Chapter 2028 Willful

No. 13 and Tartar are not as simple as bad guys, it should be said that they are inhumane. Eight {Novel[〈〔＜

When two inhuman beings mix together, there is no need to expect them to act like normal people.

After placing the person in the toilet cubicle, No. 13 used a very thin fishing line to tie the door bolt from the inside. After locking the body in the toilet cubicle, he went out alone, while Tarta was right Looking in the mirror, he carefully glued the beard in place, then washed away the very inconspicuous blood stains with water, and left the toilet.

No. 13 had disappeared. He didn't say hello to Tarta at all and just left. Tarta shrugged after leaving the toilet and started walking towards the Royal Terminal.

The Royal Terminal is not connected to the ordinary terminal at all. It is a completely independent building. Tarta has to go out first and enter the Royal Terminal through a special passage.

Looking at his watch, he saw that there were still four and a half hours until the plane landed. This time was actually a bit early. If Saif had not greeted the airport in advance, there would be no clues when he arrived.

However, Grevatov and Roztovsky have not received any news yet, which means that they cannot confirm whether the plane transporting Clooney will land at Dammam Airport, so it might be better to go there early and take a look, maybe You can find very obvious signs.

Tartar left the ordinary terminal where he was and started walking towards the royal terminal.

The terminal building dedicated to the royal family must be much more heavily guarded, and there will naturally be fewer passengers. The possibility of exposure will be much greater in comparison, but Tarta doesn't care about this at all, and he doesn't think about it. There is a possibility that you will be exposed.

Pacing slowly, Talta approached the entrance to the Royal Terminal.

Tarta had no plan. His plan was to adapt to circumstances. It was a bit reckless to do so. However, when there was no time to investigate everything in detail in advance and make a detailed plan, he could only adapt to circumstances.

A guard approached Tarta, and Tarta stood still, but after the guard looked at his nameplate, he didn't ask anything and turned back.

So Talta strolled into the Royal Terminal as if nothing had happened.

"It's just as relaxed as ever. It's so boring."

After muttering something under his breath, Talta entered the royal terminal.

The Shah had five thousand princes;

Among them, there are two thousand people with more important status. About five hundred of these two thousand people own private jets, and about fifty of them own more than one private jet, which is also an extra large and luxurious one. In theory, , five thousand princes are eligible to use the royal terminal.

So not only were there a lot of people in the Royal Terminal, but there were also a lot of people, but they were all service staff.

Tarta thought there would be no flight information boards in the terminal, but he found that there were also flight information boards in the Royal Terminal, but they were all private jets.

It was already past one in the morning, and the information board showed that a Gulfstream plane would land at two in the morning, but other than that, there were no other planes landing.

Nothing could be seen from the information board, and Tarta was not disappointed, as he expected, so he looked around casually and observed what the staff in the royal terminal were wearing.

The security level of the Royal Terminal is definitely high, but there won't be guards with guns walking around inside, which would be an eyesore.

"Will you get off the plane at the terminal? That's the question."

After muttering to himself, Tarta went into the toilet, and when he came out again, he took off his name tag.

There was a super luxurious reception room in the terminal. Tarta walked in and sat on a leather sofa. Immediately afterwards, a very handsome young man walked up to him and said with a smile: "Your Highness, Is there anything I can do for you?”

No one questioned Tarta's identity, because all the people who could enter this terminal were members of the royal family, so after Tarta removed his staff sign, he was automatically regarded as a distinguished guest who needed respect.

Tartar said in extremely fluent Arabic without any accent: "Bring me a cup of black tea. If my followers come to me, bring them here."

"Okay Your Highness, please wait a moment."

"Wait a minute, one thing. I didn't see my brother's flight information. It's a Boeing 787. His plane should be landing soon, but I didn't see it. Go ask me."

"Go and ask right away, Your Highness, do you know the plane number?"

"How could I remember something like that?"

"Sorry, please wait a moment, I'll be back soon."

Tarta waited for less than two minutes. Four desserts and Arabic black tea were placed in front of him. Then a middle-aged man said with a smile: "Your Highness, no Boeing 787 will land here tonight. Can you provide Aircraft number? In that case, I can help you look up more accurate information."

Tarta said impatiently: "I don't know the plane number. I only know that my brother is coming back from Europe tonight, and I can't wait to show him my new camel. I came here late at night." , do you want me to be disappointed? So find out what time he lands and tell me."

"Do you know which airport the plane took off from? This will make it easier for us to check."

"I don't know! Do I have to tell everyone where I'm going to travel?"

"Okay, Your Highness, please wait a moment, I will check immediately."

Tarta took two sips of black tea, but then he put down the tea cup and pushed it aside. Then he said to the young man who was still standing by: "I'm sleepy. I want to sleep for a while. Maybe my entourage doesn't know that I'm here, but If anyone comes looking for me, bring him to me."

"Okay, Your Highness, you can go to the lounge. Please allow me to lead you."

"No, just here."

Tarta took off her leather slippers, lay down on the long sand, closed her eyes, and said loudly: "Tell me when the plane comes."

Then Tartar fell asleep, he really began to sleep, and actually fell asleep.

The manager came again, but when he saw Tarta sleeping on the sand, he didn't dare to disturb him at all. The young man who served Tarta said, "Have you found anything?"

"No, there was no notice at all. Which prince is this?"

"I don't know, what should I do now?"

"Let him sleep and don't disturb him. I'll check again. I won't know until the plane lands. This kind of thing happens all the time. I'll wait for the news."

Tarta slept until five in the morning, because according to time, the plane transporting Clooney would arrive around 5:30.

When Tarta woke up, he turned over and sat up on the sofa. He reached out and looked at his watch, and then immediately said angrily: "It's been so long and it's still not here!"

The person who should be the customer service manager immediately walked over, and then said apologetically to Tarta: "I'm sorry, Your Highness, there is no plane landing as you mentioned. We have just received notification that only one Boeing 747 will land on Tuesday. Landing in fifteen minutes."

Tarta said with an angry look on his face: "747? Not 787? Where did it come from? How come I still can't figure out how you do things!"

"Sorry, very, very sorry, Your Highness, it is indeed a Boeing 747 that will land here at short notice. In addition, there will only be a Boeing 777 that will land here at nine o'clock in the morning. It takes off from Paris. It needs to be Shall I check it for you?”

Tarta yawned, and then said with a confused look: "Did I make a mistake? Is it a Boeing 777? Or is it that Boeing 747? Did he go to the United States? Where did that 747 take off from, and who did it take off from? s plane?"

"Sorry, we don't know more information about the Boeing 747, well, so I can't reveal any more information to you."

Tarta looked at the person he was talking to with a very unkind look, which made the person he was talking to very nervous.

"What are you doing!"

After grunting in dissatisfaction, Tarta waved his hand and said loudly: "I'm not interested anymore. I want to go home. I'm a little tired and don't want to drive by myself. Find someone to take me home."

"Okay, Your Highness, it's our pleasure."

At this moment, many people suddenly entered the terminal. After seeing a man in a suit surrounded by the crowd from the corner of his eye, Tarta suddenly waved his hand impatiently and said loudly: "Forget it. Well, I’d better drive by myself and let’s go.”

Tarta's pace was very slow, but he looked very angry. He passed by a group of new people. After waiting to leave the terminal, he stopped, yawned, took out his mobile phone, and dialed After making a phone call, he whispered: "I saw Saif, Saif himself. I can be sure that the target will be sent here."

"Come back, you're sure."

Tarta walked slowly and gradually quickened his pace. It was not until he returned to the car that he realized that everyone was there except No. 13.

Tarta reached out and took off his beard and whispered: "You guys have been back long ago?"

Roztosky smiled and said: "Twenty minutes ago, a plane of unknown origin would land and park at Gate 1 of the Royal Terminal. The notice came from the Shah Intelligence Agency that the ground staff had begun preparations, so I Just came back.”

Tarta shrugged and said: "It seems that my news is quite slow, what about you?"

Grevatov said expressionlessly: "Twenty minutes ago, the departure time of two flights was postponed for fifteen minutes without explanation, so I came back."

Tarta smiled and whispered: "At least I met Saif himself, so the information must be based on what I provided. So what about No. 13? Does anyone know where he is?"

Roztowski pointed to the tallest building at the airport and said with a smile: "He sneaked into the tower."

Tarta looked out and said to himself: "Sneaking into the tower, okay, this guy is quite powerful."

At this time, Yarebin knocked on Tarta's car window outside the car. After Roztovsky opened the door, Yarebin smiled and said: "Now find a suitable place and prepare to do it." (Unfinished) to be continued.)