Chapter 1087 Boarding

"Are you still a human? You are simply not a human. How could you do this!"

"Stop reading it, stop reading it, junior brother, please stop reading it."

In the departure hall of the Chicago International Airport, Fingel was sitting on a chair with a painful look on his face, covering his head and bending over to try to avoid the indignation of Lu Mingfei next to him. He was probably because of that trouble on the subway, which made Lu Mingfei feel that He was being tricked like a monkey, which made him feel very angry, especially Angry.

"They have guns, they have guns! You don't want to help, just have fun! Is this something that friends can do!"

"Don't I believe you?"

"But I believe it cannot be based on the game of money and interests!"

"Isn't it enough for me and me to give you a try? Why haven't I seen you have such a big disagreement before?"

"I just said, if you told me in advance that you were going to open the market, I wouldn't have such a big objection. You have to ask my opinion on this kind of thing. Maybe I'm also going to place a bet?"

"Damn it, you want to buy one side and eat both sides, right?"

".Are you still a human? You look at me like this, you are simply not a human. How could you do it?"

"Stop reading it, stop reading it."

Lin Nian and his group were waiting for their flight. Sitting inside the terminal, they could see the vast apron outside the window. The huge passenger plane was slowly gliding past, the cargo tractor was passing under the parked plane, and the strong wind was blowing in the air. The rear suspension covered by the camouflage-colored windproof cloth made a hunting sound, and the surface of the windproof cloth trembled like ripples on a lake.

The wind in Chicago is very strong today. As a windy city, its historical winds seem to come from all directions. Some of them stop here temporarily while others pass by in a hurry, bringing with them the roar of the wind. There are hidden things hidden in the wind. There are messages from all over the world, but it is a pity that not many people can understand them and retain them.

"The Chicago weather forecast issued a level 6 wind warning three minutes ago, and the maximum wind force may reach level 7 within an hour." Lancelot moved his eyes from the screen of his mobile phone and read out the information he had just received.

"I hope it won't affect the normal takeoff. If the wind is too strong, will the flight be delayed?" Veleva looked at the wide tarmac outside the window. Countless grass roots were crawling in one direction on the green lawn, and a few grass seeds were picked up from the soil. It was dug out and rotated in the direction of the wind, disappearing into the white sky.

"It should not affect takeoff. The wind direction should be tailwind, and the aircraft we are flying is a Boeing series large aircraft. As long as the wind does not exceed level 7, it can take off smoothly. The wind warning is only in Chicago. Compared with takeoff Landing is affected by wind to varying degrees." Chu Zihang checked their flight information.

"It mainly depends on the pilot's skills. If it's the pilot of the principal's Sleipnir, I'm afraid he can perform a tactical jump for you in a headwind of level 8 wind." Fingel finally spent ten dollars. Lu Mingfei, who had been chanting sutras to him, answered casually.

"The Gulfstream is just a passenger plane after all, and it can't do that kind of tactical maneuvers." Susie said, "The wind warning was issued three minutes ago. The wind outside is only about level 5 now, so it shouldn't affect normal takeoff."

"Oh, something seems to have happened." Before Susie could finish her words, Fingel, who was on the side of the tarmac, looked downstairs in the distance outside the glass. Where his sight landed, a cargo tractor seemed to be The turn was too sharp and the wind was too strong. It turned over and a large pile of suitcases fell to the ground. Several staff members, who were holding their hats tightly, struggled to lift the camouflage cloth to cover the goods on the ground, their faces were red and their necks were thick. He yelled at other companions for help.

"I hope these suitcases don't belong to us." Fingel clicked his tongue, "Oh, by the way, junior brother, where is that evil thing now?"

"What evil? Oh, are you talking about the sword box? I had already completed the handover when we entered the airport. He should have flown to China ahead of us by now." Lin Nian glanced at the tarmac and looked at those who were so busy. Black Spot continued to rescue cargo tractors and scattered suitcases. This group of airport staff didn't know if they were mentally ill or something, but they insisted on covering the suitcases with camouflage cloth. They were a bit like children in the countryside chasing rabbits with nets, clumsy and ignorant.

"How many hours does it take to fly from Chicago to Bei'an?" Veleva looked at Lin Nian and asked.

"Thirteen hours." Lin Nian said. "If you haven't had enough rest, you can take a nap. The plane should land on time around 10:30 Bei'an time."

"Would you like this?" Veleva took out two white silk fabrics wrapped in transparent thin plastic bags from the side of the suitcase at her feet and handed them over.

"What is it?" Lin Nian took it and looked at the front and back.

"The steam eye mask is specially used for long-distance flights. It has a heating effect on the eyes and helps relieve eye fatigue." Veleva raised her head and looked at Su Xiaoqiang, who was still a little sleepy next to Lin Nian. "Your girlfriend should use it. On."

"Thank you." Lin Nian hesitated for a moment but accepted it.

"Uh-huh, junior sister, where's mine?" Fingel poked his head over in a timid manner.

"No, I just brought three." Veleva spread her hands.

Fingel had a bit of a toothache, but he couldn't say anything, so he shrank back dejectedly.

It was close to eight o'clock Chicago time, and the number of people in the terminal had begun to increase. Although the passengers in the terminal were generally very public-minded and not noisy, the smell of busyness was already strong. After all, Chicago International Airport is the fourth largest international aviation hub in the United States and the busiest airport in the world.

"I'm going to use the bathroom." Lu Mingfei sat for a while, as if he had drunk too much Coke. He looked around and started looking for the bathroom sign. Finally he saw the bathroom sign. As soon as he stood up, Lin Nian stopped him. ,"ten minutes."

"Isn't it, brother, does this also require a set time?" Lu Mingfei suddenly felt like he was back in high school. The strict class teacher had to strictly time the time to go to the toilet, and he had to check the clock even if he had diarrhea.

He was just about to complain when he turned around and noticed that everyone else was looking at him strangely, as if he was committing some obvious stupidity.

"If you don't come back in ten minutes, we will call you." Lin Nian said. "If the call cannot be answered, I will look for you."

Lu Mingfei looked stern, then he put his buttocks down and looked around, "No, what's going on with you helping me set up a flag? You said it as if I'd be in trouble as soon as I got there. Now, we’re not making a horror movie.”

"Thank you for the invitation. I'm at the airport. There was a madman who insisted on saying that the plane exploded and was dragged out by security. Hahaha, it's so funny. Get ready to board the plane!" Xia Mi immediately picked up the joke.

"Don't say such unlucky words!"

"Have you not noticed your surroundings?" Veleva decided to stand up and clarify the situation, "I thought you should be the first to understand the situation."

There was a constant flow of people in the waiting hall, and there were few empty seats. People from various countries were quietly waiting for their flights, handing over work on their mobile phones, typing on their notebooks, and quickly making all preparations before boarding the plane in an orderly manner. It's orderly and doesn't look like anything out of the ordinary.

But Lu Mingfei still realized something from Wei Lewa's words. He cautiously raised his head and glanced around again. His whole body was shaken and sweat poured down his face.

"Understood?" Wei Lewa was a little helpless and looked at Lin Nian. She didn't know how much Lin Nian usually worried about leading Mingfei.

"I understand, I understand." Lu Mingfei wiped his sweat, "It almost made me pee."

Lu Mingfei was not stupid. Wei Lewa casually nodded to him, and he took a look at the bustling waiting hall from a new angle. Then he was shocked.

"Is there an ambush?" he asked in a low voice. He felt a little disillusioned and wanted to put a few drops of eye drops on him to see if he had seen it wrong. But after he scanned the circle roughly, he actually saw ten people in the terminal. Dozens and dozens of passengers suspected of being of mixed race!

Their appearance and what they were doing were no different from ordinary passengers. This also led to the fact that Lu Mingfei was not aware of this abnormality at all, and he did not speak out every day as he said during the hearing. When he opens his ling ling in a place with a lot of people like an airport, his whole field of vision will be polluted by data, which will make his head hurt.

"There's no ambush." ​​Chu Zihang said, calming down Lu Mingfei's nervousness.

"They are all our colleagues." Lin Nian nodded slightly, "Have you heard of the name 'Fidelis von Henkel', a native mixed-race family in Chicago?"

"No." Lu Mingfei shook his head honestly.

"Have you never heard of a name that can shock the mixed-race world? He is a legend. When European mixed-race families immigrated to the United States, there were many heroic legends. He was the most typical of that era. With hunting The Deadpool Group and the pure-blood dragon clan are famous, and many vampire novels of that era were directly or indirectly based on him." Veleva is well-informed, because of her identity for a period of time, there are many people in the mixed-race world. She remembers every name, famous or secretly famous.

"Not everyone in the mixed-race world is aligned with the secret party. The mixed-race family in Chicago is an example. Many mixed-races are organized into interest groups in the form of traditional families, and they are clustered into a whole with the largest family as the core. They have always been entrenched. Take charge of everything underground in the sin city of Chicago and open some legal and illegal businesses. Unlike the Secret Party, the purpose of these mixed-blood families is not to kill all dragons. They only care about profits. If it is profitable, they will even I don’t mind negotiating a few Win Win deals with sensible fourth- or fifth-generation species.”

"These people are also planning to go to China to slay the dragon?"

"The secret of the Dragon King's awakening has been revealed to the public, and the secret party is no longer facing a situation like before where they could control first-hand information and complete their mission secretly. This is a chaotic hunt, like a medieval knight hunting competition. , the knights in armor chased the forest pig tied with a red ribbon deep into the dense forest. The knight who snatched the red ribbon would receive gold and a title from the lord." Lin Nian glanced at Lu Mingfei, "I have already I said, be more careful on this trip, it will be very dangerous.”

Although Lin Nian did not talk about the knight hunting competition in detail, Lu Mingfei also knew that once deep into the dense forest, everything was unknown. No one cared about the blood on the red silk ribbon held by the person who finally received the reward. Linzhu's or something else.

"Will something happen?" Lu Mingfei sipped his saliva silently.

"I don't know." Lin Nian answered his concerns truthfully, "But there shouldn't be any conflict immediately. At least for now, there is no absolute conflict of interest between the secret party and these mixed-race families. .Not before actually finding the Dragon's Nest. These people will basically give Henkel a face, after all, Henkel and the principal are old rivals."

"I don't understand your logic. Since Henkel and our principal are at odds with each other, then if his descendants don't find a chance, they will kill us and make the principal extinct?" Lu Mingfei wondered.

"We feel sorry for each other." Fingel made a "squeaking" sound while sipping his coke. He put his right hand on the seat next to him with a look of surprise on his face, "This kind of fight was fought between life and death decades or a hundred years ago. The old rivals will always have some strange feelings in their old age. Perhaps this is the reason why the secret party and the mixed-race families in Chicago have had constant friction for so long but no huge conflict has ever broken out. Henkel and the principal have always been in communication. We will not He attacks them easily, and they do the same in reverse, and they all give each other face."

"Do you still want to go to the toilet now?" Wei Lewa looked at the stunned Lu Mingfei jokingly.

Lu Mingfei's expression was a little exciting, but he faded after a moment, "I'd better go to the plane to solve it."

Lin Nian shook his head and looked out the window at the tarmac. He saw that the overturned cargo tractor was still there, overturned alone at the corner. However, the cargo and luggage on the ground had disappeared, leaving only a piece of camouflage windproof cloth. It was hung on the tractor and was blown violently by the strong wind.

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"What's wrong?" Chu Zihang noticed Lin Nian's gaze.

"It's nothing." Lin Nian withdrew his gaze and glanced at the calm terminal. "You should be more careful on the plane."

"Yeah." Chu Zihang nodded.

Su Xiaoqiang, who had been leaning on Lin Nian's shoulder and had been drowsy, suddenly opened her eyes. She frowned, pressed her temples, and looked in one direction for no reason.

Lin Nian noticed her movements and looked where she was looking. He saw the huge nose of the aircraft slowly turning out of the tarmac outside the window. It was a large Boeing 787, painted in layered blue. Colorful, it was slowly heading towards the boarding corridor in the strong wind to prepare for docking.

The announcement in the airport waiting hall sounded that the ticket check had begun. Many people in the waiting hall stopped what they were doing and looked outside at the new model of passenger aircraft launched by Boeing in recent years, with a different kind of brilliance flashing in their eyes. .

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