"That's a must, my technology is in the organization, I dare to say second, no one dares to say first." One of them took off the black hood from his face and revealed his true face, a young man of about seventeen or eighteen years old.

Young people in the Middle East are like this, they have experienced all kinds of wars at a young age, and they are familiar with all kinds of weapons, pistols, machine guns, stray bullets, rocket launchers, and even tanks, these things are like food and water, they are essential things in their lives, without these things, they are just lambs to the slaughter, they are born in this environment, they must adapt, otherwise they will only die.

"You kid, don't brag, okay, but today you really made a great contribution, let's go over and see, what valuable things can be found, no, this is a private jet, it looks like a rich man bought it, there must be a lot of gold, silver and jewelry in it, we have made a lot of money."

Next to the young man stood a bearded man in his thirties, with a deep scar on his face that extended to his neck, who patted the young man on the shoulder and laughed.

"I'm not bragging." The young man wanted to say something, but the uncle had already crossed the low barrier and walked downstairs, and he could only follow him closely, both of them carrying an AK-47, wearing boots, the pace was vigorous, not fast or slow, the eyes were vigilant from time to time, and the nerves were highly tense, and at a glance he knew that he was the kind of person who had been in the war environment for a long time.

The middle-aged man took the lead, followed by the young man, and the two walked towards the place where the plane crashed.

Blazing flames, billowing smoke drifted into the sky, and the wreckage of the plane was everywhere.

"Be careful, don't go too fast, and be aware of your surroundings." The middle-aged man reminded that although the plane was shot down, he did not lose his experience as a veteran, that is, he did not take the enemy lightly at any time.

"You're too nervous, I don't believe there's anyone alive on this plane unless he's God." The young man laughed and walked forward unscrupulously, not caring at all about the senior's words.

"Maybe I'm too careful." The middle-aged man put away his vigilance a little and walked forward, too, how could ordinary people survive a crashed plane? Especially with this kind of small private jet, it is almost impossible for anyone to survive after the crash, it seems that he is really nervous, even if there are really one or two, it may be fate.

In a general airliner crash, the seats with the greatest possibility of escape are the row of seats facing the emergency exit and the row of seats in front of and behind the emergency exit. The most dangerous seats are those that are 6 rows and more away from the emergency exits. According to the study, passengers sitting in the front of the plane were 65% more likely to safely escape from a fire, while those sitting in the back of the plane were only 53% more likely to escape. Passengers sitting in the aisle have a 64% chance of escaping from a fire, while other passengers have only a 58% chance of escaping safely in this situation.

With 42 people killed and 54 injured, the Yichun air crash shocked the whole country, and the record of 2012 days of safe flight for the civil aviation of Z came to an end. In the aftermath of the crash, the authorities concerned are making efforts to investigate the cause of the accident, and while they are concerned about the cause of the crash and mourning for the victims, there are also heated discussions about the fact that "most of the dead and injured appeared in the back half of the plane" and "where are the safe seats on the plane, the front, the middle, and the tail."

Seventy-eight percent of passengers survive a crash, but first-class passengers all die. In order to maximize the restoration of the air crash scene, British researchers used a 170-seat Boeing 727 to conduct experiments in the Sonora Desert in Mexico. The results of the experiment show that more than 70% of passengers can escape with seat belts and proper protective positions, but because planes usually hit their heads on the ground when they crash, first-class passengers are hardly spared. According to reports, this is the first physical airliner impact experiment conducted by humans in nearly 30 years.

The two finally walked to the vicinity of the crashed plane, a flat desert area.

"Leave it to me here, you take a look over there, put away the valuable things first, and then we will divide them equally." The middle-aged man then commanded.

"Got it." The young man put away his gun, carried it on one shoulder, and searched the area carefully, but he found nothing of value except for the high temperature.

After looking for a while, the young man seemed to lose his patience and began to scold, "MD, do all this rich people pick the door like this?" Private jets are all bought, and there are not even anything valuable, are they all burned out? ”

"Are you looking for us?" A voice reached the young man's ear.

"Huh? Who? The young man's nerves immediately tensed, he raised the AK-47 in his hand, glanced around vigilantly, and found that there was no one, he immediately breathed a sigh of relief and shook his head, could it be that he had auditory hallucinations? He searched carefully again, but there was still no one, it couldn't be the ghost on this plane, right?

"Hey, where am I? Idiot. ”

As soon as the young man breathed a sigh of relief, the familiar voice came again, his face changed, and he suddenly felt a chill down his spine, and the hand holding AK47 was also in a cold sweat, could he really guess it? Got the undead?

The young man turned slowly and looked in the direction from which the sound came, but what appeared in front of him was a raging fire and a constant smoke that was coming from the direction of the fire.

"Mom, what a ghost." The young man shouted in fear, picked up the machine gun in his hand, and fired wildly at the fire in front of him, muttering something all the time, and he could hear that his voice was trembling.

I saw two black shadows slowly walking out of the flames and walking towards the young man, and the bullets he shot seemed to be useless, all of them were drowned in the fire.

"Stinky boy, what's your name? What the heck. Hearing the gunshots, the middle-aged man hurriedly ran over.

Seeing two figures walking out of the raging fire, the flames around them seemed to have no effect on these two people at all, and in an instant, they seemed to be the embodiment of the flames, merging with the flames, and gradually, the appearance of the two people also became clear, one was a middle-aged man with a big beard, and the other was very young, at most in his twenties.

These two people are Lexa and Ye Chen on the plane, both of them used their true qi to protect their bodies when the plane crashed, reducing the impact force, and at the same time isolating the fire, so these two people landed unscathed, but the other people on the plane were not so lucky, including the pilot, there was no survivor, not to mention those flight attendants.

"I'll go, run, I'm a stranger." After all, the middle-aged man is a veteran, well-informed, crawling on the battlefield, nine deaths, what kind of weapon has he not seen? What kind of people haven't seen it? He has seen the supernatural person, so he knows the metamorphosis of the supernatural person, a powerful supernatural person is even comparable to an army, in front of the supernatural person, the tank and cannon are just decorations.

It's a pity that his companion was so frightened that he forgot to run away, and as soon as he turned around, before he could run a few steps, he fell directly to the ground, ate a mouthful of sand, and when he looked up again, the two figures were already standing in front of him.

"Weird......... Monster. The young man trembled and muttered.

The middle-aged man gritted his teeth, turned his head and ran into the distance, he knew that now was not the time to be soft-hearted, in the face of the ability, he had no chance at all, rather than the two of them dying together, it was better to run away one by one, but could he really run away?

"You watch him, I'll catch that." Lexa said softly, a subtle hint of killing intent flashed in his eyes, it was obvious that Lexa was very angry with the person who attacked his plane, like a big tiger that was about to go crazy when provoked.

"Aren't you worried about me running away?" Ye Chen glanced at Lexa and said softly.

"You can try." Lexa glared at Ye Chen, his figure flashed, turned into a black lightning, and chased after the middle-aged man.

Ye Chen smiled helplessly, he was really confident in his speed, to be honest, Ye Chen really didn't dare to sneak away, because he understood the difference in strength between the two, even if he ran, he would still be caught, just with Lexa's terrifying speed, he didn't have a chance at all, now is definitely not the best time to sneak away, he must be patient.

In less than five seconds, Lexa returned to Ye Chen's side again, carrying a person in his hand, and threw it directly on the ground, as if he was throwing garbage, very casually, the person landed on the ground with his face on the ground, and fell the ground, it was the middle-aged man who was about to escape just now.

"Who are you two? Why is it here? Lexa asked coldly, clasping his hands on his chest.

"I advise you to let us go quickly, or you will die." The young man yelled, and they were a little calmer than they had just been.

Lexa frowned, stretched out his big hand, grabbed the young man's neck directly, and lifted it up directly, now this person is like a chicken in front of him, as long as he uses a little force, he can directly pinch it to death.

The young man grasped Lexa's big hand with both hands, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't break the strong arm.

"No, he's not sensible, please don't kill him, I said, I'll tell you." The middle-aged man hurriedly shouted, "My name is Bainase, he is Habsar, we are all al-Baghdadi's people, please be sure to let us go for the sake of Lord al-Baghdadi." ”

"Baghdadi? Is that the leader of some ISIS? Ye Chen asked suspiciously.

He had seen from the news on the Internet that recently, a new terrorist organization was established in the Middle East, ISIS, and their leader claimed to be al-Baghdadi, who is said to be bin Laden's successor, but now the leader of the Taliban organization is not Lexa? This bagdadi didn't know where it came from, anyway, Ye Chen couldn't figure out the relationship