My own war game

Chapter 380 Incheon Airport
Peninsula, Incheon, temporary airport.

A C-54 Skymaster transport plane slowly landed, with soldiers waiting on the side to load and unload supplies from the plane.

The hatch opened and more than a dozen people in plain clothes walked out one after another. Their behavior was out of place with the soldiers next to them, but they were not questioned by the soldiers next to them.

Female reporter April stood in the empty airport holding her suitcase and looked around blankly.

The mysterious informant who provided her with clues was very powerful. Not only did he provide her with a boat ticket to Japan, he also contacted a US military plane to fly to Incheon for her when there was no civil aviation at all.

But now she seemed to have no idea what to do next. After all, the difference between the military airport and the civil aviation she had taken before was too great.

There was no one to greet her at the airport, and there were soldiers standing all around with guns. It seemed that someone would come up and question her at any second.

Just as she was confused, a feeling of turmoil suddenly hit the girl from her stomach.

Woo~~ Uh~~~
April held onto the railing beside her, bent over and retched continuously. The turbulence, noise and ubiquitous smell of engine oil on the plane almost made her vomit.

In the past, American female reporters had the impression that flying on an airplane was a fashionable and enviable thing. They only needed to enjoy the journey elegantly and leave the rest to the polite flight attendants.

Who knew it would be like this.

She never wants to ride on a military plane again!
woo~~~
The feeling of vomiting interrupted the female reporter's thoughts again, and she quickly covered her mouth with her hands.

"Are you OK?"

A gentle female voice sounded in her ears, and a piece of ladies' tissue was handed to her from the side. The fresh smell on it made April feel a lot more comfortable instantly.

"Thank you, thank you. I'm not used to such a bumpy journey." April thanked him in a low voice. At this time, she found that there was a beautiful blonde beauty behind her.

A brown trench coat, a white cotton shirt, and a pair of neutral flat shoes under black trousers. This ordinary outfit looks particularly heroic on a woman.

The beauty opposite exuded a capable, cheerful and independent feminine temperament from the inside out. Although she looked very young on the outside, April subconsciously put her in the position of a senior.

"Kristen Smith, Peninsula Observer for the French Times." The blonde woman extended her hand in a friendly manner.

"April Monica, The Washington Post, nice to meet you." The American girl reached out her hand, and the girl opposite pulled her up.

After standing up, April leaned against the wall with a grim expression, breathing slightly. The blonde girl opposite her looked at her and suddenly reached out to pinch her slender leg in an impolite manner.

The American female reporter was shocked. She had heard rumors that some elite women in the workplace were lesbians. She subconsciously tried to dodge, but she didn't expect the other party to act very quickly and grab her calf.

"I'm sorry, I, I'm not..." April tried to struggle with a red face, but soon she felt soreness and swelling in her calves, and the feeling of nausea was instantly relieved a lot.

"Relax, kneading here can reduce the feeling of motion sickness. Are you feeling better now?" asked the blonde beauty with a smile.

"Incredible, Ms. Christine, are you a doctor?" April asked in surprise.

"It's just some little tricks for traveling. Someone taught me this." The other person's confident smile was as gentle as a spring breeze, which made April feel a little ashamed.

A lemon candy was placed in April's palm, and she smiled and said, "It would be better to eat something sour at this time. You should take a rest before taking action."

Then the woman named Christine prepared to leave.

"Please wait a moment! Miss Christine, please wait a moment!" April hesitated for a few seconds and suddenly shouted behind her.

"Anything else?" The blonde looked back at her, holding a small suitcase in her hand.

"Excuse me...Excuse me, where is the ticket gate?" April mustered up the courage to ask the question in her mind. A look of surprise flashed across her eyes, and Christine turned around and walked over, looking at the young reporter again. "Is this your first time on a military plane?"

"Um... yes." April hesitated and nodded.

"Didn't the person who arranged the flight tell you?"

"I haven't actually met him. My informant helped arrange the plane... Well, I want to go to Seoul for an interview next." April said in an uncertain voice.

The blonde woman stared at her and thought for a few seconds, then turned around and said, "Come on, I'll take you out. Remember, don't speak casually."

The two of them walked towards the exit together, the difference being that Kristen walked in front with her head held high and confident, while April followed nervously behind her.

Surprisingly, the guard at the gate let the two people pass without even looking at them. Christine just had a brief exchange with the other party when passing the last checkpoint and then walked out of the airport with the female reporter.

"Why don't they check?" April was completely confused about the current situation.

"Why check?" the blonde asked back.

"Because..." April was stuck, she couldn't answer it herself.

"Come here, I'll explain it to you, so you don't get into trouble later."

The blonde pointed to the area in front of them. "This is Incheon Airport, the most important military transport hub in the central part of the peninsula. The airport's runways, facilities, and manpower are almost all used for military transport, so there is no civil aviation business at all."

"In other words, those who board military planes as non-military personnel at this time all have connections with the military's upper echelons. Those soldiers are just rude, but they are not stupid, so they would not bother themselves by coming up to check."

"I see." April then revealed a look of realization, and then she asked in a low voice, "Ms. Christine, how are you going to leave later?"

"My husband will come to pick me up." The blonde's face was filled with a happy smile.

"Hey?! Are you married?!"

Squeak!

Just as he finished speaking, there was a sound of brakes, and an American jeep stopped in front of the airport. A man in a light-colored jacket looked over here from the car.

"Are you going to Seoul, Miss Christine?" the man asked with a smile in accented English, opening his arms.

Miss Christine happily went up to her and hugged her.

"Get in the car, I'll take care of the rest." The man gently opened the car door.

The blonde girl gestured to the female reporter while holding her luggage, and then prepared to ride away.

At this time, April called her from behind again.

"Please wait a moment! Ms. Christine, I also want to go to Seoul. Can I take a ride? I can pay!" April raised the wallet in her hand, looking very anxious.

Christine hesitated for a moment, then looked back at the man, confirmed with him and nodded.

The car started. Perhaps because she was too tired, April fell asleep in the back seat after taking the water handed to her by the other party.

(End of this chapter)