Han Lingyang and Maxcles chatted about instant speech translation technology, and the time was just after 9 p.m., and the sky restaurant at the Abilis Hotel was in full view of Seattle's neon night view. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

But Han Lingyang almost forgot that the return ticket he and Fang Zicheng bought was at ten o'clock in the evening.

"Hey, Han, what time did you and Fang Zicheng buy the tickets?"

It was McCreess who reminded Han Lingyang.

Han Lingyang reacted, was stunned for a few seconds, and then said, "I bought it at ten o'clock."

Looking at the Stanton watch on his wrist again, the time was already 9:21.

"Oh no, it's going to be late."

Han Lingyang immediately stood up, ready to go back to the room to clean up, and then immediately rushed to the airport.

"Han, don't worry, I'll drive you, it will take you twenty minutes at most."

McCreath is not in a hurry, the plane at ten o'clock, a short drive on the Bugatti Veyron supercar, minutes from the Abilis Grand Hotel to Seattle International Airport.

"It's fine, but it'...... It seems like...... It felt like something was missing......"

When Han Lingyang got up to go back to the room, he always felt as if something had fallen.

But what it was, because Han Lingyang had just drunk wine, he really couldn't remember it for a while.

"Fang Zicheng."

Maxcles reminded Han Lingyang again.

Han Lingyang suddenly realized, by the way, it was Fang Zicheng, that guy had been taking Niu'er to open the room since half past five in the afternoon, why hadn't he finished things yet?

So Han Lingyang hurriedly called Fang Zicheng, but he was quickly connected.

"Fang Zicheng, what are you doing, let's get ready to go, the plane at ten o'clock, now give you ten minutes, bring your things, and wait for me at the door of the hotel."

Han Lingyang quickly finished speaking, and then hung up the phone directly.

Under normal circumstances, Han Lingyang would not give Fang Zicheng a chance to answer after speaking, and Fang Zicheng would never be a minute late.

"Maxis, I'm going to trouble you again."

Han Lingyang is afraid that it is too late to call a taxi now, so he wants Maxcles to take himself and Fang Zicheng to the airport.

"OK, I'm happy to serve Han Datian, let you see my driving skills again."

Naturally, McCless has no opinion.

Ten minutes later.

At the door of the Abilis Hotel, Fang Zicheng kept looking at his watch, waiting for Han Lingyang's arrival.

When doing errands, Fang Zicheng was too engaged, and played with that American girl for more than three hours, not paying much attention to the time.

Fang Zicheng thought that Han Lingyang would call himself at eight or nine o'clock, but he didn't know what was going on, when Han Lingyang called him, it was already nine twenty o'clock.

After a while, a silver Bugatti Veyron drove up from the parking lot on the side of the hotel.

"Zicheng, get in the car."

The car stopped steadily in front of Fang Zicheng, and then Han Lingyang opened the door.

"Old Han, you don't have a sense of time."

Fang Zicheng symbolically complained, and then got into the car.

Immediately after McCless stepped on the accelerator, the car rushed to Seattle International Airport like an arrow from the string.

"I said Zicheng, why have you been playing for so long?"

In the car, Han Lingyang asked Fang Zicheng interrogated.

This is not overnight or something, Fang Zicheng was stunned and had been an American girl for more than three hours, which is quite strong!

Fang Zicheng touched his head, smiled awkwardly, and replied, "Hehe, isn't it too much fun, we can just get to the airport in time."

As a result, less than three seconds after Fang Zicheng finished saying this, Maxres's speed continued to decrease, and finally even stopped.

"It's stuck in traffic."

Maxcreth spread his hands and said helplessly.

Han Lingyang was speechless for a moment, looked out of the car window, and saw that he didn't know what was going on in front of him, and there was indeed a dense car stagnant.

This two-way four-lane highway, which is the so-called eight-lane highway, will also be jammed with traffic, and Han Lingyang suddenly felt that it was understandable that the traffic in the cities of the imperial capital and the magic capital in China was so congested.

After a few minutes, the blocked traffic moved forward for almost a hundred meters and came to a halt again.

Ten minutes later, Han Lingyang had basically given up, because even if there was no traffic jam now, it was too late to go to the airport to catch a plane.

"Old Han, let's take the next flight."

Fang Zicheng said helplessly.

There is no way, Han Lingyang does not have his own private jet, so if he misses this flight, he can only take the next flight back to China.

"Maxleth, when is the next flight to Shuzhou City, Huaxia?"

Han Lingyang asked.

"Tomorrow morning at 6:30."

"Okay, then we just have to book another plane ticket for tomorrow morning, and it looks like we have to stay at your Abilis Hotel for one night."

It seems that he will have to trouble Maxrose again tonight, which makes Han Lingyang embarrassed.

McCless smiled indifferently, and then said, "Han, it's no problem for you to live for a year."

Just as Han Lingyang and Maxcreth were talking, there was a sudden flicker in the distance ahead, and then a burst of fire rose, followed by a deafening explosion.

The sudden sound of the explosion, as well as the visible light and flames of the explosion, were shocking!

"Omaiga's!"

Maxcreth looked in the direction of the explosion in surprise and couldn't help but shout God.

Seattle International Airport, there was a violent explosion!

"Old Han, what's the situation!"

The three people in the car all opened the door, got out of the car and looked in the direction of Seattle International Airport.

At this time, many people in traffic jams almost got out of the car and looked in the direction of Seattle International Airport.

I saw that the fire in the airport was soaring, the smoke was billowing out, and the scene was extremely shocking.

"There was an explosion at the airport."

Han Lingyang looked in the direction of the airport and couldn't help muttering.

Looking at it this way, this explosion accident is not small.

Han Lingyang looked at the time again, it was exactly about ten o'clock, and it was the time when Han Lingyang was about to take off on the flight back to China.

If Han Lingyang did not get stuck in the road, but arrived at the airport to start boarding, then it was very likely that he would have crashed into this big explosion head-on at this moment.

"Oh my God, how could this be."

Fang Zicheng looked at the scene in front of him and was also stunned.

Soon, the sound of a fire truck was remembered in everyone's ears.

On an emergency road leading to Seattle International Airport, a team of more than a dozen fire trucks sped by, while rescue helicopters flew in the sky in the direction of the airport.

Han Lingyang suddenly had a bad premonition, if this was a terrorist attack, then the bombed aircraft should not be the flight to Shuzhou City in China, right?