Eric opens the structural diagram of Dudri Airport again. The airport still follows the "Drive-In Airports" concept of the 60s, with a hexagonal shape that is located directly south of the airport entrance, and a new temporary terminal building at each of the four corners of the other five sides, leading to the center of the hexagonal airport. Judging from the feedback from Chiko and Caitlin, the agents of the German Federal Intelligence Service and the Dudri police have taken full control of the airport, and Chiko has checked all the flights in Dudri that day in order to be in order, and no trace of Aris has been found so far.

"There are 12 minutes to go. Chiko's tone was full of anxiety.

Eric ignored him, closing his eyes and leaning his back against the leather seat, palms pressed against his chin. The airport - the flight - the airport, it must be that you have missed something. Where, where, where! At this moment, Eric seemed to be in the structural diagram of the airport, and his galloping mind began to take the central tower as the starting point, and the whole hexagon began to shrink rapidly in his eyes, and then shrink, gradually condensed into a small black dot.

"At 5 o'clock this morning, there was a sudden strong convection over the Atlantic Ocean, which caused some flights to be abnormal...... Since global warming, extreme conditions over the Atlantic Ocean have been frequent, affecting shipping in Europe and even around the world. One of the topics on the agenda of the G5 summit is the establishment of a global shipping database, which is expected to alleviate the ...... of reporters still chattering on the car radio.

"Flight-weather, weather-flight......" Hearing this broadcast, Eric only felt that his eyes lit up, as if he had grasped something, but it was like a screen window, very hazy and blurry.

"It must be here! ...... here"

"There are 10 minutes to go. Chiko still didn't receive any reaction from Eric. "What is this guy doing!" Chiko grumbled in frustration.

But by this time, Eric had already taken off his headset and was rapidly tapping on his keyboard, scrolling through the aggregate information of European flights on the Internet search engine at a glance and ten lines. "Well done, Arris, you can figure it out. Eric's fingers slid the mouse quickly, his eyes bright, and his mouth muttered to himself.

Click—The left mouse button sounds the final charge.

"Alright, two heroic agent ladies. Now you need to rush to the stranded airfield in Area A, where our cunning prey may be complacent. Eric put his headset back on, "It's a pity you only have 10 minutes." ”

Dudri was stranded at the airport listening to a plane from Poland. In the window seat in the center of the first class cabin, a small man of less than 1.5 meters is munching potato chips and drinking soda alone. The seats around him were empty, and the reason was simple, he stole 6 identity accounts that had not been active for 2 years, and booked all the seats around him, carving out a safe area for himself.

He looked at his watch, 8:55AM. "It's almost time. The little man smirked as he pulled out a 4.4-inch reassembled tablet from the large pocket of his jacket. This is his favorite thing - a 10th birthday present. Until the age of 10, he lived a very laid-back life on the Greek coast. His father was a well-known local shoemaker, and the special shoe-making method passed down by the family had allowed the family to live a worry-free life. It wasn't until a month after his 10th birthday that a shoemaker from across the Atlantic, who opened his 101st store in his hometown, machine-made shoes that were as durable as his father's, but who would always sell for 1 euro less than his father's, even if his father kept discounting them, even at a price below cost.

"1 euro can't buy a century-old leather shoe craft...... " Finally, the crazy father held the leather shoes he had made, and muttered repeatedly in the street alone until a truck full of gravel whizzed past his father. Later, in the midst of the collapse of his family, he gradually understood that the source of the magic of the 1 euro was globalization. In countries and regions with the lowest labor wages and raw material prices, the cost of leather shoes produced by machines assembled from all over the world around the world is produced day and night, and the cost of leather shoes is completely five times lower.

He still remembers that sentence - this is culture, it is civilization, and 1 euro can't bring that. Yes, 1 euro doesn't bring that, and globalization doesn't bring that. The stupid public only believes in value for money and never cares about civilization.

He opened his tablet, expertly typed in a string of codes, and opened a window. This is the second time he has prepared a surprise for the G5 summit. Stupid agents and cops thought they would be safe and sound by guarding the airport and switching to a military encrypted network. Three days ago, he compared the meteorological data of the Atlantic Ocean for 10 years, hacked into the supercomputer system of country G, and used the algorithm model he built to obtain more accurate Atlantic convection data than the European meteorological department.

The power of data is far greater than that of a nuclear warhead.

He then chose a flight from Poland to country E, and the plane with the honor of carrying the mission will pass through Dudri Airport in Germany exactly one hour before the welcome ceremony of the G5 summit. At this point, the captain of the flight will receive a weather forecast from the air traffic control center about the strong convection in the Atlantic, and then he hacks into the information system of the Paris airport in France, and makes the feedback message "the airport is full". Then, in order to avoid encountering the strong convective weather in the Atlantic, Dudri Airport in Germany will become the last choice of the captain. And the German side, naturally, thought that their arrival was completely accidental, after all, even they knew that the uncertain ocean had just made a big temper, so the flight was classified as a safety level.

He looked at his watch again, and there were 3 minutes left. It was an exciting time, he rubbed his hands excitedly, after all, this is a chance that comes only once in 5 years. As long as he clicks "start", his virus program will take over the airport's shared WIFI and mobile data channels, and all mobile devices, mobile phones, tablets, and laptops in the airport will be infected unknowingly, thus becoming his "marionette". After 10 seconds, these adorable "puppets" lock their voices out, turn their volume up to the highest, and sing in unison their own choreographed original song, "FUCK, G5".

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but hum the tune of the song softly, thinking about the uproar and surprise of the audience, the embarrassment and anger of the heads of the five countries, the panic of the agents, and the overwhelming media reports the next day. He couldn't help but be complacent, no one could find him, even though he had already been blacklisted, but all they could find was one fake identity after another.

What's more, by the time those stupid agents reacted, their own flight had already taken to the skies, even over France. Yes, no one will find out, definitely, definitely, absolutely. I've never missed a hand. He couldn't help but emphasize in his heart. It made him wonder why he was emphasizing this. Did he fail? A nasty face popped up in his mind—greasy curls, playful sneer—the damn detective. He shook his head, wiping away the hateful little white face in his mind. Even he couldn't have imagined it. ”

"Very nice tablet" a voice, panting.

As soon as he looked up, he saw a sweaty Oriental woman sitting next to him. She was still panting and looking at him, with a look on her face that seemed to read, "It's so easy for me to find."

"It's not your place, ma'am. He said warily.

"You're Arris. The woman asked with a smile.

How did she know who she was? At this time, he felt a slight stinging pain in his arm, as if he had been stung by a bee. Then he immediately felt a wave of dizziness, and the scene before him began to spin.

"You-" He couldn't forget his mission for the day, and wanted to take advantage of his last lucidity to click the "Start" button on the screen. But the woman seemed to have sensed his intentions and snatched the tablet from his hand. At this time, the second hand on his watch finally reached 9:00, and the national anthem in the central tower of the airport was flying loudly, but he only felt that it was dark in front of him, and his body slid limply down from his seat.

I don't know how long it took for him, the little man, Aris to finally wake up. Now, like Peter, the disciple of the tortured Jesus, he is hung upside down on a whirling cross. Obviously, because he had been hanging upside down for too long, he felt that most of the blood in his body was blocked from his skull to his throat, which was very uncomfortable.

"Yes, anyone~" Aris pulled his throat with difficulty.

A moment later, he saw two pairs of slender legs walking towards him unhurriedly. Aris stiffened his head and rolled his eyes, trying to see who was coming.

Chiko squatted down, looked at Arris's funny appearance, and said with a smile, "Hello, we meet again." ”

"Okay, you can see what's wrong with me. Ariss recognized the delicate beauty in front of him as the woman who had sabotaged his entire plan on the plane.

"At least you're alive and still talking. Caitlin said lightly.

Aris turned his head and saw Caitlin, who was as graceful as Qianzi, and knew that he had bumped into the Peach Blossom Tribulation, and said angrily: "Then I can't thank the two noble hands." Who are you, Agent, Interpol, I've never heard of these jobs being women's world. ”

"Of course not, we're employees of the Smiley Legion, and our boss, Felix, would like to ask you for a favor. Chiko said according to Eric's plan.

"What?" Ariss was surprised to hear Chiko's answer, "You say, you, you're from the Smiling Legion?"

Eric, who was hiding behind the door, couldn't help but roll his eyes when he heard it. Maybe this naïve woman is really only suitable for doing some hand and foot work.

"Of course. Chiko thought that her acting skills were excellent, and Aris had already believed it, but she didn't notice that Caitlyn next to her sighed helplessly.

Aris stared into Chiko's eyes and was silent for a moment, then suddenly burst into a chuckle and asked repeatedly, "Are you sure you're from the Smiling Face Legion, and not some lunatic asylum?"

"Looks like you'll need to learn a little bit of the courtesy. Chiko was so annoyed by Arris's ridicule that she punched Aris in the stomach as punishment. Aliston let out a scream of "ah~", only to feel that a mouthful of blood was gathering to erupt in his throat and eyes.

"Wait, wait. Aris hurriedly stopped Chiko's second punch, "Listen, listen, the Legion of Smiley Faces is an extremely mysterious organization, and their people will never confess their identities so readily, although I don't know how you know about Felix, but-" Arris's words came to an abrupt halt, he suddenly thought of something, blinked, and looked at Chiko thoughtfully.

"But what. "Chiko was a little uncomfortable with Aris.

Aris did not answer immediately, and after a moment he seemed to have figured out something, and with a gloomy face, he shouted a name in a long voice:

"Ai-Li-Ke-"