It turned out that the customs passenger had already booked two plane tickets online before he came, and had already taken them out of the ticket machine in advance. The reason why I have to buy two plane tickets in the lobby is purely to confuse the eyes of those who are tracking.

I saw a lot of big black men, or people dressed in black, running towards the ticket gate on the West Coast at the same time. Due to the dense population, of course, these people could not run as fast as they did on the track and field, and they always had to bump into several people. The staff swept it extremely skillfully and let the two in.

On the upper floors, someone pulled out a pistol and shot at the two passers. There were two dull shots, and a staff member was shot in the chest and fell. Several other bullets hit the tempered glass next to it, causing the glass to appear white cracks like spider webs.

A group of men in black appeared next to the man with the gun, and with a few elbow blows, knocked the gunman to the ground. Looking down, the two of them had already entered, and the two or three layers of thick glass security doors were tightly closed layer by layer. One of the personnel in purple overalls collapsed unconscious in front of the heavy door, most likely dead. Her colleague covered her mouth and cried as she said something over the intercom.

Many black people and some people who looked quite strong came to the ticket gate on the West Coast, looking at the backs of the two people behind the layers of glass doors, and scratched their heads in annoyance.

……

In the cabin of the plane, the customs passenger held two ticket stubs in one hand and a suitcase in the other, looking for the rows of seats. As soon as they passed the ticket gate, the customs officer heard the silenced gunshots behind him. He didn't look back, just rushed to the plane with Cher. There were obviously a lot of passengers on this flight, and when the two of them arrived on the plane, they saw that almost every seat was occupied. Of course, people's eyes are glued to the last two.

The customs guest was a little embarrassed, and an embarrassed smile appeared on his face. Xue'er, who followed behind, still looked indifferent, and couldn't see what kind of expression it was.

Although it didn't take too long to find a seat, the customs guests still felt like they were walking on thin ice under the gaze of so many eyes. After a little composure, the customs officer noticed that the bottom of the luggage compartment was marked with a black bold number. The ticket stub says 21, so he's going to walk to the row of seats marked 21.

It's 4 now, and the customs off pick up the pace. He spied on the passengers' thoughts, but found no agents or killers. Guan Ke's heart couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. At least for short flight trips, he can not worry about someone stalking them. Over the next few days, however, the gateway found himself still thinking wrong.

When I came to the 21st row of seats, I saw a girl wearing a short-sleeved yellow shirt, with her thighs crossed and her legs, while her eyes were staring out of the plane window. The girl wore a blue denim miniskirt with snow-white thighs completely exposed to the air. She seemed to be chewing gum in her mouth, and she didn't turn her head when she saw someone coming.

The guest said in broken English, "Hey, ma'am, can you please let us in?"

The girl ignored it and threw it while chewing gum while looking out the window of the plane.

In the clean blue sky outside, there are occasionally a few white clouds like cotton wool rippling leisurely, and it is indeed a very beautiful scenery. But no matter how beautiful the scenery is, it is impossible to attract the girl to not even hear the words of others, unless she is mute.

Thinking of this, the customs guest increased the volume of his voice and said almost with a roar: "Let's go in!"

The girl turned her head in disgust, raised her chin haughtily, and said, "Uneducated hillbilly, don't you know that you can't talk loudly on the plane?"

Guan Ke was angry, but he forced himself to press down. He tried to keep a smile and said, "The seats of our husband and wife are inside, please give up." ”

The girl didn't mean to get out of the way, but Erlang's legs were raised higher. She continued to say defiantly: "You go to your seat, I sit in my seat, it has nothing to do with each other, and it has nothing to do with me!"

A small fire that was forcibly pressed down in Guan Ke's stomach instantly turned into a raging fire, and it rose to a high level. All kinds of difficulties, dangers, bleak future, worries, and encountering such a hedgehog again, Guan Ke's anger will explode in an instant.

Cher patted him on the shoulder and said softly, "Let me come." ”

Guan Ke glared at the girl fiercely, and the girl did not back down and squinted at him in a more arrogant manner. But the girl immediately became less competitive, for she saw Cher, who was extremely gentle and graceful.

"Where is my sister from?" The girl's tone became noticeably more softened, which made Guan Ke wonder if the girl was gay.

"I don't know. If I had to tell me where I came from, I think I was from the desert region of northern Xinjiang. For as long as she can remember, Cher has been in the laboratory, she knows neither her father nor her mother, and all the people she comes into contact with all day are staff in white.

There was an incredible expression on the girl's face, and she had a moment of doubt. For me, the desert of northern Xinjiang is a place that only exists in geography books, but I have never been there in person. The ground is full of sand, and the temperature is extremely high, and there is a lot of sun exposure all year round, and very few plants grow on it, let alone any living things. And how can a girl who is so gentle and elegant, claiming to be from such a place, be believed?

But soon this suspicion was dissolved, because Cher's eyes were still bright and deep, and her facial expression did not change in the slightest. Every word she says seems to be taken for granted, and because it is taken for granted, it is all the more convincing.

Intellectually speaking, what Xue'er said was simply fantastical, and there was definitely a suspicion of bragging, but judging from her tone and demeanor, she was so sincere and not mixed with a trace of lies, so the girl was a little confused.

The customs officer didn't want more people to know about them, so he interjected: "I don't think we need to know each other's information, it's just the same class of passengers." ”

Xue'er frowned, but didn't say anything, and the girl directly wrote her disgust on her face, she held her nostrils to Guan Ke's face, and her eyes squinted at him.

Guan Ke pretended not to see it, and turned his face away.

After a few seconds of cold fighting, the girl took the initiative to ask Xue'er's name: "I don't know what to call my sister?"

"Just call me Cher. ”

The girl moved Erlang's legs to the side, revealing a gap that only allowed one person to pass, and said, "Sister, go over." ”

Cher smiled and said, "I think we're going to switch seats with you." How about you go to the innermost seats, and the two of us sit in the two seats outside?"

The girl frowned, squinted at Guan Ke again, and said with some reluctance: "Okay." ”

After this little episode, the girl sat in the seat of 22A, just leaning against the window on one side, while the two of them sat in seats 22b and 22c.

On the opposite side of the aisle, a lady sits. Although she wore heavy makeup, it still couldn't hide the wrinkles on her forehead. Based on this, it is inferred that she should be facing upwards at the age of thirty. Even though he was already sitting on the plane, the elegant middle-aged woman still did not remove the rather fashionable hat on his head. She was holding a magazine in her hand, the long eyelashes on her eyes were blinking, and she was looking at the magazine intently. Seeing that Guan Ke looked over, the lady raised her head, smiled, and then lowered her head to read the magazine.

The gateway frowned. He had read a few words from the woman's mind. A very famous fashion designer named Ge Meiling, thirty-five years old. It's not top-notch, but it's a top-notch figure in the industry. Every piece of clothing she designs has won more or less awards, and the price is high in the market, and the sales are quite good. She has two homes, one in the United States and one in the North Bay, and is currently planning to purchase a third property.

Not only is she very successful in her career, but she also has an extremely rich emotional history. She was dating three young men at the same time, all of whom were not yet twenty years old, all of whom were toned male models, and they knew each other's existence. Although she has a lot of current boyfriends, her ex-boyfriends are even more. Whoever she catches her eye, there is no one who does not hook up.

The house she is going to buy now is going to live with her new boyfriend. The address has not yet been decided, as the candidate has not yet been decided. But she was now sure that it was the man across the aisle. Although she looks average, her first impression is not bad, so she reluctantly accepts it.

Ge Meiling saw that Guan Ke didn't pay attention to her, and her polite smile stiffened. But she is a person who is used to seeing wind and rain, and this little "accident" is not taken to heart, and she still makes a posture of concentrating on reading, but the corner of her eye always glances at Guan Ke as if she is not there.

"Please fasten your seatbelts. "The horn on the plane repeated the same sentence in five languages, three times in each. The plane began to vibrate, and it was time to take off.

There was no one talking in the economy class, and people listened to the sound of planes taxiing off the runway, silently feeling the vibrations beneath them.

Guan Ke glanced to the right casually, and met Ge Meiling's gaze, so he quickly pretended to close his eyes, but he began to doubt in his heart: "Am I really that handsome?" He wanted to open his backpack and take out the mirror to look at his face to confirm this fact, but after thinking about it, he felt that such behavior seemed to be a bit two, so he resisted the impulse and continued to pretend to close his eyes to recuperate.