10,000 meters in the air, inside the plane.

After a brief rest, Akira Murata and the others swept away the haze in their hearts before, and the plane turbulence never happened again.

As the airspace border between Huaxia and Sakura got closer and closer, their hearts also rose to their throats.

With such a forcible break without warning, Huaxia would never sit idly by, and among the information obtained by spending a lot of money before, the mysterious military department had already arranged for people to wait for them.

Now I just hope that the top can be more reliable and negotiate with the other party in advance, otherwise the world may not be able to afford the consequences.

"Sakata, how long do you have to go abroad?" Akira Murata picked up the pager in the plane and asked the captain in a deep voice.

"At the current rate, it will take another hour."

Murata Zhao was stunned, he had been flying for so long, and he hadn't left the border yet, suspicion was suspicion, and he still replied "Okay".

He wasn't the only one who had been flying for a long time, everyone was a little tired, and Akira Murata looked out of the porthole, gray, and the visibility was so low that he could barely see anything.

Is it going to rain?

Just then, the fixed-point alarm clock in the plane rang, and it was tea time.

Time flies so fast? Akira Murata is a little skeptical about life.

As a high-level club, afternoon tea is indispensable for the bigwigs, and it has slowly changed into a tradition of the Tezuka club.

"Ah, it's tea time again."

"Baga, I don't have an appetite for being smoked by your fart just now."

"Who made you face my ass."

The rest of the people also walked out of the inner cabin one after another, some snorted sharply and moved their index fingers, and some covered their mouths and noses with disgust on their faces.

"Okay, space is limited, let's just take a moment." Akira Murata said.

Several people sit neatly, there must be a ceremony for eating, and the presentation must be exquisite.

Today's afternoon tea is smoked salmon, Black Sea caviar, foie gras with truffle and cheese.

It's all worth a lot.

With the annual income of the Tezuka Society, they don't need to use these things to show their worth, it's simple and casual, like they are eating melon seeds.

"Do you think time flies?" Akira Murata was a little flustered for no reason.

"Big brother, you're just too nervous." The second-in-command replied casually.

"Oh my God! Look at the weather outside! Someone exclaimed.

They turned their heads one after another, and all they saw were palpitating black clouds, dark blue ball lightning frantically piercing the sky, followed by a rumbling thunder, as if the beast had opened its bloody jaw.

"What's the situation? Half an hour ago, it was normal weather! The second-in-command shouted, almost overturning the table.

"Down! Decline! Otherwise, it's too late! ”

In such terrible and bad weather, the plane can only descend or even make a forced landing, and if it continues to maintain such an altitude, it will definitely die!

"It can't be." Akira Murata is still calm, but he is also on the verge of collapse.

Before leaving, he had repeatedly confirmed the weather, even if he made a mistake in judgment, it was impossible to be so miserable, encountering this thunderstorm that has not been encountered in a hundred years!

Just when the inside of the plane was in chaos, a young and leisurely voice said slowly:

"Everyone, don't be impatient, you really won't live today, but you won't die on this ghost weather."

The little boy's voice was not loud, but it seemed to have magical power, and it sounded clearly in everyone's ears.

Several people looked in the direction of the source of the sound at the same time.

At the table where they had not yet opened, a delicate little boy was already sitting.

He was wearing a tightly fitting suit with a stand-up collar shirt, a lace-edged handkerchief stuffed in his jacket pocket, his big back hair was meticulously combed, he held a knife in his right hand and a fork in his left hand, and his milky white face shone faintly in the dim light.

For a moment, Akira Murata and the others felt that he was a guest sitting here to eat, and they seemed to be incompatible.

"The tuna belly is good, but if I had to make it, I'd use matsutake mushrooms for seasoning instead of truffles, which taste like heather."

"Let me see this lamb chop, oh God, I hate medium-rare stuff the most, don't you taste good?"

"I'm sorry, I forgot that you like to eat raw."

"I've been missing for so long, my brother should miss me."

……

The little boy commented while eating, like an old-fashioned gentleman, elegant and easy-going, and very affinity.

But Murata Zhao and the others were so frightened that they didn't dare to take a breath.

What international jokes? It's 10,000 meters in the air, 10,000 fucking meters!

The sealed cabin can't even stick a single hair out, where did this guy come from?!

"Really, am I that scary?" The little boy stood up with a little dissatisfaction, "It's a pity that there is a lack of red wine, I don't like Margau the most of the five major Bordeaux wineries, I can already smell the green smell on your body, and my taste needs to be improved." ”

Murata Zhao and the others were stunned, scared and at the same time, their brains were almost unable to turn, this guy is here to eat?

"Dare to ask, Your Excellency, who are you?" Akira Murata plucked up his courage and asked.

"Just looking for my brother's younger brother." The little boy picked up a velvet napkin and wiped his mouth, then looked out the window, "It's really a good weather, and the excitement makes people want to cry." ”

？

The little boy turned his head and exposed his dark eyes to the public.

"Boom"!

Suddenly, the minds of Akira Murata and the others exploded, and a picture could not help but appear in front of their eyes, on top of the towering sacred mountain, on top of the twelve iron thrones, sitting the corpses of the gods.

"Hell!" The second-in-command screamed, and he was drenched in cold sweat, and the whole person fell straight back.

The little boy chuckled, and the weather outside was even more terrifying.

The plane instantly launched an alarm, and the red light was reflected in the little boy's eyes, with no reflection or reflection, like a bottomless black hole, swallowing everything.

Inside the cab.

"Tower! Control tower! This is JL001, call for support! Call for support! ”

The captain was sweating profusely, all the instruments in the plane had failed, and their cruising altitude was falling wildly at a speed of tens of meters per second!

In a few minutes, the plane will crash into the Pacific Ocean, and their only fate for minced meat will be to feed the fish.

There was not a little wind blowing in the cabin, but the little boy's delicate back was fluttering indiscriminately, and he clenched his hands into fists, releasing an invisible suffocating aura.

Aside from him, there are no more people standing on the plane, in fact, it is not rigorous to say this, because the little boy is not human!

With his super will and nostalgia for the figure in his dreams, Akira Murata stiffly held his last breath, and he touched the position of his chest, this action was not praying to God, but a photo of Yang Xueying sewn there.

Not being able to see you is the most regrettable thing in my life.

Akira Murata closed his eyes and calmly died, curled up as if he were hugging her.

As he died, only the roaring voice of the little boy echoed in his ears.

"Artemis, I know it's you, get out of here!"