Chapter 505 Extremely Critical

The air in the living room was terrifyingly quiet.

A full several minutes passed.

"Holy crap."

As soon as the sound left his mouth, Long Dagui realized it was inappropriate.

He hurriedly raised his right hand and slapped it over his mouth, covering it tightly.

His gaze, like a startled bird, swept rapidly around the room, as if countless CIA ears were hiding behind the tightly drawn curtains.

Afterward, his plump body erupted with astonishing speed.

He ran to the door in two or three strides.

Due to the excessive force, several deep creases were trampled into the wool carpet under his feet.

He stretched out his slightly trembling hand.

He used both hands to twist and lock the door of the presidential suite with a click.

After doing all this, he leaned against the door panel, his chest heaving violently.

Only after confirming that this wooden door with excellent anti-theft performance was tightly shut did he let out a slight sigh of relief.

Turning around, the atmosphere in the entire room became somewhat subtle.

Long Dagui's gaze lingered for a long while on Professor Liu's weathered face.

Then, he mechanically turned his neck and looked at his son, who was standing to the side looking quite pleased with himself.

He opened his mouth, his lips moving, but his throat felt as if it were stuffed with a tangled mess.

At this moment, he didn't quite know what to say.

And just then, Professor Liu broke the silence.

This old scientist, who possessed absolute authority in the field of anti-gravity, was behaving exceptionally calmly at this moment.

He took a small step forward proactively and reached out that wrinkled but steady hand.

"Hello, I am Liu Zhengnian."

This Professor Liu's tone was steady, as if he hadn't just walked through a den of tigers, but had merely popped over to a neighbor's house for a visit.

"Thank you for your rescue."

Hearing Professor Liu personally offer his thanks, Long Dagui felt as if he had been electrocuted and subconsciously straightened his back.

He stretched out his hands, feeling flattered, and his two plump palms gripped Professor Liu's thin, dry hand.

"Oh, oh."

"Hello, Professor Liu. My surname is Long, Long Dagui."

Long Dagui squeezed a smile onto his old face that looked worse than crying, and hurriedly said, "You're welcome, you're welcome."

These two "You're welcome"s practically slid out of his throat.

After saying this, he didn't know what else to say.

He even stood there blankly, his hands still maintaining the handshake position.

You have to know, Long Dagui himself was famous in Baishui City for his eloquence.

At the business negotiation table, he could stand his ground against five people, could even talk the dead back to life, or turn straw into gold.

But now, this usually formidable President Long was forced by this absurd situation into becoming an honest man who couldn't even squeeze out a word.

This couldn't be blamed on him, because right now, his brain was still a mess of mush.

Just a moment ago, he was scrolling through videos, lamenting that the man had been captured, and yet, the moment he turned around, the man was standing alive in his living room.

Where the hell could one find logic in this?

'What on earth is going on?'

He looked blankly at Long Aoao, who was playing with the transformation wand on the side, feeling speechless in his heart.

How on earth did this son of his bring Professor Liu into this room?

Back to the present.

The engine sound on the highway was like a startled beast.

Long Aoao's father, Long Dagui, gripped the steering wheel, sweat streaming down his forehead frantically.

Beads of sweat as big as beans rolled into his collar, feeling chilly.

He had floored the accelerator to the limit.

The car was speeding along the highway, and every lane change was accompanied by the screeching of tires against the pavement.

Long Dagui glanced through the rearview mirror at Professor Liu, who was closing his eyes and resting in the back seat.

He also looked at Long Aoao in the passenger seat, who was waving the transformation wand around like a submachine gun.

'This brat, the trouble he's caused this time is way too big.'

He thought to himself, the shirt on his back completely soaked through with cold sweat, sticking tightly to his skin.

However, although the thing his brat had done this time was indeed a bit big, he didn't feel like his brat had caused a huge disaster at all.

On the contrary, he felt greatly gratified.

In the mind of this middle-aged man who had been in the business world for many years, living a life, it doesn't matter how much money you make; what matters is whether you can stand tall with a backbone.

He felt that this brat Long Aoao, although usually mischievous, often pulling girls' braids at school or causing a bunch of trivial little troubles, was actually a very reliable child in matters involving national righteousness and major questions of right and wrong.

Thinking of this, a sense of pride as an old father even welled up in Long Dagui's heart.

It was worthy of all his years of teaching by example.

The integrity in this child's bones must have definitely come from his father!

What? You say he also taught this brat, saying that female college students are the cutest creatures in this world?

Ahem. These old, trivial things from the past, let's not bring them up anymore.

Back to the main topic.

Even until now, as Long Dagui drove this SUV speeding along the highway in Country A, he still didn't know what methods his brat had used to rescue Professor Liu.

According to what the brat said in the room just now, it was that he took the so-called Ultraman Transformation Wand crafted by Factory Director Li himself.

Then, standing at the door, he pressed that shiny transformation button...

Long Dagui recalled Aoao's description at the time.

This brat said that after he pressed the button, he didn't choose the transformation mode, but used the stealth module inside.

He just walked out the door swaggeringly, walked to the opposite side, right under the noses of those CIA agents, utilizing this technology that was completely undetectable by the naked eye, pushed open the door, and brought Professor Liu back from over there.

While saying this, Long Aoao even waved the metal rod in his hand with a show-off expression.

Long Dagui felt speechless.

If he weren't running for his life right now, if it weren't an emergency, he would really want to backhand this brat's butt.

After all, this story, no one would believe it if they heard it!

And just as he was thinking this, Long Dagui's expression changed abruptly.

His small eyes, squeezed together by fat, stared unblinkingly at the rearview mirror.

Right behind their car, about a few hundred meters away, in the originally sparse traffic, several blinding high-beam headlights suddenly lit up.

Several all-black Ford SUVs were at an extremely unusual speed, weaving crazily between lanes, desperately biting at their tail.

Because behind them, cars were already chasing towards them.

That uniform driving style, and that iconic black vehicle model, there was no need to guess.

It was clearly that the CIA had discovered Professor Liu was missing, and now, they had locked onto them.

The sound of tires rubbing against the pavement on the highway kept ringing out, the piercing tire noise echoing in the night.

The engine sounds from behind approached from afar, like a pack of bloodthirsty wolves that had caught the scent of their prey.

Long Dagui's palms were full of sweat, the steering wheel even slipping a bit.

He glanced at the dashboard and looked at the endless road ahead.

The situation was dangerous to the extreme.