Allah spoke Arabic to Aru, "Aru, I'll cover you." Whether this sacred mission can be accomplished or not depends on you and Omar. The mentor can only help you get here, and the rest of the way is up to you! ”

is also the rest of his heart, although he has not regretted nine deaths. This is Allah, an outlaw who dares to sacrifice his life for victory, for the sake of the Islamic kingdom in his heart, for the mission in his heart, he has to make a fucking sacrifice at this moment.

Allah rushed into the first-class cabin as he spoke, holding the ceramic dagger in the index finger and thumb of his right hand, his eyes sharp and his nerves tense.

When Air Police Officer B saw a gangster rush into the first-class cabin, he didn't even think about it, poked his head out of the sofa, and shot Allah with a pistol. The ceramic dagger in Ala's hand also flew out under the effect of a strong spinning throwing force, and the target was impressively aimed at the head of Air Police Officer B.

No matter how fast the dart is, it can't compare to the gun, but there is a pop, and the bullet drills into Ala's heart with precision, and a pool of blood splatters out. If time stands still at this moment, a bloody beauty can really be seen.

Allah did not die immediately, he supported his instantly numb body with his trembling legs, and shouted in his mouth: "Allah is supreme, bless my great Islamic State." Amen! ”

Bless, bless your sister! ISBS is so bad, Allah will not be blind to protect you birdmen. Air Police Officer B must not have understood Ala's words, maybe he was not confident in the first shot, so he immediately followed up with another shot, and the bullet drilled into Ala's mouth more accurately, knocking off Ala's four front teeth.

Allah, the ISBS bandit who ran rampant, finally hung up. This moment came late, too late, too late, because this thing killed too many people. Anyway, the moment came. We, the whole world, should applaud this moment. However, if one Allah dies, more Allahs will pour out. It's like Atta, the 911 mastermind who once died, and now there is another Aru.

Allah fell to the ground with a bang, dead and dead.

Does Allah still have a last word to confess? Or do you have an unfulfilled wish? Even if I hung up, I was unwilling to close my eyes and silently accuse this ruthless society.

Perhaps Allah wanted to say something like, "The revolution has not yet succeeded, comrades still need to work", "Long live the Great Islamic State",......。 But it is not ruled out that Alaa wants to see the plane hit the sister tower of Jilongpo and then close his eyes, after all, his mission this time is to hit the plane into the building.

The dart thrown by Allah flew out almost against the right half of Air Police Officer B's face, and the sound of the dart spinning and stirring the wind, or the sound of death, was heard by Air Police Officer B.

A whoosh sounded and disappeared behind his head, and a trail of blood appeared on the right half of Air Police Officer B's face, caused by a cut in the ceramic dagger.

Fortunately, the dagger was not embedded in the head, and the chrysanthemum tightened by the air police B bloomed again. But as soon as the chrysanthemum bloomed, it immediately tightened again, and it couldn't be tighter anymore.

Aru was so angry that he hung up because of his victorious mentor Allah, and he suddenly stood up, raised his gun and pointed his gun at Air Police Officer B, revealing half of his head on the back of the sofa, and pulled the trigger mercilessly. At the same time, his roar also sounded in the cabin, "Die! You all have to bury my victorious mentor, Mr. Allah. ”

One shot was fatal, and the air police were hit in the B braincase, and he died bravely.

In the face of a heinous gangster, Air Police Officer B really tried his best, and his courage was commendable, but his ability was limited. Of course, none of the heroic deeds of Air Policeman B will be known to the world, because his remaining body will soon be reduced to ashes with the plane.

Aru threw away his depleted pistol and ran towards the cockpit with only a bloody kitchen knife.

In the cockpit, Omar somehow found a rope and wrapped it around the neck of the co-pilot Orlando, threatening him to let the plane fly in the direction of the chicken coop slope, preferably directly above the oil sister towers, and the plane would also fly at a lower altitude.

Although Omar does not know how to fly an airplane, he organized special training for him before participating in this mission, which included the essentials of handling the Boeing 797. The organization even built a Boeing 747 driving simulator for Omar to experience. But even so, Omar still can't play with the plane.

The co-pilot, Orlando, finally knows what these gangsters are going to do, and knows that they are going to reproduce 911 and cause disaster for all mankind.

The plane is still in the climbing stage, climbing from 11,000 kilometers to 14,000 meters, and it will continue to climb, but the direction of the flight is biased to the right of the city of Jilongpo, and the flight speed of the plane has also slowed down.

Orlando, as a somewhat responsible co-pilot, would rather sink into the sea with a full load of passengers than have the plane crash into a building, because it would kill more people, even more than the number of people who died in the 911 Twin Towers.

"Fack, why is the plane still climbing? And the route is also off? Omar angrily scolded Orlando, "I could vaguely see the city in front of me just now, why can't I see it now?" Don't treat me as a fool, turn the plane around for me! ”

Orlando must have taken advantage of Omar, almost twisting the nose of the plane ninety degrees and flying in the direction of the Indian Ocean.

Aru ran to the cockpit of the plane in three steps and two steps, and was relieved to see that Omar's little accomplice was still alive.

With a bang, Aru closed the cabin door and pressed a button on the panel where the aircraft engineer lion was sitting. There was a click, and the latching device snapped the door.

"Omar, how long will it take to get to the chicken coop?" Aru asked Omar.

"Half a minute, or less. I've seen the city just now. But this guy is going off course. Omar said, tightening the thread around Orlando's neck.

Xiucai rebelled, and it didn't work out for three years. It's about people like Omar.

"Alright, you can go over and leave it to me." Aru.

"Oh, okay." Omar.

Although Aru and Omar are both Middle Eastern and college students, Aru's appearance is just like his name, rude and tough. Look at the Omar young man, capable, refreshing, even if he joined the ISBS, he still has a bit of a scholarly atmosphere all over his body. Aru usually has a hairy beard and is unkempt, but this time he rarely cleaned the beard on his face, his hair was built, and his clothes were changed into suits, but his murderous aura that couldn't be hidden up and down made people have to treat him as a villain.