Violators Club

Chapter 670 Raymond's Trouble

Chapter 670 Raymond's Trouble
Blue, yellow and red.

The air was cold and damp, and the gray sky was a thick layer of dark clouds that blew in the wind. Through the blurred glass, Raymond could see a vertical tricolor flag fluttering outside the window.

This is Romania, an ancient country with a long history.

The surrounding architectural style is very primitive, ancient European shape, square high-rise building head, there is a pointed conical roof like a palace, in the irregular marble and granite gaps, clusters of emerald green moss grow tenaciously.

The surroundings were very quiet, and Raymond, who was standing in the corner, frowned.

He subconsciously tightened the windshield coat on his body, and he didn't know if it was his illusion. He always felt that the sky seemed to be raining, and there was a gloomy aura of heavy rain around him.

There are old large bricks and stones under the feet. Raymond, who lives in the bustling city all the year round, has not seen this kind of road for a long time. Generally, this style can only be barely seen in medieval tourist towns.

And also when there are few people.

Raymond felt something was wrong, but he couldn't say why.

The eerie silence around him made him faintly uneasy!

"Hey, anyone?"

"I need a cup of hot tea and two sandwiches, and I'm willing to pay twenty dollars for that."

However, there was no response from the surroundings, only his voice echoed in this ancient narrow alley.

"Boom!"

A flash of lightning flashed across the sky, and a cold wind blew in an instant, and the thick black windproof coat was instantly blown on the head. Raymond felt a burst of coolness, as if the wind had blown into his bones.

At the same time, a black figure flashed in front of Raymond.

This made him froze for a moment, and subconsciously shouted:
"Debby, is that you?"

But the other party didn't respond, or it could be said that it had already flashed in front of his eyes, and his usually calm and wise brain became idiot at this moment, as if his brain had been dug out by a zombie.

Raymond subconsciously chased after him.

After sprinting for two or three steps, there was a turn in the road ahead, and Raymond instinctively looked in the direction where the shadow left.

Then he saw a purgatory-like scene, the ground was covered with blood, a thick layer, even submerged his thighs, and in the blood-red river, there were familiar corpses floating one after another.

Floating towards him was an arm with black skin, thick muscles, and a familiar palm that reminded him of Dempby.

There seemed to be something under his feet, and Raymond bent down to pick it up subconsciously. It was Mr. Kaplan's glasses. This meticulous lady would never take off her glasses, and it was at the moment Raymond got up.

He saw a head.

This is Little Bean Dinglen from the DMV. Although he is a dwarf, he has the smartest brain in the world.

In many cases, the omnipotent Raymond also needs his help.

Although Raymond said he didn't like him very much, he knew that this was his friend.

The corpses of familiar corpses were soaked in blood like this, but what broke Raymond the most was that he saw a charred bear puppet floating on the ground!

"Gene? No, it's impossible, she won't die!"

The panicked Raymond rushed over subconsciously, trying to grab the teddy bear, but the next moment, a cold palm pierced through the skin, muscle tissue, and bones from the back.

After breaking through the protection of the chest cavity, it penetrated the entire chest extremely quickly!
Staring blankly at the pale, almost bloodless palms with sharp scarlet nails, a large amount of darkness enveloped them, like a phantom of death, and the icy cold feeling made Raymond exclaim.

The whole person suddenly stood up from the chair at the airport, subconsciously putting his palms on his waist.

However, before he could take out the pistol, a big thick hand pressed down on his wrist, and then Raymond woke up from the nightmare. He looked at Deby next to him, and Mr. Kaplan on the opposite side worried. eyes.

I couldn't help but let out a long sigh of relief—fortunately, this was just a dream.

On the other side, Mr. Kaplan pushed the academic glasses hanging on the bridge of the nose. Regardless of his clothes or temperament, Mr. Kaplan gave people a serious and old-fashioned look. He passed the coffee in his hand, with a bit of worry on his brows:

"Raymond, are you having nightmares again? Your face is so ugly."

With a pale face and beads of sweat hanging on his vain cheeks, Raymond took the coffee and subconsciously took a sip:
"Thank you for the coffee."

As if the electricity bill was free, the air conditioner in the VIP lounge was turned on to the maximum, and Raymond, who was sweating profusely, shivered.

The warm coffee flowed into the stomach and spread to the limbs, which refreshed Raymond, but he still said with a look of disgust: "The coffee at the New York airport is still as bad as ever."

Mr. Kaplan next to him ignored it, and she looked at Raymond seriously:
"You haven't answered the question I just asked."

With a pensive look on his face, Raymond seemed to be remembering something.

His expression was somewhat intoxicated, as if he was weaving a sweet dream:
"It was an unforgettable dream, with lawns, tulips, beautiful houses, and a table full of food, bigger than the previous Thanksgiving dinner in Lyon."

Unfortunately, the next moment, the sweet dream was ruthlessly broken by Mr. Kaplan:
"But I remember we went to a fast food place on Thanksgiving and it was just fish and chips."

Raymond: "..."

The tulips are gone, the lawn is gone, and the straight coconut tree in front of the door has also turned into broken foam.
The silent Raymond flicked his hat, tilted his head, with a somewhat helpless expression:

"So the question is, why shouldn't coffee go with fish and chips?"

Mr. Kaplan on the side nodded, and turned his head to look not far away at Dengby, who was as powerful as an iron tower, but remained silent: "Although he is a little delirious, at least he can make a joke, which shows that the situation is not the worst."

Dunby didn't speak, his character was taciturn, or he knew from the beginning that Raymond's state was fine.

On the other hand, Raymond shrugged, with a look of pride and pride on his face:

"Look, I'm just fine."

As he said that, he looked at Dengby next to him, and asked impatiently, "Denby, I need some good news to cheer me up. Tell me quickly, when will my good friend arrive?"

Dunby glanced at the time hanging on the wall, and said in a deep and deep voice:
"If you fly normally, there are still three hours."

Three hours?

This made Raymond roll his eyes involuntarily, looking like he was about to collapse:
"Come on, you know United's planes are never normal."

Mr. Kaplan, who caught the opportunity, had a staid and serious appearance, but he had a poisonous mouth that was completely opposite to his image.

She pushed the glasses on the bridge of her nose, and said very sharply: "The answer is correct, but there is no reward. I deduce that there will be a delay of at least one hour and five ten minutes, because the airline will lose money if it exceeds two hours."

Why are planes often delayed?

This question is actually very easy to answer. The airline said that it was due to the weather, air traffic control, mechanical failure and other unnutritive words, but the actual reason was because of the cost.

If you observe carefully, you will find that the flight of the aircraft in the sky does not always maintain the same speed.

The same aircraft, the same route, may be thousands of kilometers per hour when it is fast, and only seven or eight hundred kilometers when it is slow.

It's like running at high speed to save fuel, accelerating for a certain distance, and then decelerating for a certain distance.

The fuel consumption of a Boeing 747 is 10-11 tons per hour. The price of a ton of aviation gasoline is 25000-30000 yuan, and the price of a ton of aviation kerosene is 3000-5000 yuan. Depending on the type of aircraft, the mission is different, and the fuel used is also different. .

But generally speaking, the fuel cost for voyage should be between 4000-12000 yuan per ton.

The cost savings per voyage may not seem like much.

But a little adds up, and it costs hundreds of thousands, or even millions of dollars a year.

At the same time, what the airline needs to pay is at most a piece of food for compensation for the delay of the plane, and it takes more than two hours. Want to get monetary compensation from the airline?
A delay of at least eight hours or more is required.

Based on the above, for airlines, the pilot who delays the plane is the best pilot!
Raymond knew very well what the worms at United Airlines were thinking, but he had no choice but to curse inwardly at this moment:
"These bloody capitalists!"

(End of this chapter)