Vodka lowered his head and looked at the phone screen.
The next moment, a hellish scene of fire came into view - this was a photo taken in the terminal. Looking out of the floor-to-ceiling windows, the outside was full of vehicle debris, and even the wreckage of an airplane, and the flames were blazing.
Vodka: "???"
Plane wreckage = air crash = no survivors, so...
Uzo is dead?!
This thought flashed through his mind, and Vodka stayed where he was, holding his phone.
Originally, after seeing the news that "'unlucky passers-by' had been smashed one after another in the past few days" and last night that "someone fainted on the street outside a theater in London", he thought that there was no hope for that guy in Ireland.
Who knew that now, the turning point would come so suddenly.
Just like a desperate coach who suddenly saw his team that was lagging behind score ten goals in a row and take the lead in a thrilling way, Vodka had a dream-like experience.
He waited for a long time before recovering from this dreamlike scene, and excitedly punched the air several times - if it weren't for the dead of night here, shouting could easily attract others' attention, he would have wanted to look up to the sky and cheer, and share it with the world
own joy.
At this time, Gin's voice suddenly sounded from behind: "What's the matter? So happy."
"!" Vodka was startled and returned to his original position, "Brother, brother! Have you finished your business?"
Gin glanced at the screen of Vodka's phone. He originally thought it was some idol announcing that he would change his career to work in the industry. Unexpectedly, when he took a closer look, the photo on the phone actually showed a scene like a disaster movie.
Gin stared for a moment and immediately realized that the reason why Vodka was happy might be different from what he imagined.
He took Vodka's cell phone and looked down at it.
Vodka remembered how excited he was just now, broke into a cold sweat, and quickly corrected his attitude: "God is jealous of talents, good fortune and misfortune are unpredictable - why did this happen? Uzo is still so young, but God is so cruel to him
"If we lose a still-growing general, our assassination efficiency will drop again in the future."
Gin Jiu scratched the news with his finger and sneered sinisterly: "You'd better take a class to improve your acting skills, otherwise don't perform such a poor performance in front of me." It's really eye-catching.
"..." Vodka calmed down his expression and lowered his head to listen to the instruction.
Gin looked at it for a while and threw the phone back to him: "Go check the latest news. I remember there are some of our people near the airport. Let them go and be on standby."
Vodka was startled.
Such a major incident that happens in a public place will definitely become explosive news soon. But now, the cadres involved have been blown to pieces, and Uzuo never leaves any evidence when doing things, and there is no need to deal with the aftermath... In short, act as normal
Logically, organization members should hide as far away as possible to avoid being involved and exposed. Why should they let people pass instead?
Vodka wondered what he meant: "Let them go over...to avenge Uzo?"
"Revenge?" Gin glanced at him, "Oh, I'm afraid you will be disappointed, he is still alive."
"!?"
Vodka felt like being hit on the head by a heavy hammer: The plane exploded like that, how is this possible!
He stayed for a moment and looked down at his phone.
The news was still lying quietly on the screen at this time - just now Vodka saw the plane wreckage in the photo because the thought of "hoping Uzo wouldn't come back" was too strong, plus he knew that "Uzo was on the plane."
This news.
When the two were combined, Vodka's mind subconsciously produced the best result for him when he saw the extremely impactful photo, especially the plane wreckage in the photo.
But now...
After carefully capturing the keywords in the news, Vodka discovered that the burning plane was an empty plane that had been parked at the airport for refueling, not the one Uzo was riding.
As for Uzo's plane, although it was thrilling, it is still flying well in the sky.
Vodka: "..." This guy won't die? This guy's life is too tough, right!!
He was eager to know the current status of the plane, so he refreshed the information frantically, almost sparking when he pressed the refresh button.
Gin's gloomy voice floated from the side: "Curse Uzo seems to be more important than your job. His position in your heart is so high. If he survives this time, it seems I should convey it to you.
Your attention to him."
Vodka: "..." Brother, stop! Brother, I was wrong!!
Thinking about that possibility, the vodka soul almost flew away.
Only then did he come back to his senses. Thinking that he had left his eldest brother aside just to make news, he suddenly broke out in a cold sweat.
Vodka: "..." Fortunately, my eldest brother is also familiar with Uzo's tricks to sow discord, so he won't be fooled by it... Having said that, do you want to trick him remotely? Damn Uzo!
Although Vodka was worried about the situation on the plane, he did not dare to indulge in the news anymore.
He immediately wanted to get in the car and be Gin's driver, but he found that Gin had sat in the driver's seat - this way, he wanted Vodka to go to the passenger seat and free up his hands to check the news.
"Even for the organization, bombing the airport is not a small matter. What on earth is that guy Uzo doing? Is Ireland so fun?"
Vodka bent down and got into the car, while muttering in his heart: "Although my eldest brother and I also tried to blow up the Shinkansen, we did it for the mission. This guy Uzo did this just for his own fun.
...I hope the boss will never let him go this time. Punish him! Give me a severe punishment! For example, I will demote Uzo to a place like the Antarctic or the North Pole. In short, he will not be able to return to Tokyo for the rest of his life."
Vodka prayed, unfolded his laptop, and typed away.
Thanks to Brother Gin for his thoughtfulness, it is really necessary to let him sit in the passenger seat so that he can have his hands free to check information. Otherwise, he is really worried that he will be absent-minded and drive the car into a ditch.
Vodka opened several pages and refreshed the news frantically. At the same time, he used the small software he had made before to capture relevant news from all over the Internet: the complaints from the private blogs of airport passengers were captured, and the airport surveillance was also invaded. It would be best to listen to them again.
Listening to the recording from the airplane cockpit...Okay, this last one will take some time, so I'll put it on my schedule first and deal with it later.
A large amount of information flashed across the screen. Vodka's brain, which was not very bright when it came to taking action, was very flexible on the Internet and quickly pieced together complete information.
Next to him, Gin listened to the crackling sound of the keyboard and thought about how to report this sudden accident to the boss.
At this time, he remembered the email he had received before - the one sent by a group from Ireland. The content seemed to be "I will be invited by Uzo to come on this flight for an appointment. Unrelated people should stay away."
