133 Travel

Out of the car, a red carpet accompanied them to a plane.

They were already on the landing strip, but that didn't stop the reporters from flocking towards them one more time.

All around the red carpet, security men held off the countless interviewers ready to snatch a hot scoop or a surprising revelation.

As of lately, nothing big had happened, so if they managed to catch something important it could end up on the first page.

"Hans! Could you tell us your opinion regarding this operation?"

"Hans! Could you tell us the chance of success of this gate?"

"Hans Ritcher, could you please confirm the members leading this operation?"

"Hans!..

"Hans…"

"Hans…"

"Hans…"

It got to a point where his ears were hurting after walking only about fifteen seconds on that carpet, so before getting on the plane, Hans decided to shut those loud mouths of theirs off for a few seconds.