No. 13 and Talta are not as simple as bad guys. It should be said that they are inhumane.

If two inhumane mix together, there is no need to expect them to do things like a normal person.

He put the person in the toilet compartment, No. 13 used a very thin fishing line to bring the door bolt from the inside, locked the body in the toilet compartment, and went out alone. Talta carefully glued his beard in front of the mirror, then washed away the very inconspicuous blood stains with water, and left the toilet.

No. 13 was gone. He didn't say hello to Talta at all, and just left on his own. Talta, who had left the toilet, shrugged and began to walk towards the Royal Terminal.

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

After looking at my watch, I still had four and a half hours before the plane landed. It was actually a bit early. If Saif had not greeted the airport in advance, there would be no clue after he went there.

However, no news has been heard back from Glevatov and Rotstosky so far, which means they cannot confirm whether the plane transporting Clooney will land at Daman Airport, so it is better to go there early to take a look, and maybe you can find particularly obvious signs.

Talta left his normal terminal and began to walk towards the Royal Terminal.

The terminal dedicated to the royal family must be much more cautious, and there will naturally be fewer passengers. The possibility of exposure will be much greater in comparison, but Talta doesn't care about these things at all, so he never thought about the possibility of exposure.

Slowly paced, Talta approached the entrance of the Royal Terminal.

Talta has no plan, his plan is to adapt to the situation. It is a bit reckless to do so. However, when he has no time to investigate everything in detail in advance and then make a detailed plan, he can only adapt to the situation.

A guard approached Talta, and Talta stopped, but the guard looked at his badge and asked nothing, turning back.

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

"As usual slackness has not changed, it's too boring."

After muttering a low voice, Talta entered the Royal Terminal.

Shah had 5,000 princes, of which two thousand were more important. Of these two thousand people, about 500 of them owned private jets, and about 50 of them owned more than one private jet, which was a very large and luxurious one. In theory, 5,000 princes were qualified to use the royal terminal.

Therefore, not only are there many people in the Royal Terminal, but there are also many people, but they are all service staff.

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

It was already past one o'clock in the morning, and the information sign showed that a Gulfstream plane would land at 2 a.m., but other planes would land.

There was nothing to see from the information card, and Talta was not disappointed, which was as expected, so he looked around casually and observed what clothes the staff in the Royal Terminal were wearing.

The security level of the Royal Terminal is definitely high, but there will be no gun-mounted guards walking around inside, which will make it so annoying to see it.

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

After muttering to himself, Talta went into the bathroom, and when he came out again, he removed the badge.

There was a super luxurious reception room in the terminal. Talta walked in and sat on a genuine leather sofa. Then, a very handsome young man immediately walked to him and said with a smile: "Your Highness, can I do something for you?"

No one questioned Talta's identity, because all the royals who could enter the terminal were royals, so after Talta removed his staff's sign, he was automatically regarded as a VIP who needed respect.

Talta said in extremely fluent Arabic without any accent: "Give me a cup of black tea, and if my entourage comes to me, bring them here."

"Okay, please wait."

"Wait, there is one thing, I didn't see my brother's flight information, a Boeing 787, his plane should be about to land, but I didn't see it, so I'll ask for it."

"Go and ask immediately, Your Highness, do you know the number of the plane?"

"How could I remember that kind of thing?"

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

Talta waited for less than two minutes, and four desserts and Arabic black tea were placed in front of him, and then a middle-aged man said with a smile: "Your Highness, no Boeing 787 will land here tonight. Can you provide the aircraft number? In this way, I can help you find more accurate information."

Talta said impatiently: "I don't know what airplane number, I only know that my brother is back from Europe tonight, and I can't wait to let him see my new camel. I'm here late at night. Do you want me to come back? So figure out what time he will land and tell me."

"Do you know which airport the plane took off from? This makes it easier for us to query."

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

"Okay, your highness, please wait, I'll go check it right away."

Talta took two sips of black tea, but then put the teacup down and pushed it aside. Then he said to the young man who was still standing beside him: "I'm sleepy, I'm going to sleep for a while. Maybe my entourage doesn't know that I'm here, but if someone comes, bring him to see me."

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

"No, let's just be here."

Talta took off his leather slippers, lay on the long sofa, closed his eyes, and shouted: "Tell me when the plane is coming."

Then Talta fell asleep, he really started to fall asleep, and he really fell asleep.

The manager came again, but looking at Tarta who was sleeping on the sofa, he didn't dare to disturb him at all. The young man who served Tarta said, "Have you found it?"

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

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

"Let him sleep and don't disturb me. I'll check it out again. I can only know when the plane lands. This kind of thing happens often and I will wait for news."

Talta slept until five in the morning, because by time the plane transported Clooney arrived around half past five.
Chapter completed!