In the cockpit, the gray-haired captain was kicked to the ground by his white shirt, and then directly pounced on the mutilated body of the co-pilot, and the old tears were all over his face. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

He looked at the white-shirted gangster with loveless and hateful eyes.

"No matter what, it's all a death, my son is dead, and I don't want to live anymore!"

Thinking so, the captain took advantage of the fact that the white-shirted gangster was having a good time playing with the plane and didn't pay attention to him, so he quietly grabbed a baton placed in the cockpit and swung it at the white shirt.

He bit his pale lip and didn't make a sound, just looked into the gangster's eyes, as if he wanted to eat the gangster alive.

"Whew!"

The baton was in the hands of the captain, who was in the pain of losing his son, and with a slight sound of breaking the air, it went straight to the head of the white-shirted gangster.

If this stick hits the gangster's head, it will not be much worse than a bullet at close range, and it is estimated that it will also be the end of a brain burst.

The distance between the baton and the head of the white shirt was only fifty centimeters, and only then did the gangster turn his head alarmedly.

Forty centimeters, the distance between the two is a few points closer.

Thirty centimeters, then the gangster reacted to what was happening in front of him, he wanted to hide, and found that his neck and body were not moving as fast as the baton.

The distance is getting closer and closer, and there are only less than twenty centimeters left, which is the distance of a palm.

The gangster tried to turn the gun around, but he swung his arm far farther than a palm, and the speed was not comparable to that of a baton.

At this point, the baton and his head were left with the last ten centimeters, and they were close at hand.

Subconsciously, his whole body shifted away from the baton, holding a pocket gun in one hand and the aircraft operating stick in the other.

In the process of dodging the batons, the gangster's body also deflected sharply with the aircraft operating stick in his hand.

In the end, when the baton was less than a finger's length from his head, the plane rolled directly in the direction behind the captain.

Under the action of gravity and centrifugal force and a certain degree of inertia, the captain's body, which was barely standing, stumbled to the ground again, stumbling around in the cockpit like a leather ball, breaking his head and bleeding, and his face was full of peach blossoms.

In the end, the captain slammed his head on the dense electronic instrument on the bridge of the plane and passed out.

"Ah......h

"Help!"

"I don't want to die yet!"

Under the unintentional manipulation of the gangsters, the plane rolled over, giving the passengers who were already in a panic a feeling of hell.

Throughout business class and economy class, the mourning resounded all over the world.

Yao Yu also fell into the air in this roll of the plane.

"Gan Lin Lao, you dead old man, Lao Tzu didn't kill you just now, it's your fate, you still want my life!"

The white-shirted gangster was worthy of doing bad things, and his psychological quality was extremely strong, and he came back to his senses in an instant, kicked the captain viciously, and kicked him off the dashboard of the bridge.

He then pulled out his pistol and pointed it at the captain's head without hesitation.

"Second brother, you can't kill it, otherwise no one will start the plane."

Seeing this, the third gangster in the business class shouted anxiously.

"Bang!"

With a bang, the captain instantly went to his son's trail, and was hit by a bullet at close range, half of his skull lifted up, and smashed the electronic instrument panel.

There are also red and white things splashing everywhere, the lookout window, the dashboard, the operating stick, the two seats, and the gangsters themselves, all full of bloody and strange speckled patterns.

The electronic instrument panel in the cockpit, after this toss, also began to spark and was a mess.

"Isn't it just flying a plane!"

"What are you afraid of, I have a certificate, didn't you see that I drove well just now?"

The white-shirted gangster said with a nervous laugh.

While laughing, he also controlled the aircraft control stick to shake from side to side, as if he was playing an airplane simulation game.

“5，4，3，2，1！”

Yao Yu silently counted the numbers, and finally waited for the long-awaited wound to heal.

At this time, the warm current in his body disappeared in an instant, and he suddenly felt that his whole body was full of strength again.

"This guy is crazy, it doesn't look like a hijacker, but like an extremist who is engaged in terrorist attacks, but unfortunately he came to the wrong place, he should go to Japan, Yasukuni Shrine is a good place!"

Yao Yu looked at the hysterical appearance of the white shirt, and thought to himself: "I can't let him do it like this anymore, otherwise everyone on this plane will have to accompany him to finish." ”

He glanced at the two gangsters behind him, and said fiercely in his heart: "Fight, people die and birds will not die for thousands of years!" ”

"I'm brave!"

Yao Yu silently recited the slogan of the Zodiac Altar and shouted out the ugly cow: "I want to open the little lucky halo!" ”

"Moo!"

With the ugly cow's low roar, Yao Yu suddenly felt that his spirit and spirit had become different in an instant.

The body is vaguely surrounded by a faint yellow aura.

“9:59。”

“9:58。”

Outside the altar, a timer resembling a stopwatch also appears.

Yao Yu took advantage of the bump of the plane, swayed, and crawled to the cockpit.

The white-shirted gangster looked back and saw that it was the stupid big guy who had been wounded by a gunshot and was covered in blood.

"Haha, stupid big man, you're not dead yet!"

"I see that you are also in a lot of pain, life is better than death!"

"I'll do a good deed, waste a bullet, and send you on your way."

As he spoke, he raised his hand and pointed the gun at Yao Yu's head.

"Nima! Do you want to! Lao Tzu now looks like a seriously injured person, and the seriously injured will not let go, is there any humanity! ”

Yao Yu didn't expect the other party to play such a game, and almost knelt down.

He can't move now, he doesn't move, and cold sweat is flowing from his head.

"What to do?!"

Yao Yu's mind was suddenly full of searches, and he was struggling to think of countermeasures.

It's a pity that under the close muzzle of the neurotic gangster's white shirt, nothing is used.

"Nima! You ugly cow! Is this the little lucky aura you said the earth effect is powerful? ”

"It shouldn't be the wrong name, turn the bad luck aura into a lucky aura!"

He has already drawn circles in his heart, complaining about ugly cows thousands of times.

Looking at Yao Yu's frightened appearance, the white-shirted gangster looked more and more happy.

"I love watching people look scared the most! It's so beautiful, but it's a pity that it's just like fireworks, it doesn't last long! ”

As he spoke, he pulled the trigger of the pocket pistol with his fingers.

"Click!"

A bang.

The white shirt was stunned, why didn't he hear the expected pleasant sound?

"Jamming, ricocheting?"

Yao Yu looked at the fingers of the white shirt and shot, he was already desperate, he didn't expect it to be a turn of the peak!

He reacted immediately, quickly got up, kicked the ground hard with both thighs, and exerted force.

Like a hungry tiger descending from a mountain, he pounced on the white shirt that was still a little stunned.

The recent update is not powerful.,Said to explode more.,Said to be 400,000 this month.,It's been staying at the level of just talking.,At night, I saw the strong support of the helmsman zxyu.,I saw Huang Laoba and some friends who tirelessly voted for recommendations every day.,And yeka book friends voted for 12 recommendation votes in one go.,Pseudo-house god、Blood-colored eyes、The monthly ticket of Ya'an committee members and others,Grateful。

All right! It's starting to erupt, and from now on, thanksgiving, gratitude,

I was going to sleep, but when I saw the helmsman appear, I silently finished a chapter, went to sleep, and got up tomorrow morning to continue to erupt.

Fitness doesn't stay up late. (To be continued.) )