Chapter 660 - Flying (2/2)

The technician nodded and replied, “Yes, it seems so.”

What was Mie doing in the Mojave Desert?

None of them knew the reason, but they had faith in the genetic warrior’s ability to track people down. As long as it had registered the scent of its target before, the genetic warrior could locate his mark in any corner of the world. It was in their genes that they could track down their targets like hunting dogs.

“Could it be that he’s going to the invisible jet research base at the Mojave Desert?” a cabinet minister suddenly exclaimed.

“Gasp!”

Everyone drew in a quick breath. The Mojave Desert Invisible Jet Research Base had been built through the allocation of an immense fund. The latest fighter jet, the Phantom 5, was now undergoing its most crucial stage of development. If Xiao Luo disrupted its testing in any way at this stage, then the enormous funding they had invested earlier would all go down the drain.

“Found him! I found that Mie!” a technician called out.

President Bama, the ministers, and senior ranking officers looked over. On the large wall-mounted monitors, they saw a black dot moving across the screen. When the technician zoomed in, they began to make out the form of a person running.

That technician turned to the president to explain. “I scanned the map with a satellite and triangulated his position based on his last known location and direction of travel,” he said, as he continued zooming in, “It’s unbelievable! He is running at a speed of a hundred and fifty kilometers per hour!”

What?

Everyone widened their eyes in shock, unable to process what they just heard. How could an ordinary human being run at that speed?

“Are you sure that he’s on foot and not using any means of transport?” the defense minister asked.

“The satellite image shows he’s running, and the distance of each step is about fifty to eighty meters,” the technician replied.

“What’s going on? Is he a genetic warrior created by the Hua nation?”

The defense minister took a deep breath and turned to president Bama, “Our genetic warrior is hardly at par with Mie.”

President Bama did not respond to him, and his drawn face turned dark again. He was anxious that the Mei nation was not the only country that possessed such a formidable weapon.

After the technician analyzed the photo captured by the satellite and other corresponding data, he looked shocked. “It doesn’t seem like he’s running, but it’s more like… He’s flying, Sir!”

Flying?

My God, what kind of joke are you cracking, boy? How could a man fly without the help of a machine?

How could that be possible!

Everyone was even more shocked this time, and the flustered defense minister yelled, “What the f*ck are you saying? Flying? You mean he’s a Superman now?”

“Sir, these are the pictures snapped by our scouts at the Mojave Desert.”

The technician projected the images onto the giant screen. They were all shot taken in the desert and showed a stretch of sand-colored undulating terrain. “The desert here is where Mie passed earlier, but he did not leave any traces on the sand. How could a person run in a desert, leaving no traces of footprints? Unless he’s flying, of course.”

When he finished speaking, everyone was in a stupor.

Flying? What the hell was going on? How did that guy do it?