This car costs one or two million dollars, and Connie herself can only earn more than 200,000 dollars a year, and she has to pay half of the tribute to the Purple Rose thieves gang to maintain the operation of the gang, and what really falls into her hands is only a hundred thousand, compared with the value of this car, she has to save for more than ten years without eating or drinking to be able to afford such a car.

Bentley's driver looks no more than 30 years old, 1.8 meters tall, about 160 pounds, his figure seems very well-proportioned, he is very familiar with the traffic in Washington City, and is more self-disciplined, there is no smell of tobacco and alcohol on his body, in the eyes of the traffic police can be called a model driver.

The black clothes on his body look very smooth, he wears a pair of crocodile leather shoes on his feet, his beard is also very clean, there is a faint smell of aftershave, a pair of black toad sunglasses on the bridge of his nose, and a pair of black silk gloves on his hands, it can be seen that he attaches great importance to his personal image and gives people a very professional look.

Seeing Connie coming over with her luggage, the driver said to him: "Put the luggage in the trunk, you need to put it horizontally, be careful, don't mess up." Connie could hear it in his tone, and there was a sense of superiority in it.

This made her feel unhappy: What's wrong? They are also the servants of the Will family, one cleans the room, and the other is responsible for driving, and they all have the same status. Don't think that driving a luxury car in your hand will become unpullable, and leaving here is nothing, Connie glared at him, put the suitcase and golf bag on and stood aside.

"Please sit in the back." Although this sentence is purely superfluous, the driver suggested it to Will out of courtesy.

The seat in the Bentley sedan was quite comfortable, and after Will slowly took his seat, Connie bowed to him in time: "Sir, please go slowly." ”

In terms of business etiquette, she also does not lose to the driver, of course, all this is the housekeeper's requirements, here did let her learn a lot of details that she ignored before, in the service industry, some words and not to say, to bring others the feeling is indeed different.

However, these skills are in the hands of Connie, which is a different story, and she will use them on victims of theft in the future, to shorten the distance between each other, enhance the other party's good opinion of her, and achieve the purpose of confusing the other party, so as to make it easier for her to do it.

After seeing Will enter, the driver slowly closed the door. Back in the cab, he expertly steered the steering wheel and gears and drove the Bentley out of the courtyard.

And all this dynamics were once again observed by Johnson in the distant hotel through a high-powered telescope, and the scene two days ago was repeated again, and Brady ordered two of his men to follow him up, trying to find out the movements of the councillor.

The driver watched the councillor silent, and naturally knew that he was worried about the election, so he proposed: "Now look at the scenery outside, there is still nearly an hour to go to the airport, relax first." ”

Will smiled, he had no interest in the scenery or anything, and began to close his eyes to recuperate, but as soon as he closed his eyes, a series of numbers such as vote rating and approval rating appeared in his eyes like a slide, making him sigh.

As the Bentley drove out onto Pennsylvania Avenue, Will pulled out a white golf ball from his pocket with a red and yellow trophy on it, the prize for the Intercontinental Cup Golf League that Will had won seven years earlier.

Every time Will played against his friends, he would always take it out and play with it, and every time he was able to beat his opponent, so Will called it the Lucky Ball, which he hoped would bring him not only good luck on the court, but also help him in his own election. ，

A little more than an hour later, Bentley arrived at Washington Airport, where the driver helped Will take his luggage to the baggage drop-off desk. After checking in his luggage, Will took a copy of the day's USA Today newspaper from the airport rack and took it to the plane to kill the time.

"Goodbye sir, I wish you a smooth journey." The driver took off his sunglasses and nodded.

"Thank you, remember to pick me up at the airport at 10 o'clock tomorrow morning." Will smiled slightly, and the other party said that he would take it to heart after hearing this, and the smile on Will's face disappeared immediately after the driver turned around.

Since Will's secretary had already arranged the entire flight for him, when two of Brady's men followed the councillor to the airport, they found that he had not purchased any air tickets, and naturally there was no way to know where he was going, so the clue was broken in this place.

Will then went to the security checkpoint, where the airport police took the documents and ticket he handed over, and after verifying it, put a stamp of permission on the ticket.

Since he arrived just in time, he didn't sit in the waiting hall for long before he heard the boarding prompt and joined the queue for boarding.

Even in the off-season like September, the plane was still packed, and there were about 50 passengers in front of him, but there was not a single familiar face in sight, which was exactly what he wanted, and he didn't want to be surrounded by a bustling crowd of voters on the plane.

Most of these passengers were Americans and Canadians, and there were two Palestinians and Israelis who looked like an interesting combination, and people from two hostile countries were on the same flight in the United States, and they didn't know what was going to happen.

But this is not Will's concern, since 911, after a series of terrorist attacks in the United States, the American police and the FBI have strengthened the security forces at airports and stations, and plainclothes police are hidden in places that people can't see, so that they can fight criminals at critical times, and even the flight attendants on the plane have undergone strict paramilitary training, hand-to-hand combat or something is not inferior to those with bad intentions.

In the cramped cabin environment, crowded with people of all skins, there are native-born black Americans; There are brown-skinned Brazilians and Mexicans from South America; Chinese and Koreans with yellow skin; Among them, there are also white people from the European continent who have traveled to the United States.

It's a melting pot of races, and the world can only see it in a place like the United States.