At the Chicago Airport, Lin Nian stood under the giant black monster and looked up at the majestic figure. Mandy and Isshin Miyamoto, who were also carrying suitcases, were a little stunned because they recognized this giant monster.
Gulfstream G550, the leader among private jets. If the regular version is the world's top long-range business jet, then what they are facing now must be a limited edition monster that is unique in the world, because this Gulfstream jet is a modified version of the equipment department.
This is the principal's special plane. The two larger turbines and various modified accessories that even an expert can't understand make this pure black private jet stand out.
"'Sleibnir', the principal is willing to lend us his special plane for transportation. Maybe only the 'S' class in the academy has this honor?" Miyamoto took off his sunglasses and glanced at Lin beside him.
Year.
"The principal still has a private plane? Are all educators today so rich?" Lin Nian looked at the lowered boarding stairs with emotion.
"It is not the principal who is rich, but the school board who is rich. The principal's annual expenses will be reported directly to the school board. As the leader of Cassel College, the school board has the obligation to bear all his expenses." Miyamoto said.
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"Eating public pay!" Lin Nian understood.
"I remember that the last flight of this plane was from Chicago to Melbourne, and then the principal posted a photo of him in Attia restaurant on the night watch forum. The chef there worked hard to put together a cold dish to resemble the principal's side.
Face, the caption of the principal's picture jokingly called the dish 'gentian'." Mandy swiped her phone and found a post in the forum. The poster's ID was 'Cambridge Folding Knife', followed by
With over 5,000 comments, it is one of the few big posts in the forum.
"Won't the principal be fired by the school board of directors for playing so coolly?" Lin Nian glanced at the photos on his phone and felt that the chef's skill was on par with the chef in his hometown who used radish to carve sleeping Buddhas.
"It's an honest consumption, and it's not hidden. It's not obvious that the principal is deducting our food expenses when he is so playful. Every year's bill clearly lists everything he does. The school director
Do you dare not pay the bill?" Mandy said.
"Unless they can find a second Hilbert Jean Angers to take charge of the overall situation." Isshin Miyamoto said: "But it is a pity that they have not been able to find one in recent years, so we can look forward to this year's Night Watch Forum.
The principal’s bills were posted there, and someone made a bet on whether the principal’s spending on entertainment and entertainment throughout the year could exceed one million U.S. dollars.”
"I won't ask who opened the order." Lin Nian sighed and walked towards the boarding stairs, where stood a female commissioner wearing black clothes with the logo of the Executive Department.
When Lin Nian approached, the female commissioner looked him up and down and took out a pad: "Japanese Commissioner?"
"There may be some misunderstanding in the Information Department. Hard is just the pseudonym I used on my last mission. You can call me Lin Nian." Lin Nian took the pad. He had discovered it as early as this morning when he received Norma's text message.
This mistake.
"If you have any objections, you can report them to the Ministry of Information. We will only follow the instructions to contact you." The female commissioner nodded and looked at Isshin Miyamoto and Mandy behind Lin Nian: "The commissioners who are troublesome for this mission are all on their pads.
Signing here indicates that you agree to the relevant agreement and accept this mission."
"Agreement?" Lin Nian casually signed on the pad.
"According to the agreement on the repatriation of remains, if something happens to the commissioner who is performing a mission in a foreign country, according to the agreement, the execution department is obliged to retrieve the body and return it to the address left by the commissioner in advance for burial." Isshin Miyamoto took the pad and wrote it down.
name.
"Where was the address I filled in first?" Lin Nian didn't remember that he had written these things. When he entered Kassel College, he went through a lot of messy procedures, and even if he did, he couldn't remember them clearly.
"Probably your hometown, which is China." Miyamoto handed the pad to Mandy.
"My body was wrapped in horse leather and my ears were buried. The execution department is quite humane, but if something happens to me, my body doesn't have to be sent back to the motherland. It can just be given to my sister." Lin Nian nodded.
"Junior brother, you look so calm." Mandy was probably the only one who signed the pad fearfully. She had participated in field missions several times, but they were all in minor roles. This time, she was officially wearing the pad.
He became a specialist in the execution department.
"My sister didn't even cry and yell that she didn't want me to leave, so why should I be afraid? If she trusts me, I can trust myself too." Lin Nian took another brown paper bag from the female commissioner and raised his head.
After glancing at the other party, the other party just nodded slightly and said nothing.
Lin Nian took the brown paper bag and got on the plane with the suitcase. Mandy muttered, signed and handed back the pad and followed. Only Miyamoto took one more look at the brown paper bag in Lin Nian's hand.
I didn't know what was going on in my mind, so I boarded the plane at the end of the team without saying a word.
After getting on the plane, the interior of the Gulfstream was wider than expected. Lin Nian had flown twice in his life, once from the coastal city to Kassel College, and now, and the last time he flew with United Airlines
The first-class cabin experience is pretty good, the seats are spacious and the quality of the passengers is quite high. However, compared to the Gulfstream this time, United Airlines’ first-class cabin pales in comparison. Compared to the interior of the aircraft, it is just a small living room with sofas.
The coffee table has everything you need, and the floor is covered with high-end wool mats that won't make any sound when stepped on.
Isshin Miyamoto put his suitcase next to the coffee table and found a seat to sit down. Lin Nian sat on the seat opposite Miyamoto Isshin. As soon as he sat down, he noticed something was wrong because this picture was too comfortable.
There is actually a seat belt on the sofa chair? What interior designer would make such a landscape-shattering design?
Unless it's necessary?
Lin Nian was keenly aware that something was wrong. There was something wrong with this private plane. Out of caution, he honestly fastened his seat belt. Then he looked up and saw that Miyamoto Isshin opposite was also fastening his seat belt. He looked at
He glanced at Lin Nian and then at Mandy, who was humming happily and getting ready to find something to drink in the refrigerator in the corner, and smiled lightly, as if she had foreseen what would happen next.
"Senior sister, I suggest you sit down." Before Lin Nian could finish his words, a strong push on his back suppressed his next words. "Sleipnir" took off, and he understood at this moment.
Why does this plane have such a violent name? Odin's throne is certainly not named for comfort. The eight-legged Pegasus riding on fire has always been named for its lightning-like swiftness and sky-fire-like fury.
The only person standing in the plane, Mandy, who was holding a glass of orange juice, fell directly to the ground. The orange juice flew and poured on Isshin Miyamoto, who was sitting in the seat. At the same time, Lin Nian, who was sitting opposite, could clearly see this rigorous figure.
The Japanese's faces were full of confusion and disbelief. The kendo minister, Rao, could avoid the bamboo sword at a speed of 60 kilometers per hour, but now he couldn't escape being splashed with orange juice on his face. His foresight allowed him to put it on the plane when he got on the plane.
The seat belt is on.
The roaring noise fills the ears. This is not the Gulf Stream. This is simply a supersonic aircraft! This eardrum-ripping sound can directly stimulate the human brain even if it is weakened by the cabin.
Mandy got up from the woolen blanket in a daze, looked at the empty cup in her hand, and then looked at Isshin Miyamoto with an orange face, and her heart skipped a beat.
"I know you didn't mean it." Miyamoto said calmly: "My fault, I didn't warn you in advance that there was a problem with the starting speed of this plane. I had to go to the toilet."
"" Mandy watched with a stiff face as Miyamoto unbuckled his seatbelt and stood up to leave. She sat tremblingly on the sofa next to Lin Nian and began to doubt her life.
Lin Nian didn't know what to say. Maybe as the captain of the team, he should take the initiative to reconcile the relationship between the team members? But he was never the type to do this kind of thing. He could only smile bitterly and turned his attention to the brown paper bag in his hand.
Yes, this information was given to her by the commissioner before boarding the plane. There was no further explanation. It must have been a further detailed explanation of the task.
Opening the brown paper bag around the knot, Lin Nian took out the documents inside, but after just one glance, he immediately stuffed the documents back with a strange expression on his face. He glanced at Mandy aside and found that the other party was still there.
He was so frightened that he didn't notice anything strange on his side.
"I want to go to the toilet too." Lin Nian unbuckled his seat belt and stood up to leave. He walked to another empty toilet cubicle and locked the door.
Sitting on the toilet, he pulled out the documents from the brown paper bag again. The first thing that caught his eye on the white paper was a red watermark that filled the entire field of vision.