Super Black Technology

Boston International Airport.

At this time, there were very few passengers in the huge waiting hall, sitting scattered in rows of chairs waiting for their passenger plane. In the four directions, the airport attendants also yawned listlessly, looking drowsy.

It's almost 4am now.

"One more flight, can we get off work?" An airport customer service girl asked her colleague.

"Yeah, I've been wanting to sleep for a long time."

"Wooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooow

Hearing the girl's words, the colleague stretched his waist and comforted him: "Don't worry, there are no passengers on the 4:00 am flight. It will definitely be picked up in half an hour..."

Before the colleague finished speaking, at this moment, suddenly!

The sound of rushing footsteps sounded outside the airport. The sound was so loud that it seemed that hundreds of people were rushing towards the terminal hall in a chaotic manner.

Mom, what's the matter? Are zombies attacking America?

In the astonishment of the two customer service girls, they saw: a large group of people rushed into the terminal, and there were all black heads in sight.

These people are male and female, white, yellow and black, everything. Some were carrying cameras, some were holding interview tubes, and some were even holding cartoon dolls.

What the hell is going on here? Is there any big shot coming? Why didn't we receive any news from the airport?

Isn't this nonsense? The British government was afraid that the United States would refuse their entry, so they played a trick first.

How did Boston Airport get the news? !

As soon as they entered the waiting hall, a large group of people jumped at the two customer service girls, and immediately surrounded the airport service desk. Everyone's faces seemed to be distorted, as if Big Big Wolf was about to eat beaming.

This horrifying scene immediately frightened the two customer service girls.

The two sisters turned pale, and hugged each other tremblingly: "You...what do you want to do? Don't eat us, don't eat us!"

"Has the flight arrived?" "Has flight 179 arrived?" "Has flight 179 from the UK to Boston arrived?"...

Bursts of buzzing sounded continuously in the ears of the two girls, so noisy that they were dizzy.

After a long time, the two customer service girls understood what these people were asking.

It turned out that they were asking about the flight at 4 o'clock, so I made it clear earlier, it scared us to death, and thought they were going to eat us.

"Hello, sir, flight 179 will land on time at 4 o'clock in 10 minutes. Please wait patiently! Excuse me, do you have any other questions? Please..."

Before the customer service girl could finish her answer, the crowd around them disappeared in an instant, running faster than a rabbit.

"Quick, there are still 10 minutes! Go block the VIP passage!"

"Thank God, she hasn't arrived yet, hurry up and grab a good seat!"

"Don't block the VIP passage, maybe she is going through the ordinary passage!"

"The VIP is going to be blocked, and the ordinary exit is also blocked! You two go over there and guard! You, yes, I am talking about you, you and me, and the two of us will block the ordinary passage."

A middle-aged reporter yelled at his men. However, he didn't expect that just after he gave his order, the crowd would divide into two groups, one group ran to the VIP passage, and the other group ran to the ordinary passage.

The middle-aged reporter was dumbfounded for a moment. Fuck, I'm so stupid, I actually let those damned colleagues also react.

"Big Fatty, come quickly and help squeeze the seat!"

"Big head, squeeze quickly, squeeze hard!"

"What the hell, who squeezed me? This is my position, squeeze me again, believe it or not, I'll kill you!"

...

At this moment, the huge Boston International Airport has become the center of Boston cuisine.

The real passengers were stunned, the airport attendants were stunned, and so were the airport guards.

These people have gone crazy, really crazy!

A moment later, the management of the airport also got the news and hurried over. Seeing this scene, everyone was speechless.

Which big star is this coming? Oh, no, definitely not a star? How can the stars have such a big battle! Have a look at the scene right now? Without 300 reporters, I would rebel when I got home from get off work, and I would be sentenced from the Alliance to the Horde.

"God, which big man is coming? Why haven't we heard?"

"Yeah, why didn't we get any news from Boston Airport?"

"Mr. President, why don't you call and ask?" Everyone looked at the president of the airport, hoping that he could find a way to ask, so that everyone could arrange the security check more conveniently.

After all, after 9/11, everything became stricter.

However, before Mr. President even made a call, the crowd of journalists spoke up.

"Mr. President, don't call and ask! It's 'Beautiful Sister Alice' coming!"

Pretty sister Alice? What the hell is this? Mr. President and the managers were all stunned.

Is there any big person in the world named Alice? It seems not!

Sudden!

A female manager reacted in an instant, and blurted out the answer involuntarily: "It's her! Sister Alice of the prodigy!"

At this moment, all the managers of Boston International Airport opened their mouths wide, their faces filled with shock.

It was her!

Alice, Alice Hill: British civilian girl, a sophomore at Leeds Metropolitan University, majoring in art and design...

None of these identities are important, the important thing is: she is Xigua's "girlfriend", a "girlfriend" cheated at the cost of the fall of a city!

Fuck, this girl's background is too big!

"Quick, let's go to the airport to meet him!" Mr. President roared and hurried to the airport.

A group of managers quickly followed.

No wonder they're so nervous, pillow wind, it's one of the scariest things in the world.

What? You said the watermelon is still small? The horoscope has not been written yet!

Heh, are you sure about the future? you are god

...

Seeing the airport management going to the rear of the airport, journalists from various countries were in a hurry.

"Mr. President, let us go in too!"

"Mr. President, good people are rewarded!"

A female reporter yelled coquettishly: "Mr. President, please take care of me! I can do laundry, I can cook, I can warm the bed, and my body is delicate and soft and easy to knock down!"

As soon as this remark came out, the audience fell silent.

Mr. President was so frightened that he almost fell to the ground, and then ran even faster...

3:58.

3:59.

The huge roar of the passenger plane came down from the sky. At this moment, the entire Boston International Airport boiled.

"Control tower! This is flight 179, please land!"

"Allowed to land!"

After the radio wave communication was completed, the huge Airbus plane descended rapidly from the sky, then adjusted the body, landed on the runway and started taxiing...

On the ground, Mr. President led the leadership of the entire Boston International Airport to stand quietly, waiting patiently for the slowdown of the passenger plane...

Teams of airport security guards ran to the four defense points in good spirits with neat steps...

In the waiting hall, everyone stretched their necks and looked towards the exit...

She's coming, she's coming soon.

"Hurry up, put up the sign!" An American reporter suddenly thought of something and quickly reminded his companion.

After the sound fell, the rest of the reporters also thought of it, and quickly raised the sign they had prepared.

Moments later, colorful signs appeared in the terminal hall.

The American reporter's sign is - Welcome Miss Alice to America!

The sign of the French reporter is - Miss Alice, please accept our interview!

The sign of the Chinese reporter is - Miss Alice, the Chinese people miss you!

At this moment, five journalists who seemed to be from the UK suddenly shouted, and then a huge colorful banner appeared among the signs.

It read - Miss Alice, please bring watermelons back to England!

At this moment, the audience is watching.

666, you British journalists are awesome! We gave 99 points for this wave, and one less point is for fear of your pride.