The flight finally landed at Charles de Gaulle Airport after flying for nearly eighteen hours.
In the misty winter fog, the base station lighthouse shone dimly, not at night, but on the eve of dawn. Due to jet lag and fatigue from the journey, the passengers who came off the elevator all looked tired, breathing in the cold wind blowing in their faces, and their expressions were confused.
It can't help but be mixed with a little bit of excitement. The air abroad may not be as sweet as at home, but being in a foreign country does give you a sense of curiosity and seeing everything new.
Of course, the Tang Dynasty is not included in this list. The European and American continent is his second home, and he is so familiar with it that he has no feeling at all. Especially the airport. It is no exaggeration to say that he knows the location of all airports, large and small, in the entire European and American continent.
I have been there or transferred to them all. After all, the job of killing people does not distinguish between the off-season and the peak season. This profession is sometimes quite busy.
Including the Charles de Gaulle Airport in front of me, the bright lights flashed across my eyes, and several scenes flashed back in my mind. There were waiting quietly between tasks, there were remote locations to capture the movements of target subjects getting off the plane, there were times when bombs were detonated in chaotic crowds.
evading pursuit, and that cup of slightly bitter coffee in the airport dining area...
To be honest, the Tang Dynasty did not often recall the past, and sometimes even avoided it deliberately. This is not because he thinks the profession of killer is dirty, but he simply does not want these things to affect his current living conditions. But this is how people think,
It's okay if nothing happens, but when it encounters a carrier, it will spread out uncontrollably, and then make more associations. Maybe... this is called touching the scene and triggering emotions?
After a slight pause, Tang Chao gathered his thoughts and carried his suitcase, staggering away from the members of the Lingjiang tour group. The latter was about to leave the airport, and he walked to the waiting room again. Paris, the fashion capital, a tourist and shopping mecca, was not him.
destination.
He didn't stay at the airport for too long. The rising sun in the east had not fully climbed out of the skyline. Tang Chao boarded the plane again. This time the trip was much shorter. He transferred within the country and went from Paris to Marseille, which took more than an hour.
It can be done.
After staying in the airport restroom for a while, Tang Chao became Song Qingming when he came out. He left the airport with his suitcase and walked to the subway station not far away. After taking a few steps, a girl with a braided bracelet walked towards him.
He was about seventeen or eighteen years old. Their eyes met, he raised his head and smiled, and put the bracelet on Tang Chao's wrist.
"Welcome to Marseille, sir, this is a lucky bracelet that will bring you good luck."
Tang Chao waved his hand and refused, and continued to move forward as if he hadn't seen her before. When the girl saw this, she stepped forward again, but Tang Chao avoided her again, so she stopped insisting and walked away regretfully. Scenes like this were often staged in every corner of the square in front of the airport.
The target audience is basically foreign tourists like the Tang Dynasty, who are either weaving bracelets or crafting garlands. If you don't accept it, it will be fine, but if you do, it will be a little troublesome.
Routines like this are quite common in several European countries, especially in places such as train stations and airports where tourists gather. Those gadgets are not actually free. Of course, they will give them to you for free first, and then wait until the bracelet is put on your hand and the garland is worn on your head.
After that, they will turn to a donation box and ask you to donate in the name of various religions or protective associations. The amount is naturally far more than the value of those gadgets.
It's useless to call the police. Showing love cannot be considered extortion. Moreover, you have collected other people's things first and refused to give money out of shame. As a result, the unsuspecting tourists suffered a dumb loss.
Of course, this trick is ineffective against the Tang Dynasty. Saints will not fall for the same trick twice... Well, the Tang Dynasty who just arrived in the previous life also fell into a similar trick. He pinched his nose and gave it to someone who didn't know whether it existed.
The church made a donation.
There is no need to mention the future and the past. As soon as he walked into the subway station, Tang Chao couldn't help but frowned, but then he suddenly relaxed and shook his head.
Every country has its own unique mark, and every city also has its own unique taste. The biggest mark of France in the world is undoubtedly romance. This is a well-known thing, but looking at the word romance from another angle, it means
Casual and casual. In the eyes of the Tang Dynasty, the French were too romantic and informal, to the point where it was unbearable for ordinary people... Take the subway station in front of you as an example.
In fact, as long as it is an open-air station in Marseille, there will always be a light or strong smell of urine, including the main train station in Marseille.
In addition, not all urban areas are like this, but in the traditional old town of Marseille, it is not surprising that piles of garbage are randomly discarded in the streets and alleys. Of course, there is one thing to say, after changing to a scenic area, it will be a
A brand new world, clean streets, beautiful coastlines, etc., with almost no traces of garbage. It is really strange to have such a huge contrast.
After taking the subway to a deserted neighborhood in Marseille, and walking along the route in his memory for a few minutes, Tang Chao looked at the dilapidated grocery store in front of him with a slightly stunned expression. When he came to his senses, he couldn't help but raise his hand to his forehead, thinking it was natural.
, of course... this place was originally supposed to be a second-hand car shop, with both black and white cars, but that was two years later...
Realizing what the problem was, Tang Chao shook his head and simply walked into the grocery store to buy a bottle of mineral water. The middle-aged boss, who smelled of alcohol early in the morning, was enthusiastic and kind-hearted. He pointed out the moss in the mineral water bottle to Tang Chao.
It was quickly replaced in the end... Tang Chao originally wanted to have breakfast here, but after getting the mineral water that was confirmed to be fine, he simply turned around and left.
Standing on the deserted street, he checked the direction from left to right, and walked forward again with his suitcase. His back looked a little downcast. It was a bad start, but this was naturally not something that could trouble Tang Chao. In fact, it was only half an hour later.
, Tang Chao successfully borrowed a means of transportation, a seemingly ownerless Renault car parked on the street.
After driving to the nearest gas station and filling up the tank, Tang Chao drove along the coastal road and drove straight away from Marseille.
This was a somewhat long and boring journey. He drove through several small towns along the way. It was not until close to noon that Tang Chao stopped in a small town and bought some hamburgers to quickly solve the problem of lunch. He drove again.
OK, around two o'clock in the afternoon, when seabirds appeared in the sky in the distance, we slowly slowed down.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! It was a port. I won’t say its specific name. The Tang Dynasty didn’t know it and had no intention of asking. There were many small ports like this in France, and some of them evolved.
It has become a famous tourist attraction. However, this inaccessible and unknown small port in front of you is obviously not one of them.
After getting off the car, he dragged out his suitcase from the trunk and took out his laptop. After doing some research, Tang Chao breathed a sigh of relief, "I'm not late..." At this time, it was no more than eight hours before he got off the plane, but here he was.
It was hundreds of kilometers away from Charles de Gaulle Airport. There was no need to rush in such a hurry, but the incident happened and he had to come over temporarily. Fortunately, it was all worth it, and he did not miss this opportunity.
Putting away his laptop, Tang Chao jumped on the hood of the car and looked far into the distance, observing the surrounding terrain. He quickly selected a high slope in the wilderness. The straight-line distance from there to the port was about three hundred yards. Standing on it, he could see the situation inside the dock.
Be clear as day.
Of course, this was only possible with the aid of a telescope. In fact, a quarter of an hour later, Tang Chao lay down in the grass on the high slope with a telescope, took a cursory look at the situation of the boats parked at the pier, then turned around and slowly
Slowly close your eyes, as if to rest your mind or take a nap.
About another hour passed like this. As the loud whistle resounded through the blue sky around him, Tang Chao opened his eyes in time, turned around and picked up the telescope. In the distance, a large ship with a steel body as big as a Mac could be seen.
The ferry jumps out of the sea, and you can faintly see the English letter logo representing a certain European shipping company on the outside of the hull, as well as the sailors and crew members walking around in the guardrail of the ship above.
Taking out his cell phone and checking the time, Tang Chao couldn't help but pursed his lips and whistled, with a relaxed look on his face: "Oh, quite on time."
There is no need to mention the lively scene of the ship docking at the pier. After the passengers on the ship came down one after another, the large hatch door of the ship's bow was opened. Under the command and dispatch of the sailors, heavy trucks rumbled past the steel ramp and landed on the shore.
Customs officers were already waiting there for inspection.
Sean is one of the truck drivers. He has been running this route all year round and he is obviously acquainted with the customs officials. Seeing the latter taking the trouble to check each cargo manifest procedure, he couldn't help but complain a few words, such as it was a waste of time and he had to rush back.
Dinner with family in town or something like that.
The official was easy to talk to, "This is an essential procedure, Sean, you should understand our work, just like we understand you...Okay, the inspection is completed, no problem, I wish you a safe journey!"
Sean rolled his eyes speechlessly and raised his chin proudly: "Of course, don't forget that I am an experienced driver with thirty years of driving experience. I can drive back to the city on this road with my eyes closed!"
"I believe the last sentence, but Sean... you are only thirty-five years old this year."
"I told you, but you actually forgot about my father's profession. He is also a truck driver. I have been sitting on the steering wheel since I was five years old."
"Haha... Okay, my bad, I'm sorry Sean, say hello to your father for me."
"I will, bye."
Sean, who was in a hurry to make a errand and rush home for a reunion, didn't mean to talk nonsense. After handing over all the procedures, he hurriedly jumped into the cab, started the truck and slowly drove away from the port. Then he gradually accelerated. When the port terminal was no longer visible in the rearview mirror, the tires started to spin.
The speed obviously exceeded the limit of safe driving.
But as Sean said before, he was too familiar with this road and there would be no problems - until a warning horn suddenly sounded. He turned his head in surprise, and in his commanding view, he didn't know when a police car appeared.
While driving side by side in the next lane, a hand came out of the police car and waved at him.
"Shit...it's over!"
Subconsciously slowing down and braking, Sean couldn't help but look frustrated. The punishment was not important. What was important was that he already vaguely felt that he would miss the opportunity to have dinner with his family. It was an unlucky day.