A Boeing plane soars over the blue sky, and the cabin is full of passengers, and the first class cabin is much more spacious than the somewhat crowded economy class, with wide seats for people from all walks of life, from old to young. Apex Fiction www.xstxt.org.

One of the young men sitting in the back was very obvious, because he actually had white hair, long sideburns covering his cheeks, wearing a black suit, holding a magazine in his hand, and his appearance was that of an Oriental, very handsome.

On the seat next to him sat a young man, with short green hair, a pale complexion, wearing a white suit, although he was also very handsome, but compared with the white-haired youth, it was still much worse.

Fortunately, they were sitting in the back, and there were not many people in the first class, otherwise someone would have peeked at them.

"What would you like to drink, sir?" A tall stewardess walked up to the white-haired young man, her golden wavy hair scattered over her shoulders, her drumming chest tightening her clothes.

"Coffee, no sugar!" The white-haired young man was still staring at the magazine, not at all at the beautiful blonde stewardess.

"Wait a minute!" The flight attendant had a smile on her face, and looked at the white-haired young man curiously, it was not that she had never seen handsome guys, on the contrary, she had even seen a lot of movie stars, but it was the first time she had seen such a strange person, and his white hair was too conspicuous.

The stewardess brought the coffee to the white-haired young man, and the air was filled with a bitter and fragrant smell.

"Thank you!" The white-haired young man put down the magazine, picked up the coffee, blew softly, looked out the window, and did not look at the stewardess from beginning to end.

The "......" flight attendant was a little angry, this was the first time she had been ignored. She couldn't say anything either, though.

"Bring me a glass of milk!" The green-haired young man sitting next to him suddenly spoke, but it was a little strange in the first class cabin and milk.

"Yes sir!" The stewardess couldn't hold back a smile. She knew that the green-haired youth and the white-haired youth were together, but the two of them were really weird.

Soon the stewardess took a glass of milk and put it on the small table in front of the green-haired youth.

"Wow! Looks good! Thank you! The green-haired young man rubbed his hands together in a very funny tone.

"Sir, do you want anything more?" Seeing the appearance of the green-haired youth, the flight attendant secretly said that there was a play, compared to the white-haired young man who did not enter the oil and salt. This person seems to be very innocent.

"No need, you can go!" The green-haired youth waved his hand.

"Really, you don't need to?" The stewardess leaned down, her huge boobs almost touching the face of the green-haired youth.

"Why are you so close to me?" The green-haired youth asked confusedly.

The stewardess looked at the green-haired youth in dismay. Such an obvious gesture, he really doesn't understand, or is he pretending to be stupid.

"You're about to crush me, can you please stay away from me?" The green-haired youth shouted dissatisfied.

"......" The flight attendant was about to vomit blood. He glared at the green-haired youth fiercely. Turn away.

"Madara-sama, why is she angry?" The green-haired youth looked at the white-haired youth next to him in surprise.

"Who knows!" The white-haired young man sipped his mellow coffee and flipped through the magazine in his hand.

"Cut! Women are trouble! The green-haired young man pursed his lips and continued to drink the milk in his hand.

These two people are naturally Madara's wooden clones and Bai Jue, but Bai Jue has changed some of his appearance, otherwise he will cause a sensation before he arrives at the airport.

John F. Kennedy Airport, New York, USA.

It was dark. The airport is brightly lit, and countless passengers are rushing towards the exit. Many people crowded at the exit, and some people held stop signs, searching for passengers who had just gotten off the plane.

The wooden clone and Bai Jue walked out of the platform, and someone looked at them from time to time, they were too conspicuous, Bai Jue's hair was nothing, but Madara's waist-high white hair was like a searchlight, and it was eye-catching everywhere he went.

"Sir, please show your ID!" Two airport policemen stopped the wooden clone and Bai Jue, and a sturdy policeman said solemnly.

The wooden clone glanced at the policeman, put his hand into the pocket of his clothes, cold sweat oozed from the foreheads of the two people, and his hands were already on his waist, this man's eyes were too terrifying.

"Sir, please come with us!" The two policemen had already unfastened their gun holsters and reached out to hold the handle of the gun.

The moment the wooden clone took out the documents, the pistols of the two policemen had already been drawn halfway, but they were a little surprised that the wooden clone took out the documents, not any weapons.

The wooden clone calmly handed the documents to the two policemen, the two looked at each other, one of them took the documents, and the other looked at the wooden clone vigilantly.

"This is ......" The policeman opened his ID and was stunned, and his companion looked sideways with a surprised expression.

"Can we go?" The wooden clone said calmly.

"I'm sorry, sir, I didn't know you were ......" The two policemen hurriedly returned the documents to the wooden clone and apologized again and again.

The wooden clone didn't speak, took the document and put it in his coat pocket, and walked towards the outside of the airport.

"Mr. Madara, what did you show them?" Bai Jue followed beside the wooden clone and asked curiously.

"FBI credentials!" The wooden clone smiled.

"Huh?" Bai Jue was confused.

The wooden clone stopped a taxi and sat in the co-pilot, and Bai Jue sat in the back seat.

"Empire State Building!" The wooden clone said calmly.

The taxi driver was a black man, and he looked at Madara from time to time while driving, and it was the first time he pulled such a strange guest, but the black driver had a bit of brains, and when he saw the appearance of the wooden clone, he was obviously not an ordinary person, and he didn't dare to speak.

Chirping!

The taxi walked through the Manhattan neighborhood, stopped at the middle of Fifth Avenue 34th and 35th streets, and the wooden clone dropped a hundred dollars, pulled the car door, and stepped out of the taxi, with Bai Jue standing behind him.

The wooden clone stood behind a large tree, his black trench coat blown by the night wind, and in front of him was a towering building.

"Let's go!" The wooden clone pressed Bai Jue's shoulder with his right hand, stared at the top of the building, and disappeared in place.

On the rooftop of the Empire State Building, the figures of the wooden clone and Bai Jue suddenly appeared, and the entire rooftop was empty, otherwise someone would have screamed for such a strange scene.

"Madara-sama, there's no entrance here, huh?" Bai Jue looked around, looking for the entrance to the Olympus God Realm that Madara had spoken of before leaving.

The wooden clone was silent, he came to the front of the elevator machine room, walked down a short step, and in front of him was a heavy iron door, the wooden clone stared at the iron door, stretched out his hand to hold the iron door, closed his eyes, and put down his hand after a moment.

"Is this the entrance?" Bai Jue asked in surprise.

"The spell actually works!" A strange smile appeared on the face of the wooden clone, and behind this door was the Greek God Realm.

The Greek gods are at hand! (To be continued......)