Chapter 31: The troublesome post-90s

"You can't blow up this plane, hand over the detonator." Wen Feng approached Joanna step by step. "I, you can't kill me, you're just an ant in my eyes." Wen Feng said in a low voice.

"Haha...... Lie to me! Joanna smirked and looked at the arrogant man who was approaching, "You all die!" Joanna had an extra black box in her hand and pressed her finger to the red button...... But her thumb pressed to her palm, and she glanced at her hand in astonishment, where was there any detonator, there was nothing in her hand.

"The RS211 fingerprint igniter equipped by the German army is quite advanced." Wen Feng looked at the well-made detonator in his hand and muttered to himself, completely ignoring Joanna in shock and fear. "There should be another one, right?" He looked back at the VIP cabin and shook his head: "Looks like it's not needed." ”

"You...... You...... What do you say......" Joanna felt a hint of death.

"That one, it should have gone to heaven with its owner." Wen Feng looked back at Joanna in disappointment and smiled. "You go, I don't want to kill you, go back and tell her, I'm awake, I hope she has finished her long dream......" Wen Feng squeezed his hand, and the detonator in his hand turned into a push and scattered on the ground.

"Don't worry, I will definitely return the shame you gave me today, you remember that I will come back to you again, hahaha......" The black wings behind Joanna completely enveloped her graceful body, and after a burst of black smoke dissipated, she was completely gone.

Wen Feng thoughtfully approached Paul and Misha, leaned down and pressed on the backs of the two, the palm of his hand slightly emitted a faint white light, and after a while, Misha and Paul opened their eyes and looked back at the big man, "Thank you, God bless you." Misha said.

"Get up, don't play dead, now you guys take care of the scene, and then go back to your seats." Wen Feng stood up and returned to the edge of his seat, "After the play, you two should hand over the props." ”

"Oh, here you go, it's useless anyway." He Baobao smiled cutely and handed the gun to Wen Feng.

"Then, I'll give it to you too, senior." The girl handed over her gun as well.

Wen Feng looked at the girl angrily: "What's your name?" 220 divisions? ”

"Mmmm, my name is Rose, and you're the legend of the training camp, the one closest to God, right?" The girl clasped her hands into fists and looked at Wen Feng with a look of adoration.

"Hehe, haven't you heard another legend in the training camp that anyone who recognizes me has been killed by me." Wen Feng looked at Rose with a smile.

"Ahh I don't want it! Rose pouted aggrievedly.

"Go back and tell He Yi that I don't need any support, you will make trouble for me." The three of them were talking when they saw a dazzling white light flash in the entire cabin, "I think they should finish it." Wen Feng looked around, and the bodies of the black-clothed people and the dead passengers all disappeared with the white light. Misha and Paul held hands and returned to their seats, smiling back at him as an old couple.

"You, this is your first assessment mission, right?" Wen Feng squinted at the rose.

"Uh-huh." The rose looked at Wen Feng cutely.

"A complete failure, what has been prepared for 3 years, at this level, it will be killed in 3 seconds, what kind of special sacrifice of the body, shame is it? Ay...... The post-90s generation is really troublesome. Wen Feng counted the roses angrily.

"What, I'm also a post-90s generation, what do you mean by this, look down on us post-90s, right?" He Baobao said angrily.

"That's it, the predecessors are also post-90s." Seeing that there were people to support, Rose also echoed.

"It's really disappointing to the two little sisters, I'm a post-80s generation." Wen Feng said proudly.

"Cut! It's all uncles. The two girls stuck out their tongues at Wen Feng at the same time.

"Back in your seat, now I'm going to take care of the most troublesome things." Wen Feng said angrily to the rose.

"Go back, just go back, why are you so fierce." Rose muttered quietly and returned to her seat. The rich young man saw that his girlfriend, who had suddenly become arrogant, returned to his seat with an unhappy face, and immediately stood up with a smile on his face and gave way, "Rose...... I...... I...... I'll be good to you in the future......"

Rose glanced at him angrily, "In the future, you give me a little care, and be my mobile ATM." ”

"Hey ......" Wen Feng and He Baobao sighed helplessly as they looked at the little couple.

"Put this on." Wen Feng handed He Baobao a yellow anti-glare glasses and walked straight to the front row, looked at the passengers who were still panicked, "cough" twice, cleared his throat, picked up the microphone hanging in front of the door and said: "Everyone looks at me, yes, they all look up at me like this, hey, I said that kid, don't talk to your daughter-in-law, look at me." I'm going to tell you what just happened! Saying that, Wen Feng's eyes flashed red, "Okay, what I want to say is that the flight attendants on this plane are all crazy, they all committed suicide by jumping out of the plane just now, and now I want to ask, which of you can fly a plane?" ”

With a "poof", He Baobao, who was wearing anti-glare glasses, laughed at his words, "This big liar, he will come casually when he tells lies." ”

"What? You're not crazy, are you, kidding you like that! Suddenly there was chaos in the cabin, some people loudly accused Wen Feng, some people pressed the call button on the seat in disbelief, and some people shrank in their seats and shivered in horror.

After waiting for a long time without any response from the crew, some passengers ran out of the first-class cabin to inquire about the real situation, and after a while, a large group of passengers in the economy class and the sleeping cabin followed the first-class passengers who went to find the crew in panic and anxiety and poured into the first-class cabin, "The crew members are really all gone." ”

"I ...... I...... I just went to the back kitchen to find someone for me...... The wife asked for some soup to warm her stomach...... I...... I saw...... A shaved skeleton...... The skeleton...... The ring on his hand is engraved with his name...... Is it Vincent? Malone...... It's the name of the captain of the plane......," a middle-aged man said with a frightened and disgusting stomach.

"What? The captain died? Are the crews really gone? "People are starting to panic, some are going crazy, some are silent, some are starting to find out what is quietly written on the pieces of paper and pen they have with them......

"Silence me!" Wen Feng suddenly shouted, and suddenly the entire cabin fell silent, and people looked at Wen Feng in a daze, "Okay, okay, who of you can fly this kind of big plane, it's still far from the time to land, the plane is now on autopilot." ”

There was silence, no one answered, and the girl next to Fu Shao was hesitating to stand up, "What are you doing?" You can't even drive a car, you want to fly a plane? The rich young man glanced at his girlfriend beside him angrily.

"I ...... I...... I want to go to the toilet, I'm in a hurry. The girl said with a red face.

"I'll drive." There was an uplifting voice coming from the seat of the plane, a beautiful female voice. He Baobao stood up calmly. "I used to be a Navy pilot and flew big planes, so I can give it a try."

"Praise you, O God, that you are always there." The old couple next to them reverently crossed their chests, "We believe in you, beautiful young lady." The two looked at He Baobao and said with a kind smile. The Lord is with you. ”

He Baobao walked to Wen Feng's side and whispered in his ear with a wicked smile: "Hehe, play the imitation show of "Men in Black", right?" ”

"Ah, I said you really know how to fly big planes? This is not a medium-sized aircraft like the Y-8 and H-6, this is an A380 super airliner. Wen Feng turned around and walked towards the cockpit with He Baobao.

"As long as you can open the security door in the cockpit, I can fly this plane." He Baobao glanced at Wen Feng lightly. After passing by the VIP cabin, Wen Feng paused, "Let's go from here, you don't have to make so many turns." With a random stroke of the palm on the electronic lock on the door, the electronic combination lock was opened.

He Baobao glanced at him, "It seems that they have a lot of things on you." With Wen Feng stepped into the VIP cabin.

The VIP cabin was empty, as if nothing had happened inside, Wen Feng walked silently on the tatami mats.

"Why didn't Kobayashi take the flight?" He Baobao followed Wen Feng and looked around, and said suspiciously.

"He's gone." Wen Feng said silently, he stopped at the altar in front of the Mahatma's cross, looked at the cushion in front of the altar silently sadly, and muttered to himself: "Lizi......"

"Reiko...... Has she been here? He Baobao asked puzzled behind him.

"Yes, I did." Wen Feng continued to walk forward.

"How do you know there's no one in the cockpit?" He Baobao asked behind Wen Feng.

"Because it was a suicide attempt, they didn't leave a way out for themselves." Wen Feng opened the door that led to the cockpit. "It's a pity, they didn't expect that Kobayashi didn't get on this plane with what they wanted at all, and they didn't expect that we were also on this plane, hehe, the plan can never catch up with the change, right?"

"Don't be so emotional, open the door." He Baobao leaned on the cockpit door and looked at Wen Feng and said.

"I said, post-90s, do you know that you are leaning on a 500-pound C4 bomb right now?" Wen Feng looked helplessly at He Baobao, who was stunned.

"Ahh He Baobao was frightened and quickly jumped away from the door and hid behind Wen Feng, "I won't activate it, will I?" I felt like I heard a ticking sound. ”

"Hey...... I don't even know how you passed the tactical assessment in the first place, it is estimated that it is the same as the post-90s outside, work hard for three years, and then play in 3 seconds, this bomb has begun to count down from the time you lean on! Wen Feng said nervously.

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