"If anyone is not honest, then give him a knife directly, anyway, he has already killed people today, so it doesn't matter how many more people he kills. Pen Fun Pavilion www.biquge.info"

The white shirt explained.

"Second brother, don't worry! I get it. ”

Humpty Dumpty replied with a smile.

The white shirt swaggered into the cockpit with a pocket gun in hand.

Sitting in the main driver's seat on the left side of the cockpit, the captain was an uncle in his fifties, with a thin face and gray hair, and when he saw the white shirt come in, his face was calm, and his hand was motionless on the control stick of the plane.

The co-pilot sitting in the passenger seat on the right side of the cockpit was a young man with an immature face who looked like he had just come out of aviation school.

He saw that the white shirt was so arrogant, and walked in with a figure-eight step, and saw the bright red blood stains on the white shirt, and his face showed an angry look: "How can you be so cruel? ”

"Killing pays for your life, you won't have a good end!"

"Hey, hey, hey!"

The white shirt smiled, held the gun in his right hand, gestured to the captain and the co-pilot, and habitually put the glasses on the bridge of his nose left and right and said, "You can't get used to it, do you?" ”

"Very good, I like people like you who don't understand the situation and like to stand up and act bravely, because this kind of person is used to kill chickens and make an example of monkeys, which is very good."

"Anyway, the posture of this plane, one person is enough, you are redundant to live, and you are a waste of air?"

"It's better to die!"

The white shirt said in a flat tone, and raised the pistol smoothly, aiming it at the head of the co-pilot with a young and immature face.

"Bang!"

Bang!

The captain, who was sitting on the left side, heard the rush sound, and his hands, which were originally as steady as Mount Tai on the operating stick of the plane, couldn't help but shake a few times.

Hitting the target at such a close range, even if the muzzle kinetic energy of this pocket pistol is less than 200 joules, it also produces an effect similar to that of a headshot in CS.

The co-pilot's young, immature and angry expression froze.

When the bullet entered his forehead, it was just a small hole the size of a bean.

But when it pierced through the oblique back of the head, it had already brought out a fist-sized skull.

In an instant, red liquids and white objects like bean blossom jelly splattered everywhere in the cabin.

The nearest white shirt was also splashed on his face.

"Tsk!"

He didn't care at all, and stuck out his tongue and **** the red and white thing next to his lower lips: "It's very hot, it tastes good!" ”

The white shirt lifted his left foot and directly lost half of his head, and the co-pilot, who was crooked to one end, kicked off the co-pilot's seat.

After he sat down, he took the pocket gun in his hand and gestured to the captain on the side: "Old guy, you are left alone now, if you don't want to die, then fly the plane well, if you want to die, it's simple, squeak with the uncle, give you a shot, it's simple and trouble-free." ”

"It just so happens that I bought this aircraft driver's license before, and I have always wanted to find a chance to try it to see if it is reliable!"

What the white shirt didn't see was the captain's eyes red and tears in his eyelids.

He didn't even notice that the gray-haired captain was indeed similar to the co-pilot who died under his gun, and his face was similar.

This gunshot frightened all the people in the business class who were crying and wailing, and the fear quickly spread, from the business class to the economy class, it suddenly became silent and silent.

"Hahaha!"

The white shirt also noticed the change in the atmosphere in the cabin behind him, and he said with a smug smile: "Very good, this is the effect you want, what the book says is really right, killing chickens and monkeys or something, it's best to use.!" ”

Yao Yu, who was facing down, silently counted in his heart.

He felt the intense itching sensation coming from his left arm and left leg, and his heart was full of anticipation: "This zodiac altar is really a cure for all diseases, and I wish to get rid of the injury!" ”

"Five minutes have passed, and there are still five minutes!"

"Now one of the four gangsters has died, and the gun is out of bullets, leaving the one in the hand of the white shirt as threatening."

"As for the third and fourth, they only have folding knives in their hands, and they don't pose much of a threat."

"Now the gangsters think that I have a gunshot wound and there is no threat, and they will definitely not care about me."

"Originally, this is indeed the case, but I can't help but be honest, have the altar and the power of willingness, and the existence of the heavens who is willing to be injured."

"Now as long as I wait for another five minutes, I can heal and recover, as long as I find the right opportunity to kill the second child by surprise, then the remaining two will not be worried!"

"Captain, captain, you must hold back, don't be impulsive!"

"The lives of this whole plane are counting on you. No one but you can fly a plane! ”

Yao Yu secretly looked forward to it in his heart.

"Where to go now?"

The white shirt pointed the gun at the captain's head and asked viciously.

"According to the established route, the destination of this flight is the magic capital."

The captain endured his grief and gritted his teeth.

"Then how far is it from the Demon Capital, and how much time?"

"It's about 1,400 kilometers and it takes ninety-two minutes."

"It's good, it's about the same time distance as I expected."

The white-shirted gangster muttered to himself.

He turned his head to look at the captain: "Now let's start to change directions, I won't go to the magic capital, let's turn around and go back the same way!" ”

When the voice fell, the captain held the hands of the aircraft operating stick and did not move: "The route and time are scheduled by the airport in advance, if you temporarily turn around and return the same way, it may collide with other flights and planes in the air." ”

"I don't care, now this plane is up to me, what bullshit other flights, let them all make way for me, they deserve to die!"

The white-shirted gangster said arrogantly.

"You didn't hear what I said, did you?"

He was furious when he saw that the captain still hadn't turned the plane around.

slapped the captain on the back of the head, and even the captain's hat was knocked off.

The captain's hands, which had been holding on to the operating stick of the aircraft, also swung violently from side to side.

With the change of the operating stick, the plane suddenly became irregular in the air, shaking sharply from side to side.

The white-shirted gangster didn't care, he looked like a desperate, pointed the gun to the captain's head, and said viciously: "Do what I say, otherwise Lao Tzu will let you go to hell!" ”

The captain hesitated.

"Flash, I'll come."

As he spoke, he kicked the captain open, sat in the driver's seat, and as if he had found a novel toy, he began to grasp the aircraft lever and shake it from side to side.

The huge fuselage of the plane also shook and jolted greatly with the swing of the operating stick in his hand.

"Haha!"

"Isn't that all there is to flying!"

"It seems that the plane driver's license I bought online before was really not wrong!"

"Relaxed!"

The white-shirted gangster looked like he was having fun.

"When I brag about it in the future, I can say that I think Lao Tzu flew a plane back then."

He thought and laughed, looking completely crazy.

(To be continued.) )