Reborn South Africa as a police officer

Chapter 1192 Bodhisattva

When Baekeland was taken away from the Table Mountain Hotel, he didn't know what mistake he had made, and then Baekeland was taken directly to the airport. Only then was Baekeland told that during the time he left New York, his Partner Leslie has represented Bakelite in assigning the Bakelite patent rights to Swinburne, founded by Sir James Swinburne.

"Then, just for this, you guys dragged me out of the hotel and brought me back to the police station. You've already got what you wanted, what else do you want from me?" Baekeland's body was uncontrollable The trembling, the pain of betrayal almost made Baekeland lose his mind.

"Sorry, those policemen misunderstood me. I will take them to apologize to you. There is a plane to Nyasaland in the early morning. Although it is not so comfortable, it is faster than civil aviation. If you don't mind, you You can come with me." O'Connor said sorry, but there was no apology on his face.

Before Baekeland had time to speak, a policeman dragged Baekeland's luggage over and sent it directly to the plane parked on the tarmac.

Baekeland stopped talking, even if he minded, there was no room for objection.

O'Connor was right. The comfort of a cargo plane was indeed inferior to that of a passenger plane. The plane shook violently when it took off. Baekeland was still wearing the pajamas of the Table Mountain Hotel. Pale, this is his first time flying.

O'Connor had already gotten used to the turbulence of the cargo plane. Seeing Baekeland's appearance next to him, O'Connor took out a silver jug ​​from the pocket of his windbreaker and took a big sip, then handed the jug to Baekeland.

Baekeland's face turned pale, and he took the jug from O'Connor's hand, followed O'Connor's example and took a long gulp, before spitting it all out with a wow.

O'Connor frowned immediately. The cabin of the plane was full of goods, and the smell of alcohol was really not very pleasant in the small space.

Baekeland couldn't complain. He knelt on the floor of the cabin and almost vomited his stomach out. His clothes were also covered with filth. He lay on the ground rolling his eyes like a dead fish and panting heavily.

At this time, the plane was gradually entering the level flight stage. O'Connor helped Baekeland find the replacement clothes from Baekeland's box and threw them on Baekeland's chair.

When Baekeland struggled to get up, he actually thanked him politely. The behavior of drinking may be very suitable for O'Connor, but it is definitely not suitable for Baekeland.

O'Connor didn't realize it. When Baekeland was changing clothes, O'Connor ran to the cockpit and slammed on the door, and then hid directly in the cockpit and could not come out.

After changing his clothes, Baekeland also felt that the smell was really unpleasant, but there was no way to clean it up on the plane, so Baekeland followed O'Connor's example and also smashed the door.

"What are you doing?" O'Connor looked ugly when he opened the door.

Baekeland's face became even uglier.

O'Connor glared at Baekeland for a while, but finally moved away angrily.

There are two drivers in the cockpit, and in addition to the two driver's seats, there is only one spare seat.

Baekeland went out and dragged the suitcase over, and sat on the suitcase by himself, leaning against the door of the cockpit.

"You guys are quite comfortable with this job. If possible, I would also like to be a pilot—" The noise in the cabin was a bit loud, and O'Connor chatted with the co-pilot at the top of his voice.

The co-pilot who was looking at the map didn't speak, and directly gave O'Connor a middle finger.

"How much money do you make a month? Do you have 100 rand?" O'Connor was very interested in the life of a pilot.

"More than - at least one thousand!" The co-pilot was full of malice.

"Hahahaha——" O'Connor raised his head and laughed wildly. One thousand is impossible, and even one hundred is impossible.

However, the salary of pilots is indeed a little more than that of ordinary jobs, but the amount is limited, about thirty or forty rand a month.

In fact, there are many.

After laughing, O'Connor reverted to his old ways and took out the flagon to ask the co-pilot to drink.

The co-pilot looked at O'Connor with frightened eyes, and made a warning gesture to O'Connor.

O'Connor put the wine jug back in embarrassment. On other people's territory, he still had to restrain himself.

At this time, the earth was still pitch black, but the sky in the distance was white, and the stars could be seen in the sky. The boundless night was like a beautiful crystal music box. The plane was flying alone in the sky, and there was a sense of absurdity wandering the world. .

At [-] o'clock in the morning, the plane landed at an unknown airport. O'Connor finally had the opportunity to ask someone to clean the cabin, and then O'Connor and Baekeland were kicked out of the cockpit.

"Persevere, we will arrive in Los Angeles around eleven o'clock." The plane had to stop at the airport for an hour, and O'Connor took Baekeland to have breakfast. To express his apology, O'Connor took the initiative to pay.

Baekeland was not thinking about paying the bill. Although the restaurant in the cabin was simple, it provided a lot of food, including milk omelets, some pastries that Baekeland had never eaten, and a special drink.

The drink looks similar to American Coca-Cola, but tastes very different.

Coca-Cola was founded in 1886. Before that, in 1885, Georgia, the inventor of Coca-Cola Pemberton, issued a ban on alcohol, so Pemberton wanted to prepare a non-alcoholic beverage to replace people's demand for alcohol. , Coca-Cola was invented in this context.

Up to now, there have been many kinds of cola in the American market. Coca-Cola was the first to be launched and the most famous, but it has not yet reached the level of dominating the market.

Baekeland also drank Coca-Cola, but he didn't like the taste of Coca-Cola. On the contrary, Baekeland liked the slightly sour but generally sweet drink provided by the airport.

"This is sour plum soup, a traditional summer drink. The main ingredients are black plum, hawthorn, tangerine peel, osmanthus, licorice, and rock sugar." O'Connor explained in detail. In fact, there are all ingredients written on the bottle, but Baekeland can't read Chinese characters.

"Can it be produced on a large scale?" Baekeland is concerned about whether there is a chance. The anger of being dragged out of the warm blanket in the morning has long since disappeared without a trace.

"It should be possible. This is a product launched by a South African company, and it is sold throughout southern Africa." O'Connor doesn't know much about the process of large-scale production, but there should be a method. When he was in Los Angeles, O'Connor had to drink more than a dozen drinks a day bottle.

"God, more than a dozen bottles! You really don't want to live." Baekeland felt unbelievable. If there were more than a dozen bottles of a drink like Coca-Cola a day, it would be hard to say whether he would die or not, and his teeth would definitely be broken.

As for how expensive dentists in the United States are, no one knows.

"Hahaha——" O'Connor didn't talk nonsense, and directly paid for a box of sour plum soup, which he planned to drink on the plane later.

Baekeland thought for a while, and then cast his eyes on pasta.

"Buns! This is the essence of our southern Africa. I haven't eaten bread since I ate buns. Compared with buns with many flavors, bread should be fed to pigs—" O'Connor said too much Absolutely, but you can't ask too much of O'Connor, after all, operators don't need to think dialectically.

Baekeland didn't refute, and tried to eat a few more. As expected, the taste was very rich, and it was indeed better than bread.

So when he returned to the plane, Baekeland brought two baskets of buns as snacks on the way.

Not long after the plane took off this time, Baekeland suddenly heard a bang, and then felt the plane shake violently, and then the fuselage of the plane tilted a little.

"What the hell is going on?" O'Connor's terrified voice changed. The plane is now at an altitude of more than 2000 meters. If you are not careful, you will be killed.

"It doesn't matter, there is good news and bad news. The bad news is that we lost one engine, and the good news is that we still have three—" The co-pilot was crow-mouthed. Before the voice fell, another loud noise came from outside the cabin.

The co-pilot directly opened the side window, and then said with a pale face: "I want to correct my words, now we have lost two engines—"

The plane tilted even more seriously at this time, the captain was not in the mood to be funny, and shouted to the co-pilot, asking the co-pilot to help control the fuselage, and asked O'Connor and Baekeland to return to the cabin immediately and find a way to fix themselves in their seats.

O'Connor and Baekeland literally scrambled and rushed back to the cabin. When O'Connor was looking for the rope, he found that Baekeland was reciting a prayer with words.

"Stop praying, quickly find something to fix yourself—" O'Connor yelled at Baekeland, but Baekeland turned a deaf ear.

Through the porthole of the cabin, O'Connor could see that the engine on the side of the plane was already glowing and burning.

"God, Bodhisattva, Lord, God—" O'Connor's eyes straightened, and he recited all the gods he knew, feeling the necessity of prayer for the first time.

At this time, apart from praying, O'Connor and Baekeland really couldn't do anything.

However, God is not in the world. The prayers of O'Connor and Baekeland had no effect. A burning engine suddenly fell off and fell directly from the sky.

O'Connor exclaimed again and again, frantically looking for paper and pens.

"What are you doing?" Baekeland finally finished his prayer.

"Look for a paper and pen to write a suicide note. The money I earned desperately can't be cheap for those vampires at the Rand Bank—" O'Connor found the paper and pen, but under the violent shaking, he couldn't write anything at all.

At this moment, perhaps by divine help, although the fuselage was still seriously deflected, the plane miraculously recovered its balance, circled in the air, and flew crookedly towards the airport not far away.

O'Connor and Baekeland remained motionless, fearing that even a slight movement would affect the balance of the plane.

Through the porthole, O'Connor finally saw the cleared airport runway, and countless ground crews were rushing towards the runway with fire extinguishers.

(End of this chapter)