Republic of China: Ace Pilot

Chapter 834: Leaving the US with nuclear weapons equipment and data, along with 7 British agents.

The coffee shop door was pushed open, and Lawrence hurriedly left.

Fang Wen also got up and left the coffee shop, hurrying back to the hotel.

When I opened the door, Kuang Mingzhu was playing with her two children, building blocks. Sunlight streamed through the window, casting long shadows of the three of them, creating a warm and cozy atmosphere.

Upon seeing Fang Wen return, Kuang Mingzhu immediately stood up, her eyes filled with concern: "Why are you back so soon?"

Fang Wen walked over, bent down and picked up his son and daughter, kissing the tops of their heads. The smell of their milk was wonderful.

“Mingzhu, I’m leaving the United States. This afternoon, I’ll take you back to Las Vegas to meet my parents and in-laws. Tomorrow I’ll fly to New York and then head back to China.”

Kuang Mingzhu didn't ask any more questions. She hugged her husband, then let go and stood up: "Okay, I'll pack my things now. Don't worry, I'll take good care of the children."

In the afternoon, Fang Wen, along with his wife and children, left the hotel with their luggage.

The people Zhao Jiu arranged took the luggage and put it in the car.

He then said, "General Manager, it's all arranged."

Fang Wen nodded: "Then let's set off."

He got into the driver's seat, his wife was in the passenger seat, and his two children were in the back seat.

The two bodyguards were in a car behind.

The two-wheeled vehicle started up, left Berkeley, and headed for San Francisco.

An hour later, the car arrived at San Francisco Airport, where a private jet bound for Las Vegas was parked, and six passengers were waiting to board in a separate lounge.

After Fang Wen and his family arrived, the staff of Taishan Amusement Park, who had a separate waiting room, rushed over to greet them warmly, carrying their luggage and opening the boarding gate to lead them in.

After Fang Wen and his group boarded the plane, the six gamblers who were going to Las Vegas were allowed to board as well. These six men also realized Fang Wen's extraordinary abilities and did not cause any trouble, behaving themselves on the plane.

After a two-and-a-half-hour flight, the plane landed on the runway at Las Vegas Airport.

Fang Wen and his wife and children disembarked first, while two bodyguards handled their luggage behind them.

The family exited the airport, boarded a private car from Tarzan Amusement Park, and returned to the Fang family's residence in Las Vegas.

There, Fang Wen met his parents and in-laws. The warmth of the reunion eased some of the heaviness of their separation. The family gathered together, catching up on each other's lives. Fang Wen also quietly reminded his parents and in-laws to be careful and minimize going out recently.

The next morning, Fang Wen bid farewell to his family and went to the airport alone, boarding a flight to New York.

On the plane, he closed his eyes to rest, his mind constantly reviewing all the technical details he had noted down during his time in the United States.

His powerful mental strength allowed him to clearly remember every detail of the cyclotron technology.

Even with a memory far exceeding that of ordinary people, it cannot be guaranteed that such complex and numerous information can be memorized completely and without errors in a long-term memory state.

It still needs to be written on paper.

After arriving in New York, Fang Wen spent the entire day in the hotel, copying all the technical data on the cyclotron particle accelerator that he had obtained.

The entire piece of writing totaled 80 pages.

To avoid being discovered, Fang Wen did not put the paper documents in his suitcase. Instead, he cut open his leather jacket along the seam and stuffed the folded paper documents inside. After stuffing 80 paper pieces into the lining of the leather jacket, the jacket became heavier, but there was no abnormality visible from the outside.

After doing all that, Fang Wen went straight to Pan Am headquarters.

Given the current situation, the safest way to cross the Atlantic and return home is to charter a long-haul seaplane, and Pan Am is currently the only organization in the United States capable of providing such aircraft.

He was received by a senior executive of Pan Am. Upon hearing that Fang Wen wanted to charter a long-haul seaplane to Switzerland, the executive looked hesitant: "Mr. Fang, the war situation is tense right now, the Atlantic route has long been closed, and chartering a long-haul seaplane requires official approval, which is very difficult."

Fang Wen was prepared. He took out the relevant documents he had prepared in advance and said calmly, "I can buy the plane, so you don't have to worry about any losses caused by the plane."

Pan Am executives remained hesitant: "Selling you the planes is indeed a good idea, but we need to obtain permission."

Just as the conversation between the two reached a stalemate, the office door was pushed open, and a group of people walked in.

The secretary who came in with him explained, "They're from the FBI."

Fang Wen knew, however, that it wasn't just the FBI.

The leader was an official from the U.S. Office of Science Development, who was specifically in charge of the Lawrence Project.

Several uniformed FBI agents followed behind him, led by Indiana, the FBI's New York field director.

Indiana's gaze swept across the office, finally landing on Fang Wen. His face remained expressionless, as if the two had never met. His tone was cold and formulaic: "Mr. Fang Wen, we have received a report that you are suspected of carrying classified information and equipment related to nuclear weapons. We need to conduct a search of you now. Please cooperate."

An official from the Office of Scientific Development stepped forward and stared at Fang Wen: "Mr. Fang, you have just been removed from the nuclear research project, yet you are in such a hurry to charter a plane to leave the United States, which makes us suspicious of your intentions. If classified items are found, you will be detained in accordance with the law."

Fang Wen remained calm and shrugged, "Please go ahead. I am not carrying any prohibited items, nor is there anything I need to hide."

FBI agents immediately conducted a thorough search of Fang Wen's personal belongings.

I took it but found nothing.

The official did not end the farce, but instead said, "His physical condition also needs to be checked."

Pan Am executives, a business partner of Fangwen, expressed their dissatisfaction.

"You can't do that."

Fang Wen looked at the other person calmly, his gaze fixed on Indiana.

After a brief exchange of glances, Indiana walked up to Fang Wen and said, "Please put your hands up. I need to search you."

Fang Wen smiled and did as instructed.

Indiana conducted a full-body search of Fang Wen from head to toe.

He felt a hard lump in the lining of the leather jacket, but didn't say anything. Instead, he announced, "He wasn't carrying anything suspicious."

The official from the Office of Scientific Development looked increasingly grim and said reluctantly, "We will also search all your properties under your name in the United States, including the hotel where you previously stayed and related establishments!"

Just then, the office door was pushed open again, and another group of people walked in. The man in the lead was dressed in military uniform and held a black badge in his hand: "I am Jack Wilson from the Intelligence Coordination Bureau, here on official business."

Upon hearing the words "Intelligence Coordination Bureau," the official from the Office of Scientific Development paused for a moment.

The Coordination Intelligence Agency was established last month by order of the president himself. It reports directly to the White House and has extremely high authority.

Jack Wilson glanced around the scene and said calmly, "I know you are investigating Mr. Fang Wen, but I can assure you that as long as Mr. Fang Wen cooperates with our operation, he will never take any prohibited items out of the United States."

Officials from the Office of Science and Technology Development remained hesitant, with Jack Wilson adding, "This is a presidential order. If you continue to obstruct our work and delay our operations, you will face the consequences."

The official's face turned pale and then red, and he finally had no choice but to compromise: "Fine, I can stop expanding the search, but I must stay here and wait for his response. If he refuses to cooperate with your operation, we will still investigate him."

Jack Wilson nodded, then turned and gestured for Fang Wen to speak privately: "Mr. Fang Wen, let's find a place to talk alone."

"Okay." Fang Wen followed him into a room and closed the door.

Inside the room, Jack Wilson got straight to the point: "Mr. Fang, we just received information that you want to charter a Pan Am long-haul seaplane to fly to Europe. I know you have excellent piloting skills and are aware of your extensive experience in nighttime airborne operations, which is exactly what we need."

He paused, then continued, “The Intelligence Coordination Bureau can help you coordinate with Pan Am to successfully loan the aircraft, and can also completely resolve the difficulties caused by the Office of Scientific Development, allowing you to leave the United States without any obstacles. But we have one condition: please take seven people with you to Switzerland, and after arriving in Switzerland, you must personally pilot the plane to airdrop them into Germany.”

Fang Wen fell into deep thought upon this.

He knew very well that agreeing to this condition would make his return journey more complicated and could potentially draw him into new disputes; but if he didn't agree, it would be difficult for him to borrow a plane from Pan Am, and even if he did, the Office of Scientific Development would never let it go and would keep pestering him, delaying his return to Mount Tai.

After a moment, Fang Wen made a decision: "I can agree to your conditions, but I have one request. After arriving in Switzerland, I will only be responsible for having them parachute into Germany, but I will not participate in any of your other operations against Germany."

Jack Wilson smiled and held out his hand: "Deal!"

Fang Wen shook hands with him, and after reaching an agreement, they walked out of the room together.

Seeing that Fang Wen had agreed to the Intelligence Coordination Bureau's request and that Jack Wilson had given his assurances, the officials from the Office of Scientific Development had no choice but to reluctantly leave Pan Am with the FBI agents.

With no obstacles in place, Pan Am executives readily agreed to lend the plane and personally escorted Fang Wen and Jack Wilson to Long Island Harbor in New York—the landing point for seaplanes and their agreed meeting place.

While waiting for the plane, Jack Wilson's men arrived with seven passengers.

These seven people, including men and women, varied in height and build, and did not appear to be professionally trained soldiers or special agents.

Fang Wen leaned against the dock railing, looking at the seven people, and joked, "Haven't you Americans always maintained neutrality? What, are you officially joining this war now?"

Jack Wilson quickly waved his hand, afraid that Fang Wen would misunderstand, and explained, "Mr. Fang, please don't misunderstand. These people are not from our Intelligence Coordination Bureau, but employees of the British government. We are just providing some insignificant assistance. After all, German expansion is not without its threats to the United States."

Fang Wen smiled without saying a word. He was well aware of America's intentions. The so-called "neutrality" was just a choice made after weighing the pros and cons. Now that Germany was advancing rapidly, the United States could not really stay out of it. It just hadn't found a suitable entry point yet.

He didn't dwell on the matter any further, turning his gaze to the distant sky as he awaited the arrival of the plane.

About an hour later, the roar of airplanes could be heard in the distance.

As everyone looked up, a huge seaplane slowly flew in, its wings spread out like a giant seabird, gliding smoothly toward the sea off Long Island Harbor, and finally landing on the water, stirring up long waves as it glided.

A Pan Am executive pointed to the aircraft and explained, "Mr. Fang, this aircraft is called the 'American Clipper.' It was the first long-haul seaplane we used when we launched our Atlantic route two years ago, and it was very reliable. However, the war situation deteriorated, and the route was forced to close, so the aircraft became idle."

“I’ve flown a Boeing 314,” Fang Wen replied.

Because the aircraft was too large to dock directly at the pier, Fang Wen boarded the "American Clipper" in a small boat.

On the plane, he activated his supernatural power, instantly covering the entire aircraft and carefully inspecting every critical part, including the engine and fuel system. Only after confirming that there were no major malfunctions did he return to the dock with peace of mind.

He approached the Pan Am executives and said, “I have inspected the plane and there are no problems. But I must inform you in advance that the plane will be flying to Switzerland and is unlikely to return before the end of the war. This is an act of God, and I ask for your understanding.”

Pan Am executives had already been notified and were not surprised: "Mr. Fang, rest assured, we have already reached an agreement with the government on this matter, and there will be no problems. We wish you a safe journey."

Fang Wen nodded, said no more, turned around and led the seven British employees onto the "American Clipper" in a small boat.

The flight crew who flew in stayed on the dock and waved goodbye to them.

Fang Wen was the only pilot on this flight.

Inside the cabin, Fang Wen sat in the pilot's seat and skillfully started the aircraft.

The Boeing 314, which originally required two pilots to operate, was started under his control.

He activated his supernatural ability, perfectly merging his senses with the aircraft, precisely controlling every lever and button. The aircraft slowly started, glided a distance on the water, and then steadily soared into the sky, flying towards the Atlantic Ocean.

The weather was quite nice; the sky over the Atlantic was clear and blue.

Moreover, there were no German aircraft carriers in the Atlantic Ocean, so there would be no large-scale aircraft patrols, making this voyage relatively safe.

Time passed slowly, twenty hours went by, and night quietly fell. Under the cover of darkness, the plane entered the airspace over the coastline of the European continent.

In the pitch-black night sky, the plane flew over Belgium and France, and finally, before dawn, it arrived over Switzerland.

Fang Wen looked down at the rolling mountains and scattered towns below. This mountainous country was not without waterways where one could land.

However, it is necessary to contact the ground in advance.

He called out to the cabin, "We've reached Swiss airspace. It's your turn now."

The strongest of the seven British employees took out his backpack, retrieved the telegraph machine inside, and handed it to a thin man to send a message.

Shortly after the telegram was sent, a reply was received.

The gaunt man said, "Do you know where Lake Zug is? We need to land there." (End of Chapter)