Hojo Shouko was on a civilian airplane for the first time.
The CIA booked her a first-class ticket. The environment was excellent, with champagne, drinks, delicious Western dishes, and fruit, all expenses covered by the CIA.
The seats were not cramped like ordinary seats and could be reclined for sleeping.
She lay down to sleep for a while, and when she woke up, she had already arrived in London.
The weather in London wasn't very good today.
The sky was overcast, as if a storm was about to break.
Hojo Shouko was a bit surprised that she had slept for over ten hours straight.
She disembarked from the first-class VIP channel, where a red carpet was laid out, and at the end of the carpet stood a middle-aged man with blonde hair.
He wore a well-tailored suit and was accompanied by four sharp-eyed CIA agents.
"You must be Ms. Hojo. I'm Jack. Morimoto should have told you that in London, your accommodations, meals, and stays will be handled by me."
