Chapter 123

When the security guard was called over, he was originally a bit tense, thinking something had happened.

But after hearing the cabin crew mention the seat number, he frowned.

Glancing at the foreigner who had come to report it, he first placated him: "Sir, I understand the situation you described; we've already paid attention to that passenger you mentioned.

He's just a first-time flyer, a bit nervous, that's all!

We also checked the carry-on bag in his hand, it's already passed through the machine, so there won't be any safety hazards.

Please rest assured, and return to your own seat as soon as possible.

After all, we're currently at ten thousand meters altitude, and could encounter turbulence at any time.

It's safer to sit back in your seat!"

Seeing this, the cabin crew knew there was more to it, and hurriedly persuaded that foreigner back to his seat as well.

Although the foreigner was puzzled, since the other party said it had been checked, though he still had doubts, he could do nothing about it.

After that foreigner left, the security guard asked with a frown:

"Didn't the purser notify you that the passenger in that seat is rather special, and not to let anyone disturb him?"

The cabin crew looked dumbfounded: "No?"

"What?"

The security guard confirmed again in surprise: "You're sure there wasn't?

Where's the purser?"

The cabin crew hurriedly replied: "Rotating rest!"

At this moment, another flight attendant came out of the toilet, and then faced the security guard's questioning: "Yu Fangfei, did the purser brief you on the special passenger for this trip."

That flight attendant named Yu Fangfei nodded: "She briefed us!

Told us to pay attention, not to let others disturb him.

If he needs anything, help him as much as possible!"

Having gotten the answer, the security guard turned around, looking very seriously at the cabin crew member who had just said she hadn't received the briefing: "Didn't you say the purser didn't brief you?"

Hearing this was the issue, that flight attendant named Yu Fangfei instantly understood, and hurriedly explained: "Sorry, my fault! During takeoff preparations, the purser did brief us on this, but she went to close the cabin door.

Originally I should have relayed it on her behalf, I forgot to say it, sorry! Is someone disturbing that special passenger now?"

The security guard didn't answer, but asked: "Are there empty seats in business class? If so, arrange him over there!

To prevent others from disturbing him!"

He naturally also noticed that special passenger's laptop bag that never left his side.

There must be something quite important inside, otherwise the other party wouldn't have been so nervous the whole way.

The flight attendants all knew without checking that business class was already full.

There was no choice; they could only try their best to guarantee that in the remaining few hours of the journey, no one would disturb that special passenger again.

Fortunately, the whole trip passed without incident.

Even that passenger George, who had become suspicious midway and came to report him, although he developed a strong curiosity about what exactly was in that strange Eastern man's laptop bag.

Until landing at Los Angeles International Airport, he never stood up to raise the issue again.

"Mr. Sun, wishing you a smooth journey!"

"Thank you!"

The crew personally escorted that man carrying the laptop bag off the plane, watching him depart into the distance.

George watched the Eastern man walking not far ahead of him, carrying no luggage, only a laptop bag, and suddenly became very curious about what was in his bag; so he made a phone call.

"Ruid!"

"Hey, George! Didn't you go to the East for tourism?

I have a premonition, receiving your call definitely isn't anything good!"

"No no no, it should be good!

I saw a strange person on the plane... and the Eastern airline was cooperating with him too, anyway very special...

This could very well be a great opportunity to embody your team leader capabilities!"

Sun Weimin, carrying the laptop bag, had already walked out of the airport; no one came to pick him up.

Because this trip of his was very simple: get off the plane, go straight to the address Mr. Chen gave, hand over the laptop bag in his hand, and that's it.

And for this trip of his, it was best not to alert anyone; not alerting anyone was the best.

So after getting off the plane and coming out, he hailed a taxi, then fluently stated a place name in English.

He also opened navigation on his phone to show the driver the route. The taxi driver was a very enthusiastic black man, although very surprised that an Eastern person getting off an international flight actually brought no luggage, only a carry-on bag.

But it didn't affect him starting to chat with this Eastern man beside him after leaving the airport, chattering away incessantly.

Sun Weimin responded perfunctorily; according to the phone navigation, it would take no more than half an hour to reach the destination.

But what he didn't expect was that after this taxi left the airport, it was quickly intercepted front and rear by two black cars with police lights.

"FBI, put your hands where they can be seen, quick!"

Seven or eight people rushed down from the two black cars, wearing tactical vests with FBI markings, windbreakers, tactical pants, combat boots, and baseball caps printed with FBI letters.

Some had handguns, some rifles, some shotguns; as if facing a formidable enemy, they surrounded this taxi from front, back, left, and right, using the black cars' bodies and doors as cover.

"Oh, shit! I should go file a complaint for racial discrimination, probably mistook me for some black guy who committed a crime again!

Sir, if you don't want a few extra holes in your body, I suggest you put your hands outside, somewhere they can see them."

This driver didn't have the slightest bit of the defiant backbone black people are supposed to have in those explosive police encounter videos online; instead, he very straightforwardly spread his hands open, placing them outside the car window.

The main thing is he had no shit on him.

In America, those who resist when facing police questioning are either high on flying marijuana, or they have shit on them.

Although he was a Black man, he didn't have shit on him; having attended a fairly good university, he was very law-abiding.

So he very calmly extended his hand out the car window, waiting for the other side to question him.

As for this Eastern person beside him, what did it have to do with him? A person just coming out of the airport, could he possibly pull out a gun and resist?

Sun Weimin knew, facing the police here and the FBI executing a task, what attitude a person being questioned should have.

That is cooperation! If you don't cooperate, you might be shot into a hornet's nest at any moment, empty the magazine.

So, he temporarily put down the laptop bag, and extended both hands out the car window.

"Gentlemen, put your hands outside the car door, open the car door from the outside, then slowly walk out.

Don't pull your hands back, don't take anything!"

By rights, the Black driver at this time should have muttered a sentence: the car is my home, and also my last line of defense; according to Castle Doctrine, if I'm not willing to get out, even the FBI can't force me to leave.

But he just didn't, very obediently doing as told, slowly extending his hand to open the car door from the outside, very cautiously stepping out slowly.

It could be seen this Black driver cherished his life very much! Sun Weimin learned from his example, also got out of the car, main focus on cooperation.

"Officer, I'm just an Eastern person who just got off a plane to travel.

The bag in the car has my passport..."

"We're looking for you, sir; we now suspect you of illegally carrying dangerous items into the country!"

Sun Weimin hadn't finished speaking before he was pinned on the hood by two people and searched.

One special agent went to search the front row of the car interior, another went to check the rear row; Sun Weimin's laptop bag fell into the hands of the special agent searching the front row.

A not-large laptop bag; after opening it, there weren't many things inside — a passport, a bit of cash, and a book.

That searching special agent didn't believe it.

Searched twice more, combed through every nook and cranny, surprisingly not a single interlayer.

In the airport monitor video, inside the laptop bag this man in front of them was very nervous about, there were only these few things?

Passport no problem, cash no problem; the problematic one is this book.

That special agent reached out and picked up that red-covered book with the national emblem, preparing to flip it open to check if there was anything sandwiched inside.

Sun Weimin sucked in a cold breath; everything before could be cooperated with, but this flipping the book absolutely could not be cooperated with — it would cause a big incident! One careless moment and it's an international ghost-investment incident! So he hurriedly reached out to block:

"Stop, officer, listen to me, don't touch that book!"

"Don't move, it will be very dangerous..."

Unexpectedly, as soon as he moved, a gun muzzle was pressed against his forehead.

The two checking special agents saw his reaction; their original dejection at finding nothing instantly vanished, like a blind man finally grasping a clue — excitement: "Sir, to make you this nervous, this book looks quite extraordinary!"

Hands already impatiently flipped open that red-covered book bearing the Eastern Country national emblem.

"Huh..."

A light, dismissive doubtful sigh; the moment it appeared, the lazy voice had already hooked the attention of everyone present; wisps of faint fragrance lingered at everyone's nostrils.

"Wasn't it detention for ten days?

Not even three days have passed; has this national law changed again?"

Unknown when, a hazy yet soul-stirringly beautiful woman appeared at the scene.

The instant they saw her, all special agents seemed to instantly see the most beautiful, most unforgettable figure in the depths of their hearts.

She still gently whispered in their ears: I missed you...

(Chapter End)