Chapter 4571: Day of White (37)

The airport in New Orleans was bustling. A tall Latino boy pulled his suitcase and walked quickly through the boarding gate, his eyes scanning the crowd, and soon found his target.

"Joseph! Joseph, I'm here!"

Standing by the billboard at the boarding gate was a blonde, blue-eyed boy. He was thin and tall, with delicate features, looking like he had a bit of European melancholy, just like a character in "The Red and the Black".

Hearing the shout, the boy called Joseph took off his headphones and said: "Kelden, can you stop shouting loudly all the time."

His tone had a faint Southern accent, and the complaint didn't sound so sharp. Kelden laughed heartily, patted his arm and said: "I'm afraid you won't hear it with headphones on, aren't I? Who knew your ears were so good. Where's Nana? Hasn't she come yet?"

Joseph shook his head, but turned his head to look in one direction. Soon, a tall black-haired girl walked over, and she greeted the two and said: "Good morning, I didn't expect you two to come so early."

"Of course we have to come early, we are not the kind of bastards who would miss the plane because of a hangover," Kelden said.

Joseph turned his head to look at the boarding gate again and said lightly: "It's time to board, let's go."

They boarded the plane smoothly. The business class seats were in a 1-2-1 row, Joseph sat in a separate seat by the window, reading books or sleeping along the way. And the other two chatted enthusiastically, constantly sharing snacks, asking for business class meals, etc.

When transferring in Atlanta, Kelden began to imagine this trip. He took out a travel brochure and said: "Let's go to Cairo first, visit museums and castles, then go to Alexandria, see the Summer Palace, then the natural scenery of Siwa Oasis, the temples of Aswan, and finally go to Hurghada for diving..."

Nana also said: "I think if there is enough time, we can also go to Luxor, the hot air balloon scenery there is very beautiful..."

The two of them discussed enthusiastically, and Joseph just listened quietly. The two seemed to be used to him not saying a word, just occasionally smiling at him and asking for his opinion.

Joseph had no opinion on their arrangements; no matter what they wanted to do, he just nodded lightly and never made eye contact with them, looking like he was completely immersed in his own world.

After boarding the plane again, the two seemed tired of chatting and started sleeping soundly after getting on the plane. Waking up, they found that the plane had not landed yet. Kelden rubbed his eyes, looked at his watch, and widened his eyes in shock: "What the hell?! Why has it been flying for 16 hours, didn't they say it would arrive in 14 hours???"

"This is not important," Nana pushed him and said, "Look at the map, we are not over Cairo at all now, but have been flying south. Where is this plane taking us?!"

Just then, the plane's broadcast sounded: "Dear passengers, I am very sorry, due to the sudden outbreak of armed conflict, Cairo Airport is not allowed to land. We are heading to Hurghada Airport controlled by the Egyptian authorities to land. The plane has sufficient fuel and is operating normally, please don't worry..."

The cabin was in an uproar, and everyone was discussing. They took out their mobile phones to connect to the Internet to check international news, and sure enough, they saw that the airport in the Egyptian capital was controlled by an armed force.

Many people panicked, because if they fought now and the whole of Egypt didn't allow landing, they might have to make an emergency landing. The risk of an emergency landing is very high, and if it's not good, they will lose their lives. Some people were already crying, and some were cursing loudly, most of them were sending messages to their families, asking them to find a way to put pressure on Egypt so that they could land as soon as possible.

Kelden and Nana were also a little panicked, and both took out their mobile phones to send messages. Joseph was just sitting there, also looking at his phone, but didn't type, seemingly just browsing international news.

"Joseph, what should we do?" Kelden said. "If they don't let us land and the fuel runs out, we might have to make an emergency landing in the desert."

"It's okay," Joseph said. "There will always be a way."

Kelden still wanted to ask something anxiously, but Joseph had already pulled the blanket over himself and closed his eyes to rest.

The chaos on the plane didn't last long before it quieted down. Because people also understood that panic was useless, it was better to contact relatives and friends quickly to save their own lives as soon as possible.

At this time, Joseph pressed the call button. Soon, a flight attendant walked over, squatted down, looked at Joseph and said: "Hello, sir, is there anything you need?"

Joseph turned his head to look into her eyes, and the flight attendant was stunned. Joseph whispered something to her, and she left.

After a while, the purser walked over. She also squatted beside Joseph's seat, but one could see her fingertips were shaking a little. The moment she saw Joseph's blue eyes, she also stiffened, then slowly stood up and walked back to the preparation room.

In the surprised eyes of other flight attendants, she walked to the security door of the cockpit, picked up the intercom device with a trembling hand, and said: "Captain, please notify the tower immediately that there is a psychic with mind control ability on the plane. If they cannot let this plane land at Hurghada Airport immediately, he will manually control the landing point of this plane."

The cockpit was in an uproar. The flight attendant holding things next to him suddenly shook his hand, looking around like he had seen a ghost.

"Did you... hear that?"

"You heard it too?"

"Did you hear someone calling your name too? I thought I was too nervous and had auditory hallucinations..."

"I heard it too, someone just called me."

"Could it be other passengers... ah ah ah!!"

The flight attendant next to him quickly covered his mouth, and they looked at each other in horror. People in the cockpit also realized that something had happened outside. The co-pilot picked up the walkie-talkie, took a deep breath, and repeated the news he had just heard to the tower.

The tower didn't take it seriously at first, until the plane's circling altitude became lower and lower, and a certain voice began to echo in their ears, they scrambled to clear the runway and let this Boeing 787 land first.

"Oh my god! We actually landed, we are the first to land, right?!" Kelden said excitedly.

"Could there be any big shot on this plane?" Nana looked around suspiciously, seemingly wanting to see who solved this huge trouble.

Joseph sighed lightly, put away the mobile phone in his hand, straightened his hair, took off his coat to adapt to the hot weather in Egypt, and followed the crowd out.

Out of the plane, he took a deep breath. The overly bright sunlight made him a little unaccustomed, he subconsciously looked into the distance, and then after meeting a pair of blue eyes hundreds of meters away, he was completely stunned.

"Joseph, what's wrong with you?" Kelden behind him patted him lightly and said, "Walk forward, we have to take the shuttle bus."

Joseph just stood there stunned, unable to believe what he saw. Why would his father appear here?!

Joseph once thought he had misread it, but he was too familiar with Slade Wilson's spiritual signature, so he immediately thought of a possibility—all these accidents were arranged by his father.

But he quickly rejected this possibility. Because Deathstroke is a mercenary, making such a big move is not good for him. Perhaps he just knew he would come here, so he wanted to come over to help him.

What made Joseph feel a little puzzled was that he didn't rush into the tower, hack most of the people there to death, and then force others to let the plane he was on make an emergency landing. Deathstroke is very much like the kind of person who would do that.

Then, Joseph had to notice the figure beside his father. But the moment his gaze fell on the other party, the other party turned away.

Is this a coincidence? Joseph didn't know, but he knew he should mark this person, I'm afraid the chaos in Egypt is inseparable from him.

And just when he wanted to see the general outline of this person's spirit, some pictures began to flash before his eyes: drunken banquets, blooming corpses, police rolling in like beans...

"Stay away from him." Joseph said to the figure with a trembling voice.

And the other party stood there as if he hadn't heard it. Joseph had to repeat it again: "I said, stay away from him!"

At this time, he suddenly turned back, and even took the initiative to meet his gaze: "Don't be afraid, child."

The picture changed again and again: the towering and wide dome of the church, the statue of Jesus with lowered eyebrows, the bottomless pit on the pitch-black ground... his spirit began to fall, everything was shrouded in a kind of blurred and chaotic atmosphere, so that he couldn't outline a contour.

"Leave there, Slade." He said, supporting himself. But his father, who should have been very smart, was like suddenly losing the brain that had been fully developed, just standing there stupidly.

More pictures flooded in: blood and flesh, wine and dreams, daggers like thousands of stars falling like rain, white bones shaved thin everywhere, under the feet of Jesus, in that pitch-black deep pit, in the middle of the Pacific Ocean...

"Leave there quickly, Slade Wilson... please!"

"Joseph! Joseph! What's wrong with you? Joseph?! Come on, someone fainted here!!!"

The roar of his companion became farther and farther away, and even the whole world began to gradually move away. Before the spiritual channel closed, in the last second before losing consciousness, he heard the voice say to him: "It is very dangerous to access other people's consciousness so rashly, I think you should realize this."

Of course, Joseph thought before losing consciousness, he shouldn't have used his abilities so recklessly.

His consciousness floated in a chaotic darkness, and the fragments he saw surrounded him constantly. They didn't look so terrifying anymore; on the contrary, they seemed to be weaving into a complete story.

College life, church prayers, celebrity banquets, murders and corpses, and those police. This made Joseph realize that the man standing beside his father had a long story. He was so dangerous, and so different.

Before this, Joseph had never met anyone who could fight back against him. Whether it was those geniuses called top students, or those who were making great progress in the sports field, their spirits could be called fragile.

His father, Slade Wilson, the famous world's number one mercenary Deathstroke's spiritual world, was the first piece he hadn't been able to fully explore. The overdeveloped brain area made it like a maze, especially when Deathstroke was chattering, it was not only complex but also too hot. Only when it was slightly quiet could Joseph use his innate abilities to analyze him slightly.

And this man—Joseph knew his name was Schiller Rodriguez—was completely different. His spiritual world was as cold as a piece of ice, with a vast snowfield that couldn't be seen to the end. He had been walking in the blizzard until, in a piece of paleness, he saw a black tower standing on the skyline.