Looking through the airplane window.
Jack Smith could only see endless clouds obstructing his entire view.
As the plane slowly climbed into the stratosphere, the clouds that initially blocked the view slowly became as soft as silk, like white paint casually spilled by an artist on a blue canvas.
The Sun was positioned on one side of the horizon, pouring golden light over this boundless sea of clouds, making each cloud fringe gilded.
Occasionally, some rays of light penetrated the gaps in the clouds, shining downward like spotlights from the sky, illuminating the distant terrain below.
At this moment,
after several flight transfers, the plane was continuing to climb through the thick clouds.
It was now noon on May 23rd.
Jack Smith and his teammates had spent a long time discussing the details of the mission yesterday, before hurriedly embarking on this urgent mission requested by their client.
Under the team leader's arrangement,
they had gone through several transfers.