Chapter 27: Changes in the United States (3)

Coming back to his senses, Mo Li smiled gently at the melon seed-faced stewardess and said, "I'm sorry for you!" Then he walked into the bathroom, ignoring the little face of the woman behind him who was red like a ripe shrimp, and the expectation in her eyes.

Closing the door, locking it, and making sure that there was no one around and no monitoring equipment, Mo Li pulled out a bag of things from his bosom, wrapped in a yellow layer of paper, and opened it to reveal a few rows of bullets and a black Desert Eagle pistol, and hid it in the place where he was most accustomed to keeping guns. He took out a sharp blade from the sandwich of the belt, and with two "clicks", the blade had been successfully installed on the other side of the tie clip, which could be folded or straightened, (when folded, it was just equivalent to the usual tie clip, and when it was straight, it was a sharp dagger) Mo Li folded it up and hid it behind the tie for emergency use.

Bringing these contraband on the plane, without some special means, is simply impossible, the yellow paper, can block all scanning. He's a killer, a killer for too long, and the pistol will never leave him, no matter when or where. He thought that Su Tianyu might never know that there was a pistol in the bed where they slept together.

After sorting out everything, Mo Li returned to his seat, closed his eyes, and thought about it again, the pale man who was Yujian just now, he still decided to get rid of it, if that person appeared in front of Han Kai's old party, he would definitely be able to set off a wave of unknown storms, now is an eventful season, some things, it is better to avoid!

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The cabin is unusually quiet, which always makes people feel depressed, and the faces and postures of the flight attendants have reduced a lot of the oppressive atmosphere.

A soft voice sounded, "Passengers, please pay attention, the plane is about to land, please fasten your seat belts and pay attention to safety." After saying it three times in total, these words stopped, and Mo Li remembered that it was the voice of the melon-faced stewardess, but what did this have to do with him, it should have been a stranger.

Raising his head, he inadvertently saw the melon-seed-faced stewardess who was looking at him with a red face, and Mo Li was still detached and indifferent.

Until the plane landed, all the passengers got off the plane, the flight attendants stood and greeted the passengers, but the melon seed face was still looking at him with burning eyes, since he had seen it, it was always a little unreasonable to turn a blind eye, and frowned in disgust, Mo Li pulled the corners of his lips lightly, smiled at the melon seed face, and walked forward without looking back.

At the pick-up place at Washington International Airport in the United States, Mo Li glanced around, and did not find a single person from the "Black Universe" organization, but a few young men who looked like they could do kung fu. He is low-key. But although he was low-key, he was not credible, the letter was public, the plane was not delayed, but no one picked up the plane, Mo Li suddenly became suspicious in his heart, and at the same time, he was also a little uneasy in his heart.