I Am Unstoppable

Chapter 271

Chapter 271

The moment the aircraft dropped to a specific altitude, Jonathan landed on the yacht's deck using a rope ladder.

The yacht was not big; its indoor area was only less than fifty square meters.

Since the deck was empty, Jonathan quickly scanned the area and sensed that Briana was inside.

Jonathan kept in touch with the pilot of the aircraft, informing the latter of his plan, which was to swiftly capture Briana and take her away with the aircraft.

Thanks to the navigation lights on the deck, the area was brightly lit. Jonathan also noticed the interior was brightly lit as he peered in from the corridor.

Just as he had quickly made his way to the corridor, something unexpected happened.

The pilot's voice traveled through Jonathan's headset.

“Mr. Lawson, there's something wrong with the helicopter's fuel system. I have to turn back now.”

The news shocked Jonathan. Before he could even utter a single word, the aircraft had turned around.

F*ck! What bullsh*t is this?

Jonathan was rendered speechless.

Immediately after that, another shocking event happened.

The aircraft abruptly exploded, forming sparks in the air like fireworks.

It exploded.

Jonathan froze, concerned about the pilot's well-being. He did not know if the latter had managed to flee the helicopter in time.

Jonathan felt conflicted at that moment.

He wanted to help the pilot that could have jumped off the helicopter. However, Jonathan knew that if he did that, his fate would be no different from the pilot's if the yacht drove off. Moreover, it would be harder for him to look for the pilot after jumping into the water.

Hence, Jonathan figured he had to first take control of the yacht in order to save the pilot. The yacht was the priority.

Without any hesitation, Jonathan ran to the cockpit, moving as light as a feather.

What puzzled him was that not a single crew—including Briana—came out to check on the situation when such a major explosion happened outside.

Regardless, he did not have time to ponder on it. Soon, he arrived outside the cockpit.

It was brightly lit, and the door was tightly shut.

With a bang, Jonathan forced the door open, giving the two ship pilots inside the shock of their lives

with his sudden appearance.

Swiftly, Jonathan knocked out one person and said to the other, “Do as I say, or you'll suffer the consequences.”

Scared out of his wits, the man nodded immediately.

Jonathan asked, “What's your name?”

“T-Tate Simpson.”

“Very well, Tate. Head toward the southeast. Hurry.”

Tate hurriedly responded and got busy.

After that, Jonathan rushed out of the cockpit and arrived at the deck with two lifebuoys in his hand, glancing around the water.

Nonetheless, it was useless, for the water was pitch black.

Noting that, Jonathan returned to the cockpit to get a flashlight.

Meanwhile, the yacht sped toward the location where the accident happened.

Not long after, it arrived at the area.

Wrecks of the helicopter and a layer of fuel floated on the water.

Jonathan yelled, “Dante! Dante!”

The pilot's name was Dante Thunder.

It was only after Jonathan yelled a few more times that he finally heard a weak voice responding. Immediately, he scanned the water and spotted Dante.

Dante was severely injured, and he was doing his best to keep himself afloat.

Seeing that, Jonathan first threw a lifebuoy into the water.

Just as he was about to jump in, he had second thoughts about it. What if Tate drives off the moment I jump in? I can't possibly catch up to the yacht by swimming.

At that, Jonathan shouted, “Hold on for a bit, Dante!”

Thanks to the lifebuoy, Dante could relax a little.

In the meantime, Jonathan ran to the cockpit, brought Tate to the deck, and placed the lifebuoy over him. Pointing at Dante, he yelled, “Please save my friend. Please!”

With that, he pushed Tate into the water.

The sudden turn of events made Tate shriek in surprise. However, he quickly came to his senses and went to rescue Dante.

Ten minutes later, Tate was finally pulling Dante out of the water.

Both of them were completely drenched.

After placing Dante on the deck, Jonathan began examining the former's wound.

It was no doubt a severe injury, for a piece of debris from the helicopter had pierced into Dante's thigh.

With that, Jonathan said to Tate, “Get me a first aid kit now.”

Tate knew what Jonathan was capable of. Not daring to disobey the latter, Tate gave a brief response before turning to leave.

It did not take long for him to return with a first aid kit. Upon receiving it, Jonathan took out the bandages, rubbing alcohol, scissors, and other equipment he needed to deal with Dante's wound.

When Jonathan was done gathering all of the items he needed, he professionally snipped off a section of the pants around Dante's wound. With clean and swift movements, he removed the debris from the flesh.

Following that, he pressed a piece of cotton ball soaked with rubbing alcohol onto the wound.

Within seconds, the cotton ball was already stained red with blood.

The bleeding did not stop until Jonathan changed the cotton ball several times.

It was such a tormenting process that Dante clenched his teeth to endure the pain.

Subsequently, Jonathan cleaned the area around the wound using rubbing alcohol before wrapping it up with cotton and bandages.

All right. It's done.

Jonathan had picked up first aid skills when he was battling abroad.

In fact, he had even pulled out poison darts and dealt with bullet wounds for himself.

Once Jonathan was done bandaging Dante's wound, he helped the latter up and said to Tate, “Drive the yacht toward Horington. That woman on your yacht is a criminal, and I'm going to take her back to be arrested. You can make a police report if you want.”

Tate was befuddled, but he did not dare to disobey Jonathan's orders. “Got it.”

Meanwhile, Jonathan could not help but find the situation odd. How is Briana able to stay in there all this time?

Regardless, Jonathan was not worried that Briana would run away.

There was nowhere for her to run, after all.

While holding Dante, Jonathan walked along the corridor and finally arrived outside a room.

The door was tightly shut, and the interior was exceedingly bright.

With a kick, Jonathan sent the door flying open, bringing the living room into view. Inside was a table with wine, steak, fresh flowers, and fruits on it.

As for Briana, she was sitting by the table in traditional wedding attire.

It was quite an eerie sight. Even a brave person like Jonathan was startled by what he saw.

Is she a ghost bride?

For some reason, he recalled a scary story he had heard in the past.

Nonetheless, being the bold person he was, he still cussed out, albeit noticing something was amiss, “B*tch, why are you dressed like that? Are you trying to scare me?”

Right then, Briana turned around to look at him, revealing her ghostly pale face and lips covered in red lipstick.

Flashing him an eerie smile, she said, “You're here.”

Her tone sounded natural, as if she was greeting the husband she had been married to for decades.

Jonathan paid no attention to her. Instead, he quickly placed Dante on the bed in one of the rooms before saying, “Dry yourself here for a bit. I'll go out to deal with some matters.”

Dante was extremely grateful to Jonathan.

After all, Jonathan was extremely attentive to him, even in the face of danger.

Indeed, misfortune tests the sincerity of friends.

Dante forced a smile and nodded. “I'll be fine, Mr. Lawson. Don't worry and go ahead with your matters.”

“All right.” With that, Jonathan shut the door and went to the living room.

“Briana!” he called out as he sat opposite her. At first, he wanted to drink some of the wine, but he quickly changed his mind. Who knows? Maybe Briana did something to it. It'll be humiliating if my blood that was changed by the Supreme Nascent Pill can't handle the consequences.

He decided it was better to be safe than sorry.

It was a principle he observed strictly.

Glancing at Briana, Jonathan said, “Briana, I don't know what your purpose is for dressing up like that here, nor do I want to use violence against you. Just give me the prismatic crystal now, and you can do whatever you want after that.”

Suddenly, Briana flashed him an idiotic smile. “You're already dead. Why do you still want the prismatic crystal for?”

Jonathan instantly felt goosebumps all over his body, and he cursed, “F*ck!”

Briana continued, “Didn't you find it odd that no one came out to look when the helicopter exploded just

now?”

Jonathan's heart sank. “What do you mean?”

“See? You keep deceiving yourself, and you're still doing that even when you're dead. You just refuse to believe it.”

Jonathan simply glared at Briana, who returned his glare. All of a sudden, Jonathan laughed out loud, and a cold glint fleeted across his eyes. “Briana, you were still a kid when I started killing people in Smealand. Are you really trying to trick me with such childish moves? Tsk. You're being too naive.”

Briana merely picked up a glass of wine and took a sip from it without saying anything.

“I'm going to say this for the last time. Give me the prismatic crystal. I don't want to be violent with you. I might not be someone who hits women, but that doesn't mean I can keep being patient with you,” Jonathan warned.

“Do you believe Orcus exists?” Briana asked, sidestepping Jonathan's demands.

Jonathan froze for a moment as he recalled Otto's words before the latter died. The messenger from Eonetara. Otto was a messenger from Eonetara. Has the secret organization from Eonetara caught up to me? Are they controlling Briana as well?

Jonathan's heart pounded. The truth was, he had been feeling something was wrong from the moment he stepped onto the yacht.

However, he could not pinpoint what it was.

All he felt was just an indescribable yet scary atmosphere spreading around him.

Eyeing Briana, he questioned, “What are you trying to say?”

“You offended Orcus, so you have to be punished.”

“What's the punishment?” Jonathan asked in a low voice.

He felt like he was losing his mind for asking those questions, but he could not help himself from asking.

A faint smile crept up Briana's lips as she said, “Your punishment is to continuously bring stones from the foot of the mountain and pile them on the mountaintop. Once you're done piling ten thousand stones on the mountain, you'll have to push them all down. Then, you have to descend the mountain to repeat the process. Most importantly, you have to watch as the stones roll down the mountain. This is Orcus' punishment for you.”

Jonathan scoffed, “I'm not crazy. Why should I do a stupid thing like that? Since you said Orcus wants to punish me, why don't you tell him to come out and talk to me?” Pausing briefly, he cast her a suspicious glance. “Don't tell me you're Orcus.”

Briana merely smiled and uttered, “You'll understand as time goes by.”

Jonathan argued, “I don't know about that, but I believe my patience will soon run out if you keep this nonsense up.”

“I'm already dead, so why would I be afraid of you?” said Briana abruptly, gazing at him.