"Dear tourists, please note that flight jl008 from Tokyo to Boston will arrive at this station at 18:25..."
Bright lights inside the Boston Logan International Airport.
Outside the huge floor-to-ceiling window, a plane is slowly landing...
…
This is the second time Jiang Guling has gone abroad.
The direct flight from Tokyo to Boston takes 13 hours. Angstra booked an evening flight. Taking into account the flight time and the time difference between the two places, it was also evening when they arrived at their destination.
Tourists were coming and going in a hurry around them, and many people were chatting while walking. Rei Furitan listened to a few words in silence and found that the English was indeed very different from the native Japanese.
The language environment that he had learned but was still extremely unfamiliar reminded him of the last time he went to France, which made him go back to see Angostela.
Angostela has been very busy these days. She always leaves early and comes home late. She only stays in the villa at night and has never asked them to practice at the training ground.
"... Your flight is in three hours. You can go have something to eat while you're in transit. There's a restaurant there that tastes good and the price is relatively normal,"
Angstra turned her back to him and didn't notice him looking at him at all. He was concentrating on talking to Rai.
"……good."
Rai's tone was a little uncomfortable. He put his left hand in his pocket as if he was touching something, and at the same time glanced towards the smoking area.
Unlike Angstra and Furuya Rei, who had already picked up their luggage, he was empty-handed. He would have to go through transfer procedures later and go to Toronto, Canada for other tasks.
"Contact me if you have any questions." Angstra warned again worriedly.
Rai nodded, turned and left.
Fangtani Zero watched his dark back disappear into the crowd and fell into deep thought.
They drove from Zhufu Jingguang to the airport, and then took the same flight here. Rai was so taciturn along the way, and only when Angstra spoke to him, he would answer a few words.
sentence.
It is said that the person who knows you best is your enemy. Fangtani Rei has always felt that Rai is gloomy and unlikable, but this time it is a little different.
——This time, there was a bit more unspeakable depression in his silence.
… Could it be that Canada’s task is very difficult?
"It's time for us to go, Bourbon."
Angstra's voice interrupted Fenggu Ling's thoughts. He withdrew his gaze and the two of them walked towards the exit together.
"I checked the map before coming here. The hotel we booked is not far from here. Should we take the bus or take a taxi?"
Logan International Airport is very close to downtown Boston, less than 20 minutes by car, and only 15 minutes to the Massachusetts Institute of Technology, where Angstra studied. The hotel they booked is right next to the university's main campus.
However, their mission this time has nothing to do with the university. It is for Sindora Company's invitation to Gray Crow.
It is said that this American IT giant is developing an unprecedented holographic game, which has now entered the first testing stage. This young genius, who was famous in the American IT field in the past, was specially invited to participate in the test as the first batch of players.
Angstra's mission is to experience this brand-new technology, and Jianggu Zero's mission is to stay outside to ensure his safety when he enters the game.
"Manhattan said he would pick us up..."
Just as Angstra stood on the roadside, a black Ford Focus parked next to him.
Fangtani Rei recognized it as a modified car at a glance. The windows were all made of professional and strong bulletproof glass.
The car window slowly lowered, revealing a slightly familiar face to Jiang Gu Ling. He had seen him before when he was hospitalized last year.
"Long time no see, Angstra, Amuro...ah, no, I should call you 'Bourbon' now."
An Asian man who used to be a U.S. special forces soldier greeted them with a smile.
"Get in the car, I'll take you to the hotel."
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Returning to Boston, where he had stayed for several years and where he had left many wonderful memories, Jing Baiye's mood was not as good as expected.
Outside the car window, the lights of the buildings along the coast were reflected on the sparkling river. The blurred light and shadow swayed gently with the water flow, and it was as beautiful as an oil painting. This was a beautiful scenery he had seen countless times when he was studying here.
In the past, he would have stretched out his hand to touch his subordinate sitting in front and let him take a look at the scenery he liked.
But now he doesn't want to do it.
The bad mood made him not want to do anything.
Bourbon, who was sitting in front, seemed to notice that he was in a bad mood and looked at him through the rearview mirror in the car. The fearful, gentle and cautious look in his eyes made Jing Baiye look away.
He took out his cell phone, and on it was the email Shirley sent him before he set off.
[Qian Duoduo can walk around on his own, should I send it back to your house?——Sherry]
Seeing that "home", Jing Baiye felt even more irritated, but he quickly suppressed it. He couldn't be angry with the innocent Shirley, she was his very important friend.
[Okay, please excuse me. I will bring you the latest brand-name bags. Do you have anything you want? Send me the brand and pictures...]
He lowered his head and thought. He maintained this action without raising his head to look ahead. He focused entirely on communicating with his friends.
【...If you have anything else you want, you can tell me.——angostura】
Before receiving Shirley's reply, the car had already arrived at the hotel.
Bourbon got out of the car to move his luggage, and when he passed the rear door, he glanced inside.
Jing Baiye got out of the car and walked to the driver's seat. Manhattan lowered the window again and turned to look at him: "Why are you picking me up?"
"I happen to have a mission in Boston these days, so that gentleman asked me to pick you up." Manhattan glanced at the location of the bourbon behind him, and suddenly lowered his voice and said to Jing Baiye: "——By the way, he is also in Boston.
.”
Then he said in a normal voice: "I didn't expect you to come to the United States suddenly. I planned to treat you to cheesecake... How long will you stay this time? Do you want to go to New York?"
"Let's talk about it after the task is completed." Jing Baiye said.
Bourbon quickly finished moving his luggage and Manhattan drove away, leaving the two of them standing there looking at each other.
"...Angstra, do we want to send an email to Scotland to report that we are safe? You sent it the last time we went to France." Bourbon asked softly, as if he was making an excessive request.
Jing Baiye looked at the subordinate who was brought to the United States by him because his English was not very good, and remained silent for a moment.
...In the end, he nodded.
…
He felt like an actor performing a high-altitude, blindfolded tightrope walk.
The whole person stepped on the tightrope between the cliffs. The performance originally went smoothly, but the cold wind between the cliffs suddenly blew his body swaying, and his blindfold almost fell off.
Now he has several choices: put on a blindfold and keep walking forward as if nothing happened, or simply quit this performance that is almost unbearable... Even if he does fall, he can guarantee that he will remain unscathed.
Just like it used to be.
He had many choices, and he could have easily chosen whichever one he should have chosen.
But he felt empty in his heart and didn't know what to do.