hong and Honorary Vice President Yan Feng, who had spent years walking the edge of life and death, displayed animal-like instincts.

There was not even half a second of hesitation or panic.

Shen Hong rolled to his side, using the momentum of the tilting cabin to yank open a concealed compartment in the wall and rip out the tactical parachute pack inside.

He didn't even bother to fasten the extra straps.

Clutching the parachute pack in one hand, he pushed off hard with his legs.

Like a hunting cheetah.

He leaped directly into the gale that was strong enough to tear a person apart, following the direction of Shen Du's fall out of the completely out-of-control cabin!

Honorary Vice President Yan Feng's eardrums were ruptured by the explosion, causing blood to flow, and his brain was plunged into a dangerous state of vertigo.

Yet, his ingrained, veteran agent instincts forcibly drove his body to make the optimal choice.

He snatched up the reserve parachute pack that had fallen at his feet and clicked the main buckles onto his chest with two sharp "clicks."

Then, he grabbed the heavy black weapon bag from under the seat.

As for the top-trained flight crew in the cockpit who were demonstrating incredible discipline in an attempt to make an emergency landing and survive.

Honorary Vice President Yan Feng did not spare them a single glance or ounce of sympathy.

"Bang!"

Honorary Vice President Yan Feng kicked aside the debris blocking his way.

Clutching the weapon bag, he followed Shen Hong and leaped into the silent, freezing Middle Eastern night sky.

As the three of them fell, they completely separated from the Gulfstream jet that was about to turn into a fireball.

The violent, freezing wind cut into their nerves like physical blades.

Shen Du, who had no combat experience, had fallen into a deep coma after enduring the shockwave of the close-range explosion.

His body was completely out of control at 9,000 meters.

Like a puppet with severed strings, he plummeted wildly toward the bottomless darkness below, carried by the chaotic airflow.

Life and death hung in the balance of milliseconds.

Mid-air, Shen Hong stared fixedly at the rapidly falling black dot below.

Without a moment's hesitation, he pulled his arms and legs in, shaping his body into a perfect inverted cone to minimize air resistance to the extreme.

Like a falcon locking onto its prey in the night, he dove downwards in pursuit at a terrifying terminal velocity.

Five hundred meters... three hundred meters... fifty meters!

The distance was forcibly erased amidst the violent wind speed.

Just as their bodies were about to cross in that tenth of a second, a flash of ferocity crossed Shen Hong's eyes, and he thrust out his left hand.

He firmly gripped the collar of Shen Du's suit, which was whipping about in the wind; the immense pulling force nearly dislocated his own wrist.

Gritting his teeth, he lightning-fast drew the high-strength tactical strap from his parachute pack with his right hand and wrapped it around Shen Du's waist.

"Click!"

The steel buckle emitted a crisp mechanical click, instantly binding the unconscious Shen Du tightly to himself.

The tandem connection in mid-air was complete.

At this moment, their altitude above the ground was approaching the death line.

Shen Hong spotted the final moment for a last-ditch parachute deployment, grabbed the main ripcord with his right hand, and yanked it all the way.

"Boom!"

The massive black tactical canopy instantly deployed in the night sky.

A violent, reverse pulling force that threatened to tear them apart surged, causing their bones to emit a teeth-grinding friction sound.

Their descent speed was forcibly halted.

Just a few dozen seconds later, Shen Hong, carrying the unconscious Shen Du, landed precisely and heavily into the rugged, complex rocky terrain of the Kabul Valley.

At almost the same moment, Honorary Vice President Yan Feng, who was following close behind, also yanked the steering lines.

Using the wind, he crashed heavily onto the dry riverbed less than fifty meters away from them.

He performed a tactical roll upon landing, instantly absorbing the massive impact of the fall.

The gale whipped the crimson gravel of the dry riverbed against his face, stinging painfully.

As soon as he landed, Honorary Vice President Yan Feng nimbly drew his knife and cut the parachute lines.

Carrying the heavy weapon bag, he scrambled over the gravel, rushing toward Shen Hong's landing spot a few dozen meters away.

Compared to the relief of surviving a 9,000-meter fall.

Right now, on the veteran agent's rock-hard face, there was only fear and a sense of frustration that threatened to consume him.

This was the border region of three countries, the heart of the intelligence network that he, Honorary Vice President Yan Feng, had painstakingly built for ten years!

Yet, on this route that should have been safe.

Not only was their location precisely tracked, but they had even been intercepted by an anti-aircraft missile right above his own territory!

Honorary Vice President Yan Feng stared fixedly at Shen Du, who lay lifelessly on the rocks after Shen Hong had unbuckled the straps.

His fingers, gripping his tactical knife, could not stop trembling.

If anything were to happen to Shen Du on this Gobi desert today.

He, Honorary Vice President Yan Feng, wouldn't even need to return home to face the highest-level investigation; dying here by his own hand would be the only answer he could give.

However, in stark contrast to Honorary Vice President Yan Feng's barely contained terror, was Shen Hong's chilling, absolute calmness.

This "cleaner" for the Shen Family, who had spent years walking among piles of corpses.

Even in this desperate situation where death seemed certain, his breathing rhythm didn't show the slightest irregularity.

He knelt on one knee on the rough sand and gravel, expertly lifting Shen Du's eyelids to check his pupil dilation.

Then, he reached out and pressed accurately against Shen Du's carotid artery, feeling the pulse of the blood beneath the skin.

"Wipe that expression off your face, the one where you're ready to eat a bullet."

Shen Hong finished his check and stood up decisively.

He swept a cold glance at Honorary Vice President Yan Feng, who was tense to the extreme, and in a tone as steady and flat as could be, set the cold tone for the moment:

"No external injuries, he won't die.

He was just knocked unconscious on the spot by the shockwave of the high-altitude explosion."

Without giving Honorary Vice President Yan Feng any time to breathe or process his emotions, Shen Hong, while quickly unbuckling the cumbersome parachute gear from his body,

issued orders in a tough, commanding tone:

"Old Yan, show some of your professional expertise!

Immediately activate your emergency communication network to contact reinforcements, and do whatever it takes to get us out of here!"

Honorary Vice President Yan Feng gritted his teeth, forcibly suppressing the self-reproach in his mind that was threatening to make him collapse.

He ripped open the waterproof Velcro on his tactical vest and pulled out a military-grade high-frequency satellite communication device, no larger than his palm.

His fingers flew rapidly over the dust-covered keys.

Attempting to force his way into a secure backup frequency to call the extraction point hidden in the ruined town.

"Static... static..."

There was no response.

The screen showed nothing but dead, snowy static, and the harsh electronic blind tone sounded particularly chilling in the cold, dry valley.

Not giving up, Honorary Vice President Yan Feng switched through three deep-cover, top-secret secret frequencies he had personally set up.

A few seconds later, his thumb, pressed against the keypad, froze suddenly, and he felt as if he had instantly fallen into an ice cave.

"Something's wrong."

Honorary Vice President Yan Feng slowly lowered the communicator; his weather-beaten face was ashen, and even his voice was filled with a desperate hoarseness:

"That anti-aircraft missile just now wasn't some stray fire from the war zone... This was a long-planned, targeted assassination."

He stared fixedly at the flashing red light on the device's screen, representing the forced signal cutoff, and delivered the most fatal tactical update to Shen Hong:

"All military satellite frequencies and civilian electronic signals within a radius of dozens of kilometers have been jammed.

We have been completely cut off from all contact with the outside world; we are a lone force."

Shen Hong's brows furrowed instantly, and murderous intent began to surge in his eyes.

Honorary Vice President Yan Feng looked up, surveying the pitch-black canyon that felt like a cage, and threw out a cold and despairing realization:

"It's 2014, and to be able to, in this border no-man's-land in the Middle East where forces are tangled,

instantly deploy such a large-scale, high-intensity military-grade signal jamming network across national borders..."

Honorary Vice President Yan Feng gripped the device in his hand and spat out the name of the mastermind behind this hellish-difficulty situation:

"There is only one superpower in the world that can do it."

A dragnet controlled by the United States or the massive capital behind it had already tightly enveloped them.

The hunt had already begun.

Faced with the dead end of complete isolation, Shen Hong didn't waste a single word.

He turned directly and kicked open the black weapon bag that Honorary Vice President Yan Feng had brought down.

He pulled a bottle of backup drinking water from the side tactical mesh pocket.

Accompanied by the crisp sound of the plastic cap breaking, Shen Hong strode over to Shen Du.

He held nothing back and had no reservations.

With a flick of his wrist, he mercilessly poured the ice-cold liquid onto Shen Du's bloodless face.

"Cough!"

The brutal stimulation instantly triggered a physiological stress response.

Shen Du gasped sharply, his chest heaving violently.

Accompanied by a series of suppressed coughs, he was forcibly dragged back to reality from his deep faint.

Shen Hong casually tossed the empty water bottle onto the gravel at his feet.

He didn't reach out to help Shen Du, who had just woken up and was still suffering from severe tinnitus and dizziness.

Instead, he turned his head sharply, like a beast that had caught the scent of strong blood, and stared fixedly into the impenetrable darkness at the end of the Kabul Valley.

As the Shen Family's cleaner, his keen combat instincts were sounding alarms in his brain like crazy.

"Cutting off communication is always just the first step."

Shen Hong bent down to pull a short assault rifle from the weapon bag, a crisp "click" as he pulled the bolt, chambering a round.

His originally steady voice was now overflowing with unmasked bloodlust.

"To be able to move a high-frequency jammer into this blind spot within minutes of the plane crash.

It means their ground-based kill net was set up long ago."

Shen Hong tapped his toe, precisely kicking another tactical rifle to Honorary Vice President Yan Feng's feet, his gaze cold and sharp as a knife:

"Don't just stand there, Old Yan, the hounds have caught the scent and are closing in.

Get ready to work!"