No one saw how far Chen Zhao had thrown the bomb. After looking for a long time, they still couldn't find it.
In fact, Chen Zhao had already put the bomb in his spatial ring. He could have done this long ago.
However, after the bomb was discovered, Chen Zhao had been looking for a chance to put it in his spatial ring.
It was just that it wasn't convenient to do so in front of everyone.
"We succeeded?!"
"It's a success! We survived!"
"We've saved an entire plane's worth of people."
Everyone was excited. Chen Zhao returned to his seat silently.
Margaret glanced at him. "You're not excited at all. You just saved the entire plane."
Chen Zhao shrugged. "I didn't do anything."
Margaret glanced at Chen Zhao and then at the people who had opened the door hand in hand. They were all celebrating wildly, even enjoying the cheers of the other passengers.
Chen Zhao's reaction was clearly different from normal people. This made Margaret even more certain that there was something wrong with Chen Zhao.
Whatever, I don't even know him. It's better to stay away from him.
Just then, a flight attendant walked over with a bottle of red wine in her hand.
"Mr. Chen, hello. The captain asked me to give this to you. It's to thank you for your contribution to all the passengers on this flight."
"Thank you." Chen Zhao accepted the red wine. "Oh, did you find out who the robber was? How did he bring the bomb onto the plane? "
"He didn't want to talk. We're just flight attendants, not police. We can't interrogate him, so we can only lock him in the bathroom. We also want to know your question."
"Okay." Chen Zhao didn't want to ask.
They were going to land soon anyway. It didn't matter if he knew the answer or not.
When Chen Zhao led the two kids off the plane, he saw that the robber was being carried off the plane.
There was a wound on his neck. It seemed like he wouldn't be able to survive.
The wound was probably caused by him breaking the glass while he was locked in the bathroom.
The three pilots also saw the robber and whispered.
"The Grim Reaper's words came true. He really died in 30 minutes."
"Good, good. At least we didn't die with him."
"Hello …"
When Chen Zhao saw Margaret, he greeted her.
"Hello, goodbye." Margaret hurriedly left.
She didn't want to talk to him at all, unless they were in the hospital.
"Brother, she seems to be very afraid of you."
Chen Zhao rubbed his nose. What's there to be afraid of?
Just then, Hill Nandes found Chen Zhao and came over to greet him.
"Mr. Chen," Hill Nandes said. "The airport has arranged a new flight. It leaves in two hours."
"Ah? I rented a car and planned to drive there. "
Anyway, it was only a few hundred kilometers away. If he took the plane, it wouldn't be much faster than driving.
Moreover, Chen Zhao hated flying. Every time he did, he felt terrible.
Especially this time, they had encountered such a dangerous situation.
"Really? Then let's go together. We'll split the fare."
Sigh …
He had wanted to get rid of Hill Nandes, but he didn't even know and insisted on sticking to him.
Since things had come to this, what else could they do? They could only go on their way together.
The distance between Washington and New York was close to 400 kilometers. Generally, it would take three and a half hours to get there by car.
Moreover, America's car culture was very developed, and car rental companies could be found all over the country.
It was very convenient to rent a car everywhere.
"Mr. Chen, is it necessary to rent such a big car?"
Chen Zhao also wanted to rent a smaller car, but Blackie wanted a seat.
"We have so much luggage. If it's just a small car, it won't fit at all."
"That's true. Mr. Chen, you're more thoughtful."
Chen Zhao rolled his eyes. That was why he couldn't start a conversation with Hill Nandes.
Who could stand such a tone all the time?
"Mr. Chen, aren't you going to sit in the front?"
He hadn't been able to talk to Chen Zhao on the plane, but he was really looking forward to having an academic discussion in the car.
"Mr. Hill, don't you think we should discuss it at the conference?"
"Oh? Mr. Chen, have you decided to speak at the conference? "
"It depends on my preparation," Chen Zhao said perfunctorily.
Chen Zhao was here on a public holiday. Who's speaking to you?
Although he admired Hill Nandes' dedication to medicine, Chen Zhao was too annoyed.
The car drove on the highway. In the distance, a red-haired girl with a huge backpack kept waving her hand, wanting to hitch a ride.
America had a unique highway culture. Many travelers would hitch rides on the side of the road.
Of course, this also led to some highway crimes.
But Hill Nandes still stopped the car. "Hi, Miss, where are you going?"
"New York."
"Come on."
Hill Nandes opened the front door. Chen Zhao covered his forehead. The front seat was probably reserved for Blackie.
Her dark red hair easily left a deep impression on people.
"Hi, I'm Charlotte Jabas."
"Hi, Hill Nandes. This is my colleague Chenzhao and his two sisters."
Charlotte turned around and shook hands with Chen Zhao. "You're surrounded by death. If you're not about to die, then you're with death."
Chen Zhao was stunned. He looked at Charlotte in surprise. "Ms. Charlotte, may I ask what you do?"
"Clairvoyant, and you?"
"Mr. Chen is a doctor and also a professor at UCLA Medical School …" Hill Nandes answered for Chen Zhao. "Can you help us with divination?"
"Your intense curiosity has given you your current wisdom. You're a scholar and you're pursuing a more perfect career," Charlotte said, glancing at Hill Nandes.
"Help me too." Yura was instantly interested.
"You're full of vitality. You look like you've just recovered from a serious illness," Charlotte said.
"What about me?" Cheryl looked at Charlotte.
Charlotte looked at Cheryl. "Your eyes are filled with wildness. Little girl, you're very special."
This clairvoyant seemed to be special. Chen Zhao couldn't help but look at Charlotte a few more times.
"What about me?" Chen Zhao also wanted to know what kind of person he was from Charlotte.
"Mr. Chen, didn't I already say that you're surrounded by death? If you're not about to die, then you're with death," Charlotte said meaningfully. "You're the same as me."
Chen Zhao shrugged. "Do all clairvoyants use such ambiguous words to avoid other people's questions?"
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