"Everyone who welcomes tourists, please note that flight jl008 from Tokyo to Boston will arrive at this station at 18:25..."

The interior of Boston Logan International Airport is brightly lit.

Outside the huge floor-to-ceiling windows, a plane is slowly landing...

…

This is Jiang Guling's second trip abroad.

It takes 13 hours to fly nonstop from Tokyo to Boston. Angustra booked an evening flight. Considering the time difference between the flight time and the two places, it was also evening when they arrived at their destination.

Tourists around come and go in a hurry, and many people communicate while walking. Furutani Ling listened to a few words in silence, and found that it was indeed very different from Japanese native English.

The language environment that he had learned but was still very unfamiliar reminded him of the situation when he went to France last time, which made him look back at Angostura.

Angostella has been very busy these days, always leaving early and returning late, only staying in the villa at night, and never asking them to go to the training ground for practice.

"...You have a flight in three hours, and you can go to eat something during the transit time. There is a restaurant there that tastes good and the price is relatively normal,"

Angostella's back was turned to him, completely unaware that he was looking at him, concentrating on talking to Ley.

"…good."

Ley's tone was a little uncomfortable, he seemed to be touching something with his left hand in his pocket, and at the same time glanced at the smoking area.

Unlike Angostella and Furutani Zero who had already packed their luggage, he was empty-handed. He will have to go through the connecting procedures later and go to Toronto, Canada for other tasks.

"Contact me if you have any questions." Angostella urged again worriedly.

Ley nodded and turned to leave.

Jiang Gu Ling watched his dark back disappear into the crowd, lost in thought.

They were driven by Zhufu Jingguang to the airport, and then came here on the same plane. Ley was so reticent all the way, only when Angostella talked to him, he would answer a few words sentence.

It is said that the person who understands you best is your enemy. Rei Fuguya has always found Ley gloomy and unlovable, but this time it is a little different.

— This time, there was a bit of indescribable depression in his silence.

...Is Canada's task difficult?

"We should go, Bourbon."

Angustra's voice interrupted Furutani Rei's thoughts, he looked away, and the two walked towards the exit together.

"I checked the map before I came. The hotel we booked is not far from here. Should we go there by bus or by taxi?"

Logan International Airport is very close to the center of Boston, less than 20 minutes by car, and only 15 minutes to the Massachusetts Institute of Technology where Angustra studied. The hotel they booked is next to the main campus of the university.

However, their mission this time has nothing to do with the university, it is for the invitation of Gray Crowe by Syndora Corporation.

It is said that this American IT giant is developing an unprecedented holographic game, which has entered the first beta stage, and specially invited this talented young man who used to be famous in the American IT field to participate in the test as the first batch of players.

Angostella was tasked with experiencing this brand new technology, and Rei Furutani was tasked with staying outside to keep him safe while he entered the game.

"Manhattan said he'd come get us..."

Just as Angustra stood on the side of the road, a black Ford Focus stopped beside him.

Jiang Gu Ling recognized it as a modified car at a glance, and the windows were all made of professional and strong bulletproof glass.

The car window lowered slowly, revealing a slightly familiar face of Jiang Guling. When he was hospitalized last year, he had seen each other.

"Long time no see, Angostella, Amuro...ah no, I should call you 'Bourbon' now."

An Asian man who used to be a U.S. Special Forces soldier greeted them with a smile.

"Get in the car, I'll take you to the hotel."

——

Returning to Boston, where he stayed for several years and left many good memories, Jing Baiye's mood was not as good as expected.

Outside the car window, the lights of the buildings along the river were reflected on the sparkling river. The blurred light and shadow swayed gently with the water, as beautiful as an oil painting. This was the beauty he had seen countless times when he was studying here.

In the past, he would reach out and touch the subordinate sitting in front, asking him to take a look at the scenery he likes too.

But now he doesn't want to do it.

The bad mood made him want to do nothing.

Bourbon, who was sitting in the front, seemed to sense that he was in a bad mood, and looked at him through the rearview mirror of the car. The fearful, docile and cautious eyes made Jing Baiye look away.

He took out his mobile phone, and it was the email Shirley had sent him before he left.

【Qian Duoduo can move around by himself, shall I send it back to your home? —sherry]

Seeing that "home", Jing Baiye felt even more irritable, but he quickly suppressed it. He couldn't be mad at innocent Shirley, she was his very important friend.

【Okay, sorry to trouble you. I'll bring you the latest brand-name bags. Is there anything you want? Send me the sign and picture...]

He lowered his head to think, and he maintained this movement without looking up. He focused entirely on communicating with his friends.

【…If you have anything else you want, you can also tell me. —angostura】

Before receiving Shirley's reply, the car had already arrived at the hotel.

Bourbon got out of the car to carry his luggage, and when he passed the rear door, he took a look inside.

Jing Baiye got out of the car and walked to the driver's seat, Manhattan lowered the window again, and he turned to look at him: "Why did you come to pick me up?"

"I happen to have a mission in Boston these days, so that gentleman asked me to pick you up." Manhattan glanced at Bourbon's position behind him, and suddenly lowered his voice and said to Jing Baiye: "—By the way, he is also in Boston. "

Then he said in a normal voice: "I didn't expect you to come to the United States suddenly. I planned to invite you to eat cheesecake... How long will you stay this time? Do you want to go to New York?"

"Let's talk about it after the task is completed." Jing Baiye said.

Bourbon finished moving the luggage quickly, and Manhattan drove away, leaving the two of them staring at each other.

"...Angestra, should we send an email to Scotland to report safety? You sent it when you went to France last time." Bourbon asked softly, as if making some excessive request.

Jing Baiye looked at this subordinate ~lightnovelpub.net~ who didn't speak English very well but was brought to America by him ~lightnovelpub.net~ and was silent for a moment.

…finally, he nodded.

…

He felt like a blindfolded tightrope walker.

The whole person stepped on the steel wire between the cliffs. The performance was smooth at first, but the cold wind between the cliffs suddenly blew his body shaking, and the blindfold almost fell off.

Now he has several options: put on the blindfold and continue walking forward as if nothing happened, or simply quit this performance that is about to end... Even if he does fall, he can guarantee that he will not be injured, just as in the past.

He had so many options, and he should have been able to choose any of them with ease.

But his heart was empty, and he didn't know what to do.

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