Chapter 845 - 378: The Shortest Mission Time Limit in History

Chapter 845: Chapter 378: The Shortest Mission Time Limit in History

"Woo——! Kucz kucz..."

"Hoo ha!"

A piercing roar startled Gu Ji and made him open his eyes abruptly!

The first thing he did was to confirm the death countdown in the top right corner of his field of vision.

Ever since the Laird Airport level, he hadn’t been so concerned about level time limits, but when he saw the red numbers flashing 56 minutes and 12 seconds, 11 seconds, Gu Ji finally felt what it meant to be overwhelmed by a sense of pressure!

[The items you are carrying have been delivered, open your backpack to check!]

[Crisis begins!]

[Please choose your initial reward!]

[Specialization in the Persian Language of the Shang and Han Dynasties (Large)] or [Strength enhancement (Large)!]

Yellow [Specialization in the Persian Language of the Shang and Han Dynasties]: Mastery of the languages of the Shang and Han dynasties and the Persian language family, and mastery of the history, customs, and local dialects of the Middle East and North Africa.

Middle East region?

"Heh heh heh, bilemek check..."

Just as Gu Ji was checking the reward options, a sweet laugh suddenly came from across him, uttering a language he completely didn’t understand.

Gu Ji looked up and was slightly stunned.

A Persian woman was smiling at him.

Though it was just a simple white dress, it outlined her slender and elegant figure beautifully. Her wheat-colored skin shimmered with a faint pearl glow, her slightly curly, deep brown long hair cascaded down like a waterfall, smooth and glossy. The most captivating were her blue-gray eyes, like beautiful lakes, paired with those unique Persian-style double eyelids, adding to its exotic appeal, making it hard to look away.

Even for someone accustomed to beauties like Chen Zhiyu and Li Yanan.

Gu Ji had to admit that this "Persian cat" before him was indeed enchanting.

Originally, he thought his acquisition of Yasen’s six languages would be enough to "dominate the world," but to quickly adapt to the level environment, Gu Ji still opted for the language imprint.

A yellow light descended.

He instantly understood what the Persian woman had just said, which meant "thank you very much."

"Honestly, I also think what you said makes sense. I do love photography, but my family has never allowed me to go abroad to model."

[New objective: Find the disaster accident point!]

The Persian woman continued to earnestly confide to "Gu Ji."

But Gu Ji no longer intended to waste more words with her.

Time was precious; wasting even a second could mean increasing the difficulty of passing the level.

He quickly rummaged through, pulling out all his personal belongings.

There was a mobile phone, a smartwatch, tickets, cash, a bank card, "passport... got it, Amin Vahid, Iran, 28 years old."

"Hey! Amin, what’s wrong?"

Gu Ji’s fast searching action seemed to alarm the Persian woman, who mistakenly thought he was in trouble.

The Amin in the photo looked quite handsome, with light brown skin, neat short hair, a manly stubbled beard, plus the muscles Gu Ji felt when frisking, the stereotypical Iranian heartthrob, no wonder he knew such a top-tier beauty.

"I have urgent matters and need to leave first, sorry!"

But Gu Ji still didn’t have the time to chat, he didn’t even glance at her, stood up and started packing.

Just as he was about to leave his seat, a figure suddenly collided with him, stumbling a few steps, almost falling headfirst into the aisle.

"Damn it! Did you do that on purpose?"

The person was a pot-bellied Persian man, and after steadying himself, he immediately turned back to scold Gu Ji.

Indeed.

This was a train.

And judging by the train’s decor, it wasn’t cheap, with white air-conditioned compartments, deep blue carpet, burgundy wool upholstery seats, one row on each side, wide and comfortable, much like domestic soft package trains.

"Damn it! I’m talking to you, boy, didn’t you hear me!"

Seeing that Gu Ji hadn’t responded, the fat uncle immediately flared up and marched aggressively towards Gu Ji.

Unexpectedly, the Persian woman stood up, smiling apologetically, "Oh sir, please don’t be angry, he just didn’t notice you coming."

"Hmph, consider yourself lucky today!"

Perhaps the woman was too pretty and charming, the fat uncle felt embarrassed and didn’t continue his tantrum, leaving a harsh word before turning "and walking towards the back of the train.

"This woman really is beautiful..."

To Gu Ji’s front right, in the seat by the right side of the compartment, a Persian youth in a black baseball cap with dyed blonde hair couldn’t help but stare at the Persian woman’s derrière, licking his lips.

"Please give me a little more time, I can definitely get the money by tomorrow, really!"

Behind, on the left side of the compartment, a middle-aged black-haired man in a suit was facing away while calling, extremely emotional.

"Glug glug..."

On the opposite side of the aisle, a young fat man opened a bottle of water, gulping it down.

"Sorry, please let me pass."

Towards the front of the train, a tall, thin man wearing a gray robe, with a white scarf on his head and a long stubbled beard, brushed past a Persian woman, standing at the train carriage connection.

"Hey! Amin! Hey!"

Perhaps Gu Ji’s long silence made the Persian woman a bit annoyed, she called out twice, then straightforwardly stood in front of him, blocking his view, "I’m talking to you, what’s wrong with you, why become suddenly so absent-minded!"

"I said, I have urgent matters."

Gu Ji reached out to push her aside, turned and found the backpack on the overhead luggage rack, saw inside it the gun-gray glimmer of the [Super Demolition Hammer], and headed straight towards the front of the train, leaving the Persian woman standing there alone, watching him in disbelief.