"Ladies and gentlemen, good afternoon! I am Simon, the captain of this flight. In ten minutes, our JB-115 flight will enter the central area of the Arabian Peninsula. At that time, accompanied by the afterglow of the west
, you can enjoy the magnificent and gorgeous desert scenery outside the cabin. It is particularly worth noting that the location we are currently in is exactly the area where the Tower of Babel in the Bible is located. I hope that after a while, a lucky lady or gentleman will be able to travel from three
Its ruins were discovered at an altitude of 10,000 feet. Haha, I wish you all a happy journey. Thank you..."
As the captain's announcement ended, calm returned to the first-class cabin again.
"Tower of Babel, haha, what a good gimmick. But this Uncle Simon seems to be a bit too talkative. I don't know whether his main job is a tour guide or a driver..." In the last row on the left side of the first-class cabin, a man
The flat-haired man wearing sunglasses casually held a magazine in his hand, looked at the microphone above his head, and murmured.
"Mr. Morrie, your whiskey." Just when the man shrugged and looked away, ready to continue relying on the magazine in his hand to pass the long journey, the flight attendant with long hair came to the man's side holding a glass of amber wine.
In the cup, the huge round ice cubes are crystal clear and make a pleasant tinkling sound when they slightly collide with the wall of the glass.
Then, under the playful gaze of the crew-cut man, the stewardess slowly knelt down and handed the wine glass to his hand with a coquettish smile. And the stewardess’ round pair of waves, intentionally or unintentionally, rested on the armrest beside the crew-cut man.
It almost touched the man's arm.
"I remember I didn't call for drink service." Even so, the crew-cut man still picked up the wine glass and took a sip.
Immediately, the cold and flaming wine slid over both sides of the tongue, down the throat and into the deep stomach. Then, a vigorous burning heat ignited in the man's heart.
"A very good whiskey, without any water added to it. Well, it must have been stored in old oak barrels for more than twenty years in a cold wine cellar in the Scottish Highlands. It is indeed the top-class service of Air Arabia!"
"The flat-headed man was like a seasoned drinker, carefully savoring the taste on his tongue and in his body, raising his eyebrows in admiration. However, his eyes were always calm and oppressive.
"It is also an honor for our company and this flight to be praised by Mr. Mori." The stewardess smiled softly, with thin and curved black eyebrows like two crescent moons, paired with a pair of sapphire blue eyes.
Time sucks away the magic.
"But, how do you know my name?" The crew-cut man held the wine glass in one hand, and moved his other hand to the side intentionally or unintentionally, and immediately fell into a soft feeling.
However, the stewardess did not show any resistance to this almost flirtatious or obscene gesture. Instead, she took the initiative to move her toned and convex body forward, with smiles in her eyes.
"For every distinguished passenger, we will naturally read his registration plate and identity information carefully to provide better services and relieve the fatigue of the journey." At this point, the stewardess suddenly glanced down.
, and just ten inches below his chin is a zipper that fits perfectly.
"Can I ask your name, Miss?" The crew-cut man chuckled and retracted his arm, which had taken advantage of him.
"Elena, does that sound good?" the stewardess replied with a smile.
"It sounds very nice. However, this doesn't sound like the name of a Mossad, right?" The flat-headed man drank the remaining whiskey in the glass in one go. He said casually and handed back the empty wine glass with only ice cubes left on it.
A stewardess.
"Haha, I just like it. But having said that, the name 'Morrie' doesn't seem to fit well with your status and rank in the Far Eastern Army, sir. After all, no one among your colleagues dares to use such a pure Western name.
It's the code name of the method." Unexpectedly, the other party revealed her cards so quickly. The stewardess was slightly startled, then naturally took the empty cup and said again.
"I'm just an engineer. Other than that, it's just a ridiculous status. However, now that I have retired, the name Morrie will be suitable for me in the future." The crew-cut man shrugged again and said calmly.
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"We still can't believe that your superiors can actually agree to your retirement, and even let you go abroad with such confidence?" At this point, the stewardess's blue eyes showed a serious and doubtful look for the first time.
"Is this why I arranged for you to come to contact me?" the crew-cut man put down the magazine, gently lifted the stewardess's delicate chin with his hand, and asked.
"That's not entirely true. After all, in many past cooperations, our country's scientists have greatly admired your technology and ideas. Since you have now left your original position, as an 'old friend' we naturally have to express our concern.
"The stewardess said, wrinkled her white nose, followed the frivolous movements of the crew-cut man, and smiled charmingly. For a moment, even the boundless orange sunset outside the porthole retreated in front of this smile.
"Actually, it's nothing." The flat-headed man squinted his eyes slightly, then leaned forward and kissed the beauty's lips gently, then sat up straight again: "It's just because I still have some use value.
And there will be some projects in the future that require my continued cooperation. In addition, I guess my 'partners' and 'leaders' would also like me to get out of here as soon as possible."
"It can be said that the greatest pain is for a genius to be with a mediocre person." After the stewardess was sneak-attacked by the crew-cut man, two eye-catching blushes immediately rose on her cheeks. However, looking at her expression, she did not seem to blame the other party for her helplessness.
The polite behavior is actually complaining that men are so quick to show off and don't understand the style.
"Then where do you plan to go next, sir?" At this time, the stewardess finally asked the question she had been preparing for a long time.
"There are no concrete plans yet." The flat-headed man sighed softly for the first time and raised his eyebrows: "There is no need to think about the West, this is an agreement. I will find a place to settle in the Arabian Peninsula for the time being. What is the next step?
Maybe I’ll go to South Africa to see penguins.”
"Penguins in South Africa, haha, it is really an interesting plan. If possible, can you take me with you?" The stewardess looked happy and asked immediately.
"Of course there is no problem with this. But does Mossad have that many holidays?" the crew-cut man said with a low smile.
"As long as I am accompanying you, sir, I think the headquarters will give you a fake one." After saying that, the stewardess smiled sweetly again.
"So it seems that your Mossad wants to recruit me?" the crew-cut man asked helplessly.
"Our Mossad can't invite you. If we can, I would like to extend a formal invitation to you on behalf of our country and welcome you to give lectures in our country. The University of Jerusalem has even made preparations and hopes that you can become its visiting professor."
"
"What if I say no?" The flat-headed man asked immediately without thinking.
"Then, I will at least prevent you from going to our enemy country. After all, with your help, it is difficult for us to imagine how horribly the enemy's military-industrial system will grow. This is something our country cannot accept in any case."
The stewardess was still smiling as she spoke, but for the first time there was a cold look in her eyes.
"Haha, I don't know why, I feel proud to receive Mossad's warning notice." The flat-headed man looked directly into the stewardess's eyes and said without giving up: "After all, you can let Mossad's trump card"
It is a kind of happiness for Elena to come to surrender in person."
"Oh? Mr. Morrie recognizes me?" The stewardess showed a vigilant look for the first time, and her lowered left hand moved slightly to the side, as if her fingers were resting on a certain position of the sock card under her skirt.
"In the past two years, three high-energy physicists in the Persian Empire have died unexpectedly. It should all be your work, Miss Elena. Do you know what my friends in the Far East call you?"
"What?"
"heavy water!"
"Heavy water?" the stewardess frowned.
"Yes. Because of you, the Persian Empire's long-awaited He reaction had to slow down. It was like a red-hot He fuel rod that was ruthlessly thrown into a heavy pool and then cooled down silently.
." The flat-headed man smiled lightly and said: "Although my partner and I have serious differences in many aspects, I quite agree on this point."
"Thank you for this title from the Far East. Chongshui... Haha, next time I can use this name to write to my 'clients'." After a moment of confusion, the stewardess smiled and accepted the nickname: "However, Mr.
What do you think of the proposal I just made?"
"Well, let me think about it. At least I still have time before the plane lands, right?" The crew-cut man withdrew his gaze.
"No one can force your will, sir. Let me pour you another glass of wine. How about brandy this time? I just saw a bottle of fine stuff in the refrigerator."
"What a great idea. Thank you very much. If you can, I'd like a big drink."
"no problem."
After saying that, the stewardess smiled charmingly, stood up, and returned to the workroom, leaving the crew-cut man smiling bitterly alone.
Unfortunately, the crew-cut man failed to drink that large glass of brandy in the end.
Because just when the stewardess was mixing drinks for him in the workroom, suddenly, an extremely tall illusory tower suddenly appeared outside the window of the plane.
It was a huge tower that connected the sky and the earth, built entirely from golden boulders. Circle after circle of spirals led from the invisible ground to the equally invisible sky. The tower was so thick that it even covered the entire sky.
All the light was blocked.
"Ladies and gentlemen, if my eyes are not wrong, the legendary Tower of Babel has really appeared in front of you. Lord..." At this time, the chatty captain's words came again from the cabin broadcast.
But this time no one laughed at him anymore, because everyone in the cabin was stunned by the scene in front of them and could not move. Even the occasional scream or two seemed so abrupt and unnatural.
The next moment, everyone in the plane felt a sudden flash of light in front of them and lost consciousness.
The flat-headed man, with his tenacious iron will, struggled until the last moment, and what he saw was the huge tower that reached the sky suddenly burst open.
Then, among countless flying fragments, either illusory or real, a brilliant golden light suddenly hit the man's chest.
