A few hours later, Buckle Murphy, who was in the Quantum Deity Laboratory, received bad news. His youngest son, Randy, was suddenly kidnapped when he was shopping with his female companion. After defeating six well-trained bodyguards, the kidnappers disappeared into a shopping mall with Randy.
After receiving the news, Murphy could no longer sit still. He directly applied for leave from the Shield Bearer Committee, then hurriedly boarded a helicopter and flew toward Bozeman Airport.
At the Bozeman Airport, which was the closest to Yellowstone Park, his private plane was already on standby and ready to take off at any time.
However, at this time, in Bozeman Airport, there was a truck marked as the official of Bozeman Airport driving into the airport runway.
"Please show me your entry permit and cargo transportation permit."
Outside the iron fence, one of the security guards stopped the truck and spoke to the two people in the driver's seat.
"No problem, sir!"
Sitting in the driver's seat was a middle-aged man with a big beard and a rosacea wearing black sunglasses. At this time, he casually took out a certificate and handed it to the security guard outside the window. At this time, a folk heavy metal rock music could be heard in his car.
As the vehicle stopped in front of the sentry post, the noisy sound from the window also rang in the ears of these security guards, making them extremely irritated.
Looking at the dirty and rugged redneck in front of him, a look of disgust flashed in the security guard's eyes. He handed the certificate to his colleague, then he went around to the back of the truck and knocked on the door at the same time.
Suddenly, the back of the truck slowly opened, revealing a middle-aged farmer who also reeked of alcohol and was dressed in sloppy clothes. Like the middle-aged man in the driver's seat, this farmer also wore a pair of sunglasses of unknown brand.
"What is this truck carrying?"
The security guard's gaze followed the farmer's back and saw a round, black ball inside the truck.
The ball was about one meter in diameter and it was black all over. Perhaps because of the light, the surface of the black ball showed a matte color.
Moreover, without any support, the black ball stood steadily in the center of the truck. It looked very magical.
"This is a new type of yoga fitness equipment – Gantz."
The farmer smiled, revealing a mouthful of big yellow teeth. "Senator Murphy bought it from my factory by name. I brought it to him."
"So Senator Murphy still likes yoga?"
The security guard nodded. All the trucks that could come in had been checked outside. Naturally, he did not want to check them again. So, he turned around and walked back to the sentry post. He asked his colleague next to him, "How is it? Is the ID all right?"
However, all he got was a serious look from his colleague. His colleague glanced at him with a serious look.
This glance immediately alerted him. He stopped in his tracks and slowly touched his waist.
Ka-cha!
But just as the two security guards were about to make a move, the truck suddenly flashed with a dazzling light. The two subconsciously wanted to turn their heads, but it was already too late. After being illuminated by the light, they immediately stood there blankly and lost their previous vigilance.
"The Memory Eraser is still more useful."
The middle-aged man in the driver's seat slowly put away the silver metal rod in his hand, then directly got out of the car, walked into the sentry post, and pressed the button to raise the gear lever. When the railing in front of the car was raised, he returned to the car and drove into the airport.
Only after the truck had completely left did the two security guards slowly turn around. They looked around blankly and then looked at each other.
"Parker, what just happened just now?"
"I don't know, are you going to say something?"
"Uh, I seem to have forgotten..."
Leaving aside the two security guards who were dumbfounded, the truck had already driven into the airport and stopped next to Murphy's Gulfstream private jet.
At this time, the cargo compartment of the plane was open, and a transport truck was parked next to it. It seemed that the cargo had just been loaded.
"This is the parking lot for private jets. May I ask who you are?"
Seeing the truck approaching, the two staff members hurriedly greeted it. However, when they came in front of the truck, all they saw was a dazzling white light flashing past.
Ka-cha!
Suddenly, the two staff members stood rooted to the ground like the previous security guards, as if they had been disconnected.
"Captain Brando, relying too much on this product will cause your business skills to degenerate sooner or later."
Following a voice, the door of the train carriage suddenly opened, and the farmer who reeked of alcohol jumped out. He puffed and puffed as he rolled the black ball into the cargo hold of the private jet.
"You'd better mind your own business."
The middle-aged man looked around warily and saw that the two staff members were slowly waking up. One of them saw someone rolling a strange black ball into the cargo compartment and immediately wanted to stop it.
"Ka-cha!"
However, following a dazzling white light, the staff member was once again frozen in place.
"Alright, the black ball Gantz has been put in. Remember to pick me up in Chicago, Captain Brando."
The middle-aged farmer chuckled, then took out a longan-sized metal ball and gently knocked it.
Suddenly, there was a flash of lightning and his figure directly disappeared into thin air.
"Ka-cha!"
Seeing this, Brando took one last look in front of the two staff members before getting back into the truck and driving away from Bozeman Airport.
After leaving the airport, the middle-aged man tore off his hair and beard, revealing a deep and handsome face.
This man was none other than one of the two rapid response forces under Blacklight Biotechnology: the captain of the B.S.S. force, the earliest established Black Security Service, Clark Brando.
In addition to the Black Security Service, the other rapid response force was the Black Knights.
It was just that because the combat effectiveness of the Black Knights was too outstanding, the B.S.S. force was a little reduced to doing odd jobs at the edge. Just like now, the B.S.S. force more often carried out tasks that required flexibility and less violence.
Half an hour later, Murphy's vehicle directly passed the security check and drove into the parking lot of the airport.
"Mr. Senator Murphy, the plane has been inspected and everything is normal."
The captain immediately came forward and reported, "We've notified the airport command center. We can take off any time in half an hour."
Murphy nodded when he heard this. He was burning with anxiety and said without thinking, "I hope we can take off now, the sooner the better."
"Understood."
The captain nodded and helped Murphy into the private plane along the ladder, then walked toward the cockpit to begin the final inspection. As long as the inspection was correct, the plane could quickly take off and carry out the flight plan.
However, at this time, a hundred kilometers away from Bozeman Airport, on a towering mountain top, a double spiral spire stood on a truck.
This double spiral spire was about ten meters high and two meters wide. The body of the spire was a strange dark red, full of an ominous aura. The reason why it felt like this was because its shape was completely out of the scope of human aesthetics.
Next to the spiral-shaped spire, there was an identical black ball. It was also one meter in diameter, and it was also pure black. It was no different from the black ball on Murphy's private plane.
At this time, the black ball, which had been silent for a long time, made a strange howl and a blue light suddenly rose on its surface.
This light continued to streak from top to bottom. At the same time, an old man who was in a half-lying state with his eyes closed appeared in the blue light...
What was even more strange was that the old man did not notice anything at all. He was just half-lying in the void as if there was a transparent seat under him.
Immediately afterward, the blue light flashed again and the old man disappeared in the blue light again.
Obviously, at that moment just now, because of the signal coverage of the Gantz server, the two black balls successfully established a connection and teleported Murphy, the shield-bearer at Bozeman Airport a hundred kilometers away, to the other black ball. Then, without the other party noticing, the other party was teleported back.
Of course, all of this was not meaningless. During this teleportation, the black sphere Gantz could smoothly obtain a body structure diagram of Buckle Murphy. This kind of structure diagram included every detail of the body and was far from comparable to instruments such as X-rays and CT scans.
At this time, on the other side, in Murphy's private plane, the two stewardesses saw this strange scene, but before they could exclaim, a white light suddenly flashed in front of them...
A few minutes later, when these stewardesses woke up again, they saw that Senator Murphy was still sitting there. No one would remember that just now, Senator Murphy in front of them had disappeared bit by bit.
As the plane took off smoothly, Murphy's Gulfstream plane quickly took off and flew toward Chicago, 1,500 kilometers away...
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