Chapter 183 Flying to America

Under the moonlight, the white "Boeing 707-8 VIP" made a deafening roar and flew through the clouds into the distance.

This ultra-long-range giant passenger aircraft is the prototype aircraft of the US President's Air Force One.

The original purpose of the design was to provide the most perfect luxury service for the super-rich who are among the billionaires or politicians from various countries.

The entire plane can be called a "sky mansion" and has all the facilities needed for a luxurious vacation, including a gold-decorated bedroom and an ultra-luxurious bathroom.

Flying over the raging Atlantic Ocean, it was as quiet as a giant blue whale wandering in the deep sea.

After Cedric covered Carl with the quilt, he sat on the sofa in the living room of the plane, feeling a little bored.

Through the window next to me, I looked at the dark sea at night.

He really felt a little confused. In the past 15 years of his life, he had never felt as confused as he did at that moment.

In his past life, he knew exactly what he wanted to do and he wanted to study hard and become his father's pride.

Make good friends with everyone you meet and have a wonderful and fulfilling learning experience.

But a year ago, when Carl broke into his life like a wild boar into a porcelain shop.

His life seemed to have completely changed at that moment, and a whole new world appeared before him.

This world is not as bad as other wizards say. Muggles are not stupid at all, and they don't have to do everything by themselves.

On the contrary, they were very smart, and their brilliant philosophical thoughts and magnificent artistic achievements made him extremely intoxicated.

Of course, there is also the technology that even wizards find magical, but behind the beauty, there is cruelty in this world that he cannot understand.

Of course, he had heard from his parents since he was a child that some dark wizards would do extremely cruel and terrible things to Muggles.

But compared to everything he saw in that land, the cruelty of the dark wizards seemed so merciful.

At least they won't be like those perpetrators, who do such cruel things to their own kind and still feel complacent and smug.

And declared himself the victim and the righteous party in the newspaper, in Carl's words.

Compared with pure bad guys, these people are even more disgusting and despicable, because pure bad guys dare to admit what they have done.

He even retained the last bit of fear in humanity for what he had done, and calmly accepted the tragic fate he was about to suffer.

And these people are nothing but a bunch of hypocritical garbage.

Thinking back on it all, Cedric felt like his head was going to explode; his brain was overloaded.

He felt a little tired, and after yawning, Cedric walked to the sofa opposite Carl.

She slowly lay down and looked at Karl sleeping. His long eyelashes were trembling slightly, and his delicate face made people fall in love with him at first sight.

But compared to usual, Cedric found that there was a real calmness on Karl’s face today.

At school, he always felt that the expression on Carl's face was unreal.

He also remembered that there were a few nights when he drank too much water and was woken up by the urge to go to the toilet.

But suddenly I found Karl in the middle of the night, sitting at his desk in pajamas, holding a glass of wine, looking out the window, his eyes full of anger.

"What are you angry about?"

Looking at Carl's face, Cedric muttered half asleep.

"Strawberry, passion fruit, can you add an extra spoonful of honey? Why are you so resistant to desserts?"

"What are you dreaming about?"

Cedric raised his hands high and grabbed in the air, when suddenly he caught something soft and squeezed it lightly.

It felt a bit like dough, but tougher than dough, so he pulled it to both sides with both hands, trying to see the limit of the dough's toughness.

Before he could get the result, he was hit hard on the forehead.

"oops!!"

Cedric cried out in pain and quickly sat up on the sofa, but as soon as he opened his eyes, he saw Karl staring at him.

The two were so close that the tips of their noses were only one centimeter apart.

"What are you dreaming about?" Carl asked again.

Cedric looked at the slightly red skin on both sides of Karl's face, lowered his head in embarrassment, but found that on his body.

Covering Carl with the blanket he had covered him with before, he felt even more embarrassed and quickly changed the subject.

"Nothing, nothing, just thinking of some delicious food. Oh and where are we, where are we going on this trip to America."

Listening to the incomprehensible answer from this stupid guy, Carl was too lazy to talk nonsense with him and pointed to the window next to him.

Cedric quickly looked down through the window, and a huge city with bright lights suddenly appeared under the wing.

The street lights on the highway weave a giant shining web, and the searchlights and neon lights on the tall buildings seem to secretly drip a few drops of color on this spider web.

It turned out that the two of them had slept for almost 7 hours and flew across the Atlantic Ocean from London, England to New York, the crossroads of the world.

"How much do you know about this city?" Carl also turned his head to look out the window and suddenly asked.

“It is the largest city in the eastern United States, and Wall Street, the center of world finance, is also located in this city.”

“There’s also the Statue of Liberty, the Empire State Building, Central Park, Times Square, the Metropolitan Museum of Art, and so much more.”

"I read an introduction to this city in a British travel magazine. It is indeed very attractive."

Cedric said excitedly, with a slightly proud expression on his face.

It was like a puppy who had just picked up a ball thrown by his owner and was waiting to be praised.

But Carl was obviously not a good master, and his slight nod was an acknowledgement of Cedric's work.

Then he said it with disdain in a sarcastic tone.

"What you said is correct. This city is like a young and energetic beauty who is always tireless."

"Dancing in front of the world under the neon lights, no matter how bright and colorful the neon lights are."

"No matter how delicate the makeup on my face is, it can't hide my out-of-shape figure and my declining appearance."

“This city is the facade of the empire, but the empire behind it is already on the countdown of its death.”

Cedric looked at Carl in disbelief and couldn't help but retort.

"That's not right. According to the information I've seen, the United States is now the only superpower in the world."

"Their only opponent fell just last year. How is it possible that the entire country is on the countdown of death?"

"Even if you are sick, someone has to issue a critical illness notice. When will it be issued?"

Hearing this, Carl looked at Cedric in surprise. He first smiled with satisfaction, then searched his body.

But I found that I didn’t bring any cigarettes with me on the plane.

So he took out a bottle from the champagne bucket next to him, poured two glasses of wine, and handed one to Cedric.

Then he clinked glasses with the other person, drank it all, and spoke slowly.

"It seems that you are really not lazy and are beginning to see some problems floating beneath the surface."

"I can answer your question. The critical illness notice was issued on December 1991, 12."

Hearing this time, Cedric's eyes widened, but he didn't expect that Karl's next sentence would surprise him even more.

He just said calmly.

“The leaders who control this giant empire would never have thought that their most powerful opponent would be the one before they slid into the abyss.”

"The last brake pad under your feet."