The Nite had just crossed over the twinkling lights of Monaco when he took off.
Arengarwa's contact with Ash for the second time. He reached out for the bag because he got airsick, but he didn 't even puke! Just finish it
His latest news seemed to be a fuzzy flash. But the events of this night...
All of which no longer exist. What's going on? It all spiraled out of control like a whirlpool that destroyed everything in its path. And what have I gotten myself into?
"Arengarosa walked into the wheelhouse with two men trembling. We need to change her destination.
She threw the pilot at him and laughed. You're not joking, are you?
No, I have to go to the hospital.
It's a plane, Father, not a taxi.
I 'il pay you an extra, of course If I don't get in for an hour,
North, and it only requires a directional twist, so...
It's not about money, there's more to it.
Ten thousand euros. And pay it to you now."
The pilot met toward him, and his eyes were widened from shock. "What did you say? How much? A priest.
You to carry money like that?
ARANGARUZA GOES BACK, GOT HIS BLACK WALLET, OPENS IT, AND TAKES A CONDITION OUT
He gave it to the pilot.
What is this?" The pilot asked him.
It's a 10,000-euro bearer bond drawn on the Vatican bank, the pilot's dida, as if he suspected the priest's words.
"Money is money only ". The pilot said he gave it back.
Aritgarusa felt he was going to fall one night, pull to the pilot's parking door.
It's a matter of life and death. "You should help me with a diamond to go to London."
The pilot took a look at Arregarosa's gold ring. Are those real diamonds?
"Regaroa looked at the rough," I could never unseal the pilot as pious and met and began to gaze beyond the glass eyebrow. I feel
Arengarosa is deeply saddened. He looked at the ring. Everything about this ring was about to be lost anyway. Moments later, he took the ring off his finger and gently placed it on a board
Driving.
Arringarosa silently exited the corner of the pilot and returned to his position. And after 15 years of work,
Two, Arigrosa felt that the pilot had tilted the plane a few degrees north.
However, he felt that his moment of struggle had been lost.
The case began as a sacred one, with superhuman intelligence plotted. As for
Now she's crumbling like a house of cards. The end was not clear in sight
