Gulfstream Aerospace, formerly known as Grumman Aircraft Company, designed and launched the first business jet "Gulfstream" in 1958 and was fully acquired by General Dynamics in 1999. It is currently a well-known manufacturer of luxury and large business jets in the world.

The Gulfstream G650 has quickly become the largest, fastest, and most expensive of all business jets, almost synonymous with private jets, and its orders have even been lined up for 5 years, and its quality and influence far exceed that of the previous generation G550.

With only 19 seats, it is now carrying four people except the pilot, silently skimming across the Atlantic Ocean in the night sky at a speed of about Mach 0.9.

"Regarding this mission, I feel like we can split up in pairs."

Caesar sat in a comfortable seat, his pure blonde hair radiating the sun's brilliance in the soft light, and the elegant smile on the corner of his mouth propped up the image of a kind nobleman, which complemented his pure white suit. Although, the other three people present will not be swayed by his appearance.

"I don't have an opinion, anyway, it's tourism, it's better for everyone to go it alone?"

Nono responded with a grin, with her changeable and complex personality, probably Caesar would not praise even if she was dressed handsomely.

"From the point of view of the task itself, grouping in pairs is the most effective way to improve the efficiency of searching for information and searching for traces. But if you encounter an important situation, you must work together to deal with it. ”

Chu Zihang took a sip of ice water indifferently, and had to be the drink that was most in line with his character.

"I set up a way to keep in touch, exchange information every once in a while, and learn from each other's strengths."

Susie is as silent as Chu Zihang, and when she needs to speak, she just makes some additions according to his meaning. Even if the sluggish Chu Zihang still had a hard time detecting anything, she didn't care—or even if she cared, she still persisted.

"Anla, Susie, I will agree with everything~"

Nonobi stroked a few times, as if he wanted to pounce on the girls to exchange feelings between them, but was stopped by Caesar.

Strictly speaking, Caesar's construction was also very selfish. He and Chu Zihang have always been competing with each other, whether it is a club, a schoolwork or a task list, not to mention that this mission involves the ancient dragon level storage zài, which is an excellent and inevitable opportunity to compete.

If they are divided into pairs, then whoever finds the trace of the dragon king first will be able to crush the other party.

It's not that you can't compete because of hatred and dislike, it's better that Caesar can find fun in the competition with Chu Zihang, and you can also find your own shortcomings in comparison.

The same extremely good characters get together, even if there is no conflict or conflict, they will unconsciously contend with each other, to use an old Chinese saying, 'one mountain cannot tolerate two tigers'.

But Caesar found that his competitor seemed to have no sense of competition at all lately.

That's not going to work.

Through the 715-centimeter oval porthole of the Guò Gulf Stream, Chu Zihang can clearly see the layers of clouds and fog under the fuselage, as well as the city lights that are constantly alive in the wilderness. He stared at the inky blue clouds, holding the ice water, unconsciously lost in thought.

Susie glanced at his sculptural and cold face, then withdrew her gaze and stared silently at the seismic waveform image on the monitor.

Nono seemed dissatisfied with the silence of the scene, and bared his teeth at Caesar in some rage, and then walked towards the cabin with the bed.

“…… Rest well. ”

Caesar was not good, perhaps he saw the strangeness of this competitor, so he also retired early.

The remaining two familiar strangers waited for the dawn in silence.

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"Annoying, I also want a private jet ...... with a full kitchen and bar, satellite phone, wireless internet, 6" LCD display, 66cm pop-up large LCD monitor, comfortable and soft double bed sofa"

Natsumi muttered loudly, and Mercer sat beside her without saying a word, her fingertips gently rubbing the skin of the black box.

"There's no way, we're all poor," Fingal yawned, but Lu Mingfei on the side was already asleep with his horn, "A private business jet worth 400 million, it is estimated that we can't afford to buy even a steel frame." ”

"Damn local tyrant!"

Xia Mi grinded her teeth angrily, "Senior Brother Mo, I'm in a very uneasy mood right now, can you let me take a bite." ”

"Good girl, do you want to bite the seven deadly sins?"

Mercer knocked her on the head with familiarity, as if the action was no longer unfamiliar to him.

Fingal's eyes burned with the flames of the FFF group, but he was destined to be insulated from the domineering Yan Ling Jun Yan, who relied on muscles and lewd food, so he simply turned his eyes out of his mind and turned the blindfold tied to his head down, and snorted and prepared to fall asleep.

"Go to bed early, you will probably be able to reach your destination tomorrow morning, and you will be able to play longer with more energy."

To deal with Xia Mi under normal conditions, only Shun Mao is the fastest way to achieve results.

"But it's annoying, the seat is so narrow, and this inflatable pillow is panicked...... I want to complain! Is this the service attitude for dragon flights? She shook her fist and tossed the innocent, shriveled pillow aside.

"Hmm...... I started thinking that it was a completely wrong decision to let you join this group. Sure enough, the president is still more reliable. ”

Mercer rubbed his eyebrows, sleeping as a prototype was dispensable, but he still had to disguise his sleepiness.

"Don't turn your face and deny people, senior brother," Xia Mi's voice lowered slightly, "I slept in your bed last night......

"Shut up!"

He gave her a hard time with a brain break.

As the saying goes, good men don't fight with women, so the last time Xia Milai refused to get up in his bed, he couldn't help it - he couldn't sleep in her bed like hers. Not to mention that she still has a roommate, it would really be perverted to do so.

So I made up for a new night of it.。

"Okay, okay, I'll lower my requirements," she pulled out the inflatable pillow again, blew it and put it around her neck, "Well, the design of this chair is not scientific, you can let me lean back, right?" ”

Seeing that he didn't object, Xia Mi also pillowed his head on his shoulder quite familiarly.

"Good night."

She pulled the blanket on, wriggled around her seat for the most comfortable position, and let out a few inexplicable grunts before falling silent.

Outside the slightly narrow porthole, it is not pure night, but it is also the most relaxing and reverie landscape.

For many nights after he came into this world, he was alone, standing at the end of a certain building, feeling the night breeze blowing in his face, looking down at the world and looking up at the stars.

It's not sentimental, it's just the habit of wandering out and homeless. Maybe he had the same hobby as the wanderers who liked to drill into the parks, except that he climbed a little higher and didn't have permission.

Retracting his gaze slightly, the weight on his shoulders reminded him that he wasn't standing on the rooftop of some tall building.

Higher than the rooftop, it is convenient to go down to the troposphere clouds and dust.

A faint breath and a faint fragrance came from the side, and a few strands of hair hung down quietly, sleeping as beautifully as their owners.

"Good Night ......"

Like a sigh, like a blessing.

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Empty metro station.

The cold wind of the night blew the cracked and crumpled posters on the ground, and a few scraps of paper that were too dehydrated flew in the air for a while, settling on the old railroad tracks and cinders, staining the darkness a little pale.

And the white girl appeared here inexplicably, wandering and lingering.

"Strange place ......"

Her voice was elongated in the deep tunnel, like a fairy in the forest, and there was no unnecessary panic or fear on her plain white face, just a little confused.

A muffled roar came from the depths of the tunnel.

A blinding light crossed the corner, illuminating the darkness and staleness of the side.

The train gradually stopped, and some of the rusty iron doors made a dry, screeching sound, but they finally slid open to one side.

The girl gently combed her somewhat messy sideburns, and the spaciousness and obsolescence in the car were like an invisible giant mouth that chose people to eat, waiting for someone to go up.

She didn't follow the fear, perhaps out of some gut feeling, and the moment she stepped onto the train, she smiled weakly but still beautifully.

The fog shrouded and the doors twisted and closed, sealing the secret deep into the zài tunnel.

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