The next day, 8 a.m., Las Vegas Airport.
Zhu Xingda was sitting on the waiting chair at the airport talking on the phone with Ming Zeye.
"Location." A cold voice came from the receiver.
"The second seat in the third row of waiting area three, are you there?"
"Well, I see you."
"You are……"
A short "beep" sound sounded, and Zhu Xingda was hung up again.
Moro Hoshida looked at the hung up call and put the phone back into his pocket as if nothing had happened.
There was no trace of annoyance at being hung up on his expression. After all, Brown La had just said that he had seen him and he hadn't come over yet. Maybe he was observing him from a corner.
After a while, Zhu Xingda felt as if someone was coming over from the left. Could it be Brown pulling him over?
He looked sideways and saw that it was not the Brown La that he had imagined, but a strange man with blond hair and blue eyes.
Ming Zeye glanced at Zhu Xingda and sat down on the seat next to him.
Zhu Xingda was stunned for a moment, as if his eyes were not looking at his own kind, but looking at an object.
It's like...Bronla's eyes.
Zhu Xingda thought that when he called just now, Brown said he saw him, and then the man came over not long after.
Zhu Xingda looked at the man next to him out of the corner of his eye. His expression was as cold as Brora's, his figure was similar, and his suitcase was the same black suitcase as Brora's.
Could it be Brora?
He said tentatively: "Bronla?"
Ming Zeye held a cigarette case in his hand and a cigarette in his mouth. Hearing Zhu Xingda's words, he nodded slightly, then he smoked a cigarette and handed it to Zhu Xingda.
Zhu Xing paused and reached out to take it.
Mingze took a deep breath from his cigarette and blew out a smoke ring, "My observation skills are pretty good."
He thought that Zhuxingda would be able to see it after he spoke. If that was the case, he would have to consider changing his subordinates.
Zhuxing remained calm on the outside, but his heart was stirred up.
He never expected that Brown La would disguise himself. Maybe Brown La didn't ask him to do anything in the past few days. In fact, it was just Brown La who disguised himself and kept observing him secretly.
Fortunately, he was cautious enough and did not act rashly, otherwise all his efforts would be wasted this time.
I just don’t know which one is Brown La’s true face, or neither.
But he still didn't understand why Brownla came to Las Vegas. Was he carrying out some ulterior secret?
"What are you thinking about?" Ming Zeye looked at Zhu Xingda indifferently and asked.
Zhu Xingda was stunned for a moment, then quickly reacted and asked cautiously: "Can I know why you brought me to Las Vegas?"
"No," Ming Zeye refused without hesitation.
He brought Moro Hoshida to the United States mainly to cultivate Moro Hoshida's loyalty, and also to help him brush up his achievements so that he could get his code name early.
As for him coming to Las Vegas to learn the art of disguise, Moro Hoshida was just there to do it.
But he didn't have the time to explain to Zhu Xingda. If he had this time, he might as well smoke more cigarettes.
Mingze Ye glanced at Zhu Xingda coolly and added: "Do more, ask less, understand?"
Zhu Xingda choked up and replied: "...Yes"
He still prefers people who talk a lot, which makes it easier for him to get some information. But for a person like Brown La, who talks less, he may not pay attention to you even if you take the initiative to chat with him.
Ming Zeye took out his mobile phone and looked at the time, then raised his chin at Zhu Xingda, signaling that it was time for them to get on the plane.
Zhuxing nodded in understanding, picked up his luggage and walked to the ticket inspection office with Ming Zeye.
After boarding the plane, Ming Zeye took out the thick book "One Hundred Thousand Ways to Die" and read through it just like last time.
Zhuxingda learned his lesson this time, his eyes no longer drifted towards Mingzeye, and he sat quietly without speaking.
However, he still caught a glimpse of the two words "How to die" out of the corner of his eye. Zhu Xingda probably still read the book from last time.
After getting off the plane last time, Zhu Xingda specially read this book in order to have a deeper understanding of Brown La. Although it was not the kind of negative energy book he imagined, the tone of the whole book was full of depression.
Moreover, the content is also very boring, and I don’t know how Brown La can continue to read it.
The main story is that a person is constantly betrayed by different people, dies in different ways, and is constantly reborn, but no matter how many times that person is betrayed, he will trust another person again. The plot is basically similar every time. It will all happen again.
After a while, Ming Zeye didn't feel airsick anymore. He raised his head and met Zhu Xingda's eyes. He was in a good mood and took the initiative to say: "You have read this book later, right?"
It was obviously a question, but Ming Zeye used an affirmative tone.
Zhu Xingda was confused for a moment. Since Brown said this, he must have guessed that he would definitely go to see it afterwards, so he answered truthfully: "I probably saw a little bit."
"What do you think of the protagonist of this book?"
Zhu Xingda thought about the plot in the book. He thought the protagonist was quite stupid, but looking at Brown, he seemed to like the book. He commented: "He is optimistic and positive..."
"He's an idiot." Before Zhu Xingda could finish speaking, Ming Zeye interrupted, with a hint of disdain in his tone.
Zhu Xingda: "..."
Since you think the protagonist is a fool, if you still read it, isn't this looking for abuse?
Of course, Zhu Xingda did not dare to say this.
Ming Zeye read this book as a joke. He wanted to know how many times the protagonist had to experience betrayal before he learned to be wary of others.
Unlike him, once he experienced a betrayal, he would be full of doubts about everyone.
Although Ming Zeye was luckier this time and didn't get airsick, he still didn't eat when it was time for lunch.
After all, he didn't eat it last time. Wouldn't it be strange if he ate it this time?
"Bronla, are you airsick?" Zhu Xingda asked with some uncertainty.
In fact, Zhu Xingda already had some doubts about whether Brown La was airsick last time. After all, not eating anything on the plane is very similar to what people who are airsick would do. But last time, he couldn't tell the look of Brown La. I have some symptoms of airsickness.
"I don't eat food that I didn't cook myself." Ming Zeye said without raising his head while reading.
Zhu Xingda was speechless. He was suspecting that someone would poison him. Brown La was not just being cautious, but was suffering from persecution delusion.
In other words, people in the organization have more or less persecutory paranoia.
