A Mercenary’s War

Thirteenth and Talta are not as simple as bad guys, it should be said that they are not human. Eight {one novel [<[<

When two inhumanes are mixed together, there is no need to expect them to do things like a normal person.

Put the person in the toilet compartment. On the thirteenth, the door was taken from the inside with a very thin fishing line. After the body was locked in the toilet compartment, the person went out alone, and Tarta was right. Looking at the mirror, carefully sticking the beard, then washed away the very insignificant blood stains with water, and left the toilet.

On the thirteenth, he disappeared. He didn't say hello to Tarta at all, so he walked away. Tarta out of the toilet shrugged and began to walk towards the Royal Terminal.

The Royal Terminal is not connected to the ordinary terminal at all. It is a completely independent building. Tarta has to go out first and enter the Royal Terminal from a special passage.

I looked at my watch and it was four and a half hours before the plane landed. This was actually a little early. If Saif did not greet the airport in advance, he could not see any clue when he went.

But Glevatov and Rostowski have n’t heard back yet, which means they ca n’t confirm whether the plane that transports Clooney will land at Dammam Airport, so it ’s okay to go there early to see, maybe You can find particularly obvious signs.

Tarta left the ordinary terminal where he was and started walking towards the royal terminal.

The royal terminal is strictly guarded, and there will naturally be fewer passengers. The possibility of exposure will also be much larger, but Tarta does n’t care about it at all, he did n’t think about it. The possibility of being exposed.

Slowly paced, Tarta approached the entrance to the Royal Terminal.

Tarta had no plans. His plan was to adapt to it. It was a bit reckless to do so. However, when there was no time to investigate everything in detail before making a detailed plan, he could only adapt to it.

A guard approached Tarta, and Tarta stood still, but after looking at his badge, the guard asked nothing, turned around, and went back again.

So Tarta walked casually into the Royal Terminal.

"As always, the slack has not changed, it's too boring."

After a low murmur, Tarta entered the Royal Terminal.

There are 5,000 princes in Shah, of which 2,000 are more important. Of these two thousand, about 500 of them have private jets, and about 50 of them have more than one private jet. The luxurious kind, in theory, with five thousand princes are eligible to use the royal terminal.

So not only are there a lot of people in the Royal Terminal, but there are also quite a lot of people on the contrary, but they are all service staff.

Talta thought that there would be no flight information sign in the terminal, but he also had a flight information sign in the royal terminal, but it was all private jets.

The time is already more than one o'clock in the morning, and the information board indicates that there will be a Gulfstream aircraft landing at two o'clock in the morning, but other than that, no other aircraft will land.

Seeing nothing on the information board, Tarta was not disappointed. This was what he expected, so he looked around casually and observed what clothes the staff in the Royal Terminal were wearing.

The security level of the Royal Terminal is certainly high, but there will be no gun guards walking around inside, so it looks unsightly.

"Will you get off the plane at the terminal? This is a problem."

After muttering to himself, Tarta entered the toilet, and when he came out again, removed the badge.

There was a luxurious reception room in the terminal building. Tarta walked in and sat on a piece of leather sand. Then a handsome young man came to him immediately and smiled and said, "His Royal Highness, Can I do something for you? "

No one questioned Tarta ’s identity, because all the members of the royal family who could come in this terminal were automatically treated as distinguished VIPs after Tarta removed his staff logo.

Tarta said in very fluent Arabic with no accent at all: "Bring me a cup of black tea, and if my follower always finds me, bring them here."

"Your Highness, please wait."

"Wait a minute, one thing, I didn't see my brother's flight information, a Boeing 787, his plane should be landing soon, but I didn't see it, go and ask me."

"Go and ask immediately, Your Highness, do you know the aircraft number?"

"How can I remember that kind of thing?"

"Sorry, please wait, I will be back soon."

Talta waited less than two minutes. Four desserts and Arabic black tea were placed in front of him. Then a middle-aged man said with a smile on his face: "His Royal Highness, no Boeing 787 will land here tonight, you can provide Airplane number? In this case, I can help you find more accurate information. "

Talta said impatiently: "I don't know what plane number, I only know that my brother is coming back from Europe tonight, and I can't wait to let him see my new camel. , Do you want me to be disappointed? So figure out what time he landed and tell me. "

"Do you know from which airport the plane took off? This will make it easier for us to check."

"I don't know! Do you have to tell everyone where to travel?"

"Your Highness, please wait a moment, I will check it immediately."

Tarta drank two sips of black tea, but then put the cup down and pushed it aside, and then he said to the young man who was standing by: "I'm sleepy, I'm going to sleep for a while, maybe my entourage doesn't know that I'm here If someone finds it, take him to see me. "

"Your Highness, you can go to the lounge, please allow me to show you the way."

"No, here it is."

Tarta took off her leather slippers and lay down on the long sand, closing her eyes and shouting, "The plane came and told me."

Then Talta went to sleep, he really started to sleep, and really fell asleep.

The manager came again, but looking at Tarta lying on the sand and sleeping, he didn't dare to disturb him at all, and the young man who served Tarta said: "Did you find it?"

"No, there is no notice at all. Which prince is this?"

"I don't know, what now?"

"Let him sleep, don't disturb. I'll check it again. I will only know when the plane is landing. This kind of thing often happens. I will wait for the news."

Tarta slept until five in the morning, because according to time, the plane that transported Clooney would arrive at around five thirty.

When Tarta woke up, she rolled over and sat up from the sand. She reached out and looked at her watch. Then she said angrily, "I haven't arrived in such a long time!"

The person who was supposed to be the customer service manager immediately walked over, and then apologized to Tarta: "I'm sorry, Your Highness, without the plane you said landed, we just received a notice that only one Boeing 747 will be on the second Landing after fifteen minutes. "

Tarta said with a sullen expression: "747? Not 787? Where did it come from, how can it be unclear now, how do you do things!"

"Sorry, very, very sorry, Your Royal Highness, it is indeed Boeing 747. It is temporarily notified to land here. In addition, there will only be a Boeing 777 that will land here until 9 am. It took off from Paris and needs. Do I check it for you? "

Tarta yawned, then said with a confused look: "Am I going to make a mistake? Is it Boeing 777? Or is that Boeing 747? He went to the United States to play? Where did that 747 take off and who s plane?"

"Sorry, we don't know more information about Boeing 747, um, so I can't disclose more information to you."

Tarta looked at the person who talked to him with a very bad look, which made his conversation very nervous.

"What are you doing!"

After a grunt of dissatisfaction, Tarta waved his hand and shouted, "I'm not interested anymore. I'm going home. I'm a little tired. I don't want to drive by myself. Find someone to take me home."

"Okay, Your Highness, this is our honor."

At this moment, a lot of people suddenly came in the terminal building. After seeing a man in a suit surrounded by the crowd in the corner of his eyes, Tarta suddenly waved his hands impatiently and shouted: "count Well, I ’ll drive by myself and leave. "

Tarta's footsteps were slow, but he looked very angry. He passed by a group of newcomers. After waiting out of the terminal, he stopped his feet, yawned, took out his phone, dialed After a phone call, he whispered: "I saw Saif, Saif himself, you can be sure, the target will be sent here."

"Come back, you can be sure."

Tarta walked slowly, gradually accelerating his steps, until he returned to the car, only now everyone except the thirteenth.

Tarta reached out and uncovered his beard, whispering, "You guys came back long ago?"

Rostowski laughed: "Twenty minutes ago ~ www.readwn.com ~ An unknown plane will land and stop at Gate 1 of the Royal Terminal, a notice from the Shah Intelligence Bureau, ground handling Preparations have already begun, so I will be back. "

Talta shrugged: "It seems my news is slow, so what about you?"

Glevatov said expressionlessly: "Twenty minutes ago, two minutes before the departure time of two flights was postponed by fifteen minutes without explanation, so I came back."

Tarta smiled and whispered: "At least I saw Saif himself, so the information is still based on what I provided. What about the thirteenth? Who knows where he is?"

Rotzowski pointed to the tallest building in the airport and smiled: "He mixed into the tower."

Tarta's probe glanced out, and said to himself: "Mixed into the tower, okay, this guy is very powerful."

At this time, Yalebin knocked on the window of Tarta outside the car. After Roztoski opened the door, Yalebin smiled: "Now find a suitable place and prepare to do it." (Unfinished to be continued.)