Chapter 176 [Account encounter at the airport]

It must be said that Hanoi’s airport is still very beautiful. This is a new airport that has just been built. After all, it is the capital airport of a country. Hanoi’s airport is said to be able to receive four million tourists and cost up to 100 million US dollars.

We stopped a taxi from Xialong Bay and headed straight to the airport. It was already late at night when we arrived.

I purchased the earliest flight ticket at the airport and flew directly to Canada. However, the plane had to wait for the early morning before it took off, which was a veritable "red-eye flight".

Siro and I found a cafe in the airport and sat down, preparing to rest for a while. While I was using the bathroom halfway through, I took out the piece of paper that the fat man had given to me from my pocket.

It’s not that I couldn’t believe Siro and deliberately kept it from him.

I absolutely trust my brother Siro! But Fatty gave me this thing quietly. Of course, there was his reason for Fatty to do this.

In the bathroom, I locked myself in a small compartment, sat on the toilet, and then carefully unfolded the paper ball.

This is a letter.

The handwriting is a bit rushed:

"The big circle now is no longer the big circle of the past. Xiaowu, please do it yourself. Now you are away, you can choose your own choice. Maybe you can choose any plane from Hanoi, from all over the world, and you can go to it as much as possible!"

I was stunned, silently read the note again, and then sat there, feeling indescribable.

Recalling the words that Fatty said to me on the deck of the boat: "Don't go the old path of Tiger."

Now look at the notes in your hand, the meaning in the words is almost revealed!

It seems that the fat man is also very dissatisfied with some of the things about Eighth Master. His fate of Tiger is not entirely a hatred of the traitor, but he is somewhat sad and sad...

He told me not to go to Canada. While people are outside, they will go anywhere and then leave the circle in Canada!

I was about to throw away the note, but suddenly I saw the handwriting on the back. I glanced briefly and found that there were several numbers on it, with a line of small handwriting below: "Airport Storage Box."

I stood up, took out my lighter and burned the note to ashes. Then I threw it into the toilet. Seeing the green smoke slowly rise, I flushed the water, then pushed the door and walked out.

A staff member from the airport walked in outside. He looked at me and seemed to smell the smoke in the air. He hesitated for a moment and said politely to me in English: "Sir. Please don't smoke in the bathroom. There is a smoking room not far from the left."

I smiled at him and walked out.

I was a little confused, but after thinking about it, I went straight to the storage box at the airport.

Follow the sign above my head. I quickly walked to the right corner of the airport lobby, where there are several rows of storage boxes. This storage box is specially prepared for some passengers. It can store a variety of items for a fee and can be stored for a long period of time. As long as you are willing to spend money to buy it.

I looked at the staff next to me and they were two young girls.

A major feature of Hanoi Airport is that many airport staff here wear Vietnamese ethnic costumes, especially girls, all wearing Vietnamese ethnic gowns. This kind of clothes are a bit like Chinese cheongsams, but the slit is very high until the waist... but unfortunately, they are wearing trousers under them.

In general, this style with proper cuts can reflect a person's figure. Two young and beautiful girls smiled at me, and I smiled again, and then walked straight to rows of storage boxes and found the number left by the fat man.

This is a password box. I pressed the password on it and snapped. The box opened. There was a small leather bag inside.

I looked around, then took out my bag, closed the box, and walked to the front. Two girls from the airport staff suddenly called me.

"Sir." One of them spoke English, although it was a bit stiff, but I could still listen: "Please leave the ticket on your bag, we need to register."

I was stunned for a moment, and sure enough, I saw a small self-adhesive sticker on the bag, with a line of codes on it. I smiled and tore it off and handed it to the staff.

When I walked to the empty place, I pinched the bag. There seemed to be not much stuff inside, it seemed to be a stack of things. I felt a moving heart, found a corner, just gently pulled a corner, glanced quickly, and quickly pulled the zipper.

Dollar!

There is a stack of dollars in this small leather bag. It seems that this stack should be a total of ten thousand dollars.

Why does the fat man store 10,000 US dollars in cash in places like the airport?

I know that generally speaking, the storage boxes at the airport are only charged according to the number of days. And if stored for a long time, you need to pay a fixed amount of money to the airport. Only some tourists who carry a lot of luggage will temporarily store some things that do not need to be carried at the airport...

But I immediately thought of the answer:

This cash is probably the fat man who exists here and uses it as an emergency land!

Thinking of Fatty’s main job, it is to help people run away! There is also the cunning in Fatty’s personality...

To be honest, I suspect that this fat man may have this kind of stored backup emergency cash at many large airports in Southeast Asia!

There are unexpected situations in the world, and no one can avoid being lucky. Especially those walking in the underworld, they are inevitably in danger and need to run away. Many times they run in a hurry, and it is also very troublesome to not bring enough travel expenses on them.

It is obvious that the fat man is a cunning rabbit with three holes... No, he is more than "three holes"!

If... in major airports in Southeast Asia, the fat man has built such a storage box... then this is a big deal! No wonder the fat man is so proficient in running away!

but……

I really follow Fatty’s advice and won’t go back to Canada?

Obviously not!

I know that Fatty was very disappointed with Eighth Master’s actions through this incident. Because of my friendship with him, he introduced me to Canada at the beginning, but now he may regret it. So he advised me to leave.

But can I leave?

I smiled and sighed in my heart: Fatty, you still don’t know me enough...

If... if I, Xiaowu, would have lived such a wandering life, why would I have to go to Canada forever and go through all my hardships? If I were willing to find a place to hide it like a mouse and spend the rest of my life... Then would I fart the vow I made at the beginning?

Is Canada not a paradise?

It's true! But even if it's hell... wouldn't it be right for me!

I pinched the money in my bag. I was naturally grateful for the fat man's kindness, but I couldn't help but go back...

Moreover, Qiao Qiao is still waiting for me in the repair yard! Even if I don’t do anything else, how can I throw Qiao Qiao there?

After thinking about it, I was about to put the money back. But when I walked back to the storage box, I turned around and went back.

Just because I saw someone going through storage procedures...all items in the storage area must be inspected! Although the staff will not open your box and look through it, there is an X-ray exposure.

If they discovered that my bag was filled with so much USD cash, it would definitely cause trouble.

Obviously, the airport lockers are not something that can be stored... Otherwise, it would be too easy for the terrorists to hide a bomb here?

Originally, the fat man could put 10,000 US dollars here, probably because he had a special way.

I don’t have the ability of a fat man. After thinking about it, I can only keep the money by my side.

Although I am very grateful to Fatty for her kindness, I will not do so as to Fatty’s advice.

I walked back to the cafe and saw Siro sitting there in a daze.

"Why did you go so long?" Siro breathed a sigh of relief when he saw me: "I thought you fell into the toilet."

I smiled and said, "It's nothing, I just took a walk around."

After sitting for a while, seeing that the time was almost over, Xi Luo and I got up to go to security check.

I was a little hesitant during the security check. After all, I brought 10,000 US dollars on it. So I bought a few books and magazines, put them in my bags, and put them with the money. The security check was easily passed.

As for the gun... we had already thrown it on the fat man's boat.

I rested in the waiting room for a few hours, and finally waited until I started boarding. Siro and I slowly lined up in the back, and the flight was in the middle of the night. There were not many passengers. We were on a North American airline plane.

While queuing, I suddenly felt aroused and suddenly remembered the staff outside the airport just now. The Vietnamese national costumes worn by the girls were very similar to cheongsams, which looked quite beautiful. I remembered that Qiao Qiao was still waiting for me at home. I was on a whim and decided to buy a set to give it to Qiao Qiao as a gift.

At least I went out once. When I went back to offer some offerings to Miss Qiao, Miss Qiao was happy. My life would be easier in the future.

Thinking of this, I looked at the time. There were still ten minutes left. There was a Vietnamese folk souvenir shop less than twenty meters to the left. It was our turn to board the plane. I asked Silo to go in first. I told him that I would buy something to go back to give it to my friend. Silo immediately understood, smiled at me, and then went in first with his boarding pass.

I turned around and walked quickly towards the folk souvenir shop. I was running there quickly and happened to see a piece of clothing hanging in the shop, the style I wanted. I pointed to the staff inside and communicated with him in English.

But unfortunately, the staff member's English was very bad. I took a lot of talk and painted, and he understood what I meant. Just as he turned around to get my clothes, I casually looked at some handicrafts around me, as well as cow horn combs and other things. I picked it up and took a look, and whistled a little bored...

Suddenly, a figure reflected on the glass on the counter next to me...

The figure quickly walked past me, and my heart moved!

I actually know this person! It is the female killer under Tiger...

That stripper!
Chapter completed!