The American pilot who fired the cannon was greatly startled when Liu Hui's seaplane suddenly erupted in a massive explosion, and he immediately grew anxious. This novel is from ⒗к.Яg

He knew the commanders back at the base placed immense value on the personnel aboard that seaplane, having paid a steep price for the mission's smooth execution. This implied the people inside were of significant worth to higher-ups. Yet, now, after his two cannon rounds, the seaplane had inexplicably detonated, shattering into pieces—surely leaving no one inside alive.

The realization that those two cannon rounds were his own brought a wave of worry: would he be made the scapegoat for this incident?

The US base command center, monitoring the situation intently, heard the pilot’s transmission and instantly realized an unexpected crisis had occurred on the front lines, prompting them to frantically demand a full account of what had happened.

The American pilot reported, "We just struck the flank of the seaplane ahead with the 61A1 cannon mounted on our aircraft, but that seaplane suddenly underwent a violent, overall explosion. It has disintegrated in the sky..."

It was at that very moment that the thick smoke from the seaplane’s explosion began to dissipate in the sky, revealing a single figure. This person was standing on a jagged piece of the seaplane's casing that had been blown clear, gliding downward against the high-altitude currents.

The pilot of the US fighter jet was stunned. Before he could even report this new development to the command center, he watched the man gliding effortlessly turn his hand, and a dark, black machine materialized. From this machine, a beam of red light shot out, instantly slicing one of the US fighter jets vertically in two, followed by a horizontal cut—the F-15 was now four separate pieces. The pilot inside was tragically severed in half, dying instantly.

"My God, what is that..." The pilot of the other F-15 gasped in utter shock. It was the only exclamation he managed before a red beam streaked toward his aircraft, after which he lost consciousness entirely.

Liu Hui had detonated the seaplane himself. While gliding down on the shattered casing, he retrieved a laser weapon from his spatial storage and unleashed an attack on the US fighters overhead. At such close range, it took barely an instant to eliminate both pesky US fighters.

Having dealt with the two bothersome US fighters, Liu Hui continued his glide atop the aircraft wreckage, aiming for the terrain-replicated ice cap he had already scouted. Sensing his proximity to the ground, Liu Hui suddenly leaped clear of the fuselage and began to plummet rapidly downward.

Less than a hundred meters from the ground, Liu Hui circulated the spiritual energy within his body. His weight instantly lessened, granting him a brief period of controlled glide. Though this gliding ability lasted only five seconds, this brief buffer allowed Liu Hui to travel over a hundred meters forward, dissipating the immense downward force. With a nimble turn, he landed soundly on his feet. He had free-fallen from a height of a kilometer and touched down utterly unharmed.

Liu Hui stood steadily on the snow. While his body was unscathed, a tremor of shock still ran through him. He looked up to see debris from the aircraft still falling. After a moment's thought, he began sprinting toward the glacial gully ahead.

Although Liu Hui had destroyed two US fighters, he knew the Americans wouldn't have only sent two aircraft into this vicinity. Once those two disappeared, reinforcements would surely arrive to investigate the specifics of the situation. This location remained dangerously exposed.

The Antarctic continent was subject to extreme cold and ferocious winds, but these obstacles could not impede Liu Hui’s rapid sprint across the snow. He soon reached the glacial gully ahead, where he found a narrow crevasse. He slipped into this tight ice fissure, using it to conceal himself while observing the outside conditions.

Just as Liu Hui suspected, ten minutes later, the roar of engines sounded again in the distance. Six US fighters appeared above the location where the seaplane had exploded. After circling the airspace there several times, they flew directly toward the ice crevasse where Liu Hui was hidden, circling relentlessly above his concealment point.

"What is the meaning of this? Why are these planes loitering directly above me?" Liu Hui was deeply perplexed by the bizarre behavior of the US aircraft, wondering why they wouldn't depart but instead kept circling.

However, Liu Hui understood that lingering here was unwise due to the risk of exposure. Confronting the US military alone in this harsh Antarctic environment was not a prudent choice. Thus, he began probing deeper into the ice fissure behind him, charting a path inward.

The ice fissure offered no source of light, yet under Liu Hui’s abnormal vision, he could clearly perceive everything inside; this minor darkness did not impede his movement in the slightest.

Liu Hui’s luck held; the fissure connected to numerous other cracks of varying sizes. He advanced along these fractures, navigating numerous treacherous ice chasms. Had his strength not been so astonishing, he might easily have slipped and fallen in these spots.

After passing through these perilous fissures, Liu Hui unexpectedly discovered a large network of caverns beneath the ice. Overjoyed, he began navigating this subterranean complex. After running rapidly underground for some time, he had traveled more than ten kilometers from where he first entered the fissure.

Suddenly, Liu Hui noticed a faint light ahead. Elated, he rushed toward it and emerged from the cavern system through an exit on the opposite side. Upon exiting, he realized he was now on the other side of the glacier. However, when he looked up at the sky, he saw that US fighter jets were still circling overhead, and they were centered precisely on his location.

This time, Liu Hui was genuinely astounded. When he first saw the US planes circling above, he had assumed they were searching for any surviving pilots. But now that he was far from the original crash site, the persistent circling indicated a clear fact: the US fighters’ target was him, and the Americans possessed a means to pinpoint his location. Otherwise, such a coincidence in the world was impossible.

To test this hypothesis, Liu Hui returned to the cavern system and ran in a completely different direction. After covering another ten kilometers or so, he found another exit. When he poked his head out again, the same aircraft were circling above him, still centered on his position.

"Damn it, how are these Americans finding me?" Liu Hui exclaimed in shock, unable to stop himself from cursing.

Through his testing, Liu Hui now understood: somehow, he had been tracked by the US planes. No matter which direction he ran, planes were perpetually monitoring him from above.

Liu Hui retracted his head, finally grasping the predicament he was in. Something must be attached to him, something allowing the US military to track his movements.

He immediately began a thorough search of his own person for any suspicious items.

Liu Hui meticulously checked every pocket. He hadn't been carrying much to begin with, and as expected, he found no unusual objects. Still uneasy, he transferred everything from his pockets into his storage space. With the storage space acting as a buffer, even if these items were emitting a signal, it wouldn't reach the US forces outside.

Next, Liu Hui stripped off the clothes he was wearing and began a detailed inspection of the fabric. When examining the thick outer garment, he discovered a tiny black object clinging to the collar.

Liu Hui froze. Carefully, he plucked the black object free and held it before his eyes. He immediately noticed the intricate construction of the small black item—it was clearly a miniature precision instrument.

"This... could this be the legendary location tracker?" Liu Hui murmured. If this was indeed a tracker, all his preceding confusion could be resolved.

Because the tracker was adhered to the thick coat, which he had personally brought onto the aircraft, the security personnel conducting the check hadn't detected anything amiss. Although the seaplane was inscribed with an energy absorption formation, that formation had a critical weakness: it could only absorb external energy waves, not those emitted from within the aircraft itself. Therefore, while external radar couldn't detect Liu Hui’s seaplane, the presence of this location tracker allowed it to continuously transmit a signal wave, enabling others to easily pinpoint his location.

It was for this reason that the US aircraft were able to find Liu Hui’s seaplane over the South Pacific, and because he had been carrying this tracker all along, the US planes in the sky knew exactly where he was, no matter where he fled.

When Liu Hui grasped the full implication of this discovery, his heart plummeted. This situation could only mean one thing: there was a mole within the Starry Sky Group who had sold Liu Hui out to the US military.

Who could this mole be? Liu Hui began to ponder desperately.

This thick coat was something Liu Hui had prepared himself, bringing it from home and keeping it in his car until he boarded the plane. In the entire process, only three people could have come into contact with the coat: himself, Hu Xian'er, and his secretary, Li Lian... . . .