"What to do"

"Damn it"

"Hell See"

The cabin was filled with panic, and there was such a shouting sound everywhere. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 info Our plane is still sinking outside, a third of it has already fallen into the mud, and there are still about 20 centimeters from the ground in front of the door, and if it is 20 centimeters down, it will be impossible for us to escape.

The white bird picked up the plastic bottle next to him and threw it into the water, and tens of millions of water locusts rushed in at the same time. It gives you goosebumps to watch.

"Hero, I know you have a way, save us, I don't want to die yet, I haven't even married a wife yet" Shiratori begged me bitterly.

"I haven't married a wife yet, but I don't have to die." I don't wipe the dirt off my face anymore, I'm really trying to figure it out, is right, I'm not a way to produce a machine, and I don't know what to do.

Every second that passes, we are close to death, and it feels really uncomfortable.

"Is there a lighter?" Lao Hei inexplicably raised a question. Anyone with a little sense knows that what he said is nonsense.

"You want to burn them, don't kid man, they're in the water," Shiratori replied weakly.

"No, I just want to smoke a cigarette before I die" There are smokers like Lao Hei in the Philippines.

"Why don't you bring a cigarette with you?" I knew he asked us even though he knew that he was not allowed to bring a lighter on a plane, so I asked him rhetorically.

"Oh, forget it," he said in despair.

"Smoke, you have smoke" I was overjoyed.

"You have to bring Manila cigarettes with you when you go there, it's hard enough," said the old black with certainty.

"How many take it out," I spoke to the, completely forgetting that Shiratori was staring at me, and when I turned my head, I noticed that he hated me.

"Two smokers, dying, still have to satisfy their desires," Shiratori said disdainfully.

"There is salvation, we are saved." I could hear ordinary people looking at me.

"What way"

"Wait for the old black to take out the cigarette first"

"Give" Lao Hei slowly took out a cigar about 15 centimeters long from his body. Suspiciously, he handed the cigarette to my hand.

"What, just one" I said in disappointment in British Chinese.

"Just one, the family is against smoking this thing," Lao Heiyi said in a straight voice.

Shiratori saw my disappointed expression, and he was unwilling to let his only hope be shattered. So he searched Lao Hei's whole body like a lice for Lao Hei.

The reality is always so cruel that he can no longer find a second cigarette from Lao Hei.

"Brother Hei, hide there, take it out quickly, and I'll buy you a bunch when I go out." Shiratori begged the old black with half crying and half laughing.

"Not really, man," the old black shook his head. In an instant they all looked at the cigar I was holding, and the same was true of the German elders, who knew that I knew the way to get out, but there were too many people, and it was impossible for everyone to get out, everyone wanted to live, and everyone wanted to be a survivor.

And I will probably be the one who realizes their fate.

"Brother Hero, we are compatriots, take me out, you will always be my idol in my heart" Shiratori slapped me on the back vigorously.

I watched in silence at his ridiculous expression.

"Sell me your cigarettes, I'll give you 100,000" It was the same Chinese who suddenly stood up and spoke, and it is very common to meet Chinese in the Philippines. As early as the 14th century, the Philippines belonged to Asia, and later came under Spanish rule, and he was a man with a greasy face, and one thing is certain from his appearance, he was a prosperous businessman.

"Put away your stinky money, it's great to be rich," Shiratori said to him.

I looked at the owner of the cigarette, and he sat quietly, as if praying.

"The faces of the Chinese have made you all come to the Philippines to lose," I said to myself.

Shiratori next to him should have heard my words clearly, and he probably felt ashamed.

"Then who are you going to give out," Shiratori asked me. I pointed to the female doctor in the corner who had just helped me stop the bleeding and the child who had been healed by her, he was the only child here, and I let Sharia out, not because she had saved me, she was the best choice for the doctor to escape with the child.

"It's okay, the most innocent child," Shiratori said lightly.

I took the cigar and shook it at the old black, he was the owner of the cigarette, and I was asking for his will.

"You take it out, remember to sell it back to me when you go out, I only smoke Manila cigarettes, I can't get used to the taste of other places," he said with a smile.

I walked towards Shalima and suddenly a housekeeper stood up in front of me.

He said, "Kudarsa Love"

I couldn't understand what he was saying. Before I could realize what the hell was going on, he pounced on me, and he pressed me to the ground and broke my right hand holding the cigar so hard that I realized he was doing it for my cigarette, and he was slightly less powerful than me, so I quickly pushed him away from me.

"One Grid," he said again, something we couldn't even listen to, and then another stood up next to him, and the German next to him, seeing that something was wrong, touched his waist and pulled out a black revolver.

"If you dare to rob again, I will shoot and kill you" Everyone knows that the Germans are serious, and the Germans will not play such jokes with you.

From that time on, the German became the most powerful man among us because he had a gun. The two guys are from the island country, they are two extremely greedy people, they saw us discussing cigarettes, so he thought it should be profitable and wanted to take the opportunity to grab it. But he didn't know what to do with the cigarette.

The Germans pointed a gun at him and motioned to sit down and not to make any more trouble.

After they had been quiet for a while, the Germans had just put away their guns, and they gave me a surprise attack, and I was unfortunate enough to be at the door, and he knocked me down, and at the same time knocked the cigarette out of the cabin a few meters away.

When the cigarette fell to the swamp, there were still a lot of water grasshoppers rushing over, but they did not dare to approach the cigarette, and then they realized that the water grasshopper was sensitive to the smell of tobacco.

My head hit the iron plate and it hurt terribly.

All of them watched the cigar fly out like that. The Germans did not draw their guns again, because the Japanese had stopped attacking us.

But this infuriated Shiratori, who stood up like a hero.

"Okay, little Japan, I'll kill you," he said, kicking the Jap in the ass.

The Japanese who were kicked almost fell and ate.

"Yaga" two Japanese went up together, seeing that Shiratori was not his opponent at all, I held the handrail door with my hand and wanted to stand up to help Shiratori, one step faster than me was Lao Hei, he picked up a pliers used to repair the plane, and slapped it fiercely from behind the Japanese, shot one, and quickly slapped two on the ground, Lao Hei is a professional athlete, he has a lot of strength, and he directly knocked the two unconscious.

The two stopped moving, as if they were dead.

Shiratori kicked his ass again with his foot and said angrily, "Scream, why don't you scream, Baga, I'm still Jiuga, you melon baby, invade my northeast",

That's when I learned that he was from northeastern China. After he finished his anger, he turned around and smiled at the old black

"Thank you, Brother Black"

"No thanks, no thanks, we are friends, friends are in trouble, how can we not help." He speaks Mandarin with a Filipino accent, so every word sounds first.

The way he grinned was cute.

Shiratori freed his right hand and knocked the on the head and said "You're cute".

I regret it, why did it take a knock on the head to explain it as a compliment, Lao Hei touched his head and he couldn't figure out what was going on, he could hear Shiratori praise him for being cute, so he mistakenly thought it was a way of complimenting China, he smiled and said "Well, I'm cute, we're good friends"

"Good friend,"

They sat down against the iron plate. Our plane was still sinking, and it was about 5 centimeters before it sank into the door. I looked at the swamp not far from my feet, and in the small puddle were thousands of water locusts, these vampires, looking forward to this hearty meal.