He Has a Dragon

The passengers on the plane gradually became quiet amid the violent intimidation of the thugs. (first release)

At this time, the air was filled with uneasiness and despair, and the cloud of death had shrouded the entire plane. The eyes of fragile women and children were spinning in their sockets, but they did not dare to make a sound.

Wang Le could clearly feel that the plane was turning around and deviating from the flight path. He didn't know where it was flying, but he knew that it wouldn't be flying to hell anyway, because he, Wang Le, was there!

The white gangster must have felt that he had failed in his duty, so he quickly ended the conversation with the man wearing gold-rimmed glasses and prepared to return to his post in the first class cabin.

Just when the white gangster turned around and walked to the door, Wang Le, who was sitting in his seat, suddenly burst out!

Wang Le first kicked the Chinese man wearing gold-rimmed glasses who was standing sideways, just over one meter away.

Before his feet reached him, the wind had already blown across the man's fair face, causing his hair to flutter.

The man had no time to attack with the soft sword, nor did he have time to turn around and dodge. He had to fall to the ground to avoid the kick, and then tried to fight back!

But Wang Le could not let the opponent get what he wanted. His footwork, lightning speed, and tricky angles had already blocked all escape routes.

"Snapped!"

"Kacha!"

After all, Wang Le's foot speed was faster than the man falling to the ground, and he directly kicked away the man's gold-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose. At the same time, the man's cheek bones were completely shattered, and even broken bones were broken from his face. The skin on it breaks out!

In an instant, the gangster was beyond recognition, his entire face was covered with blood, and half of his life was gone. Well, he probably wouldn't be able to get timely treatment on the plane, so it was only a matter of time before he died.

Wang Le didn't even look at it, and kicked the other person to the ground again, because this guy was blocking his way in the aisle.

As soon as the man was kicked to the ground, Wang Le stepped on the man's chest, used the force to bounce up, waved his iron fist and headed towards the white man who had just turned around to wait for the flight, but because of the movement behind him, he turned around again Gangster!

"boom!"

Wang Le's fists were the same as his feet, and they were still aimed at the face, which directly hit the white gangster's face. One of his eyeballs was forced out by the power of Young Master Wang's iron fist!

Then he saw the white gangster lying on the ground like a puddle of mud.

"Uh! Just die like that? It's really useless!"

Wang Le took a look and lay down on the ground.

The white gangster, who was as tall as a big bear and looked like a big bear, was speechless when he saw that red and white things had begun to appear in the eye sockets of this guy's eyes. He was so dead that he could no longer die.

The passengers in the business class were all dumbfounded. They didn't even realize what was going on because the process was so fast. With one kick and one punch, the two gangsters stopped eating without even making a sound.

From the beginning to the end, if you really want to count the time, the game will be over in about ten seconds at most. Is this a 100-meter sprint race? ? ?

"Shh!"

Just when the passengers woke up and were about to scream, Wang Le raised his finger to his mouth, making a silent gesture.

All the passengers from the East and the West were seen nodding vigorously, with excitement and hope in their eyes.

"!"

A blond girl in her twenties, with eyes full of red hearts, looked at the tall young man who bent down to pick up the white gangster's pistol, and then left. His back seemed to be blooming with thousands of rays of light, and murmured softly to himself.

Wang Le did not go to the economy class, but went to the cockpit at the front of the plane.

When passing the first class cabin, except for a few flight attendants, I saw that the pants of three passengers inside were wet.

"I'll stop you. You're a fucking fat pig. You're an embarrassment to the motherland."

Wang Le, who was speechless, did not stop and quickly walked through the first class cabin and came to the cockpit. He saw that the iron doors had been opened and the gangsters could be seen walking back and forth inside.

He saw Wang Le striding forward in front of the door. At the same time, he lay down on the ground, raised his pistol without stopping, pulled the trigger, and hit the two gangsters with their backs to him in the back of the head!

"boom!"

"boom!"

Two bullets were fired almost indiscriminately into the backs of the heads of the two gangsters holding guns in the cockpit.

The outcome was decided in an instant. The bullet penetrated the bone shell of the back of the head, and blood flowed out from the hole. Before the two gangsters could react, their lives were over. They fell to the ground, scaring the captain and pilot inside to a cold sweat. Zhi Biao, his face turned pale.

After dealing with the two gangsters in the cockpit, Wang Le got up from the ground, turned around and walked away, speeding down the road. Because the gunshots continued, the gangsters in the cockpit must have noticed.

Maybe they thought it was their companions who shot at the passengers and didn't care, but Wang Le couldn't take the risk.

Quickly passing through the first-class business class, Wang Le had also opened his piercing eyes to see through the movements of the gangsters in the economy class. Sure enough, there was a gangster walking towards him, apparently wanting to confirm the gunshot.

Just when the gangster came to the door of the business class and was about to scream in surprise when he saw his two companions paralyzed in the aisle, Wang Le, who was already at the door, stretched out his big hand and grabbed the opponent's left wrist holding the gun with force. With a pinch, the bones broke with a crack.

Immediately, the gun in the gangster's hand fell to the ground. At this time, Wang Le's other hand holding the gun reached out, stretched out his middle finger through the gap between the triggers, and firmly hooked the pistol.

"boom!"

Wang Le hooked the pistol, and then switched the pistol in his hand to the other hand that had just pinched the opponent's wrist bone and had become free. At the same time, he shook his middle finger to hook the gun, and the gun was in his hand, and the muzzle was facing him. At the would-be gangster's heart, he fired as soon as the trigger was pulled.

"boom!"

"boom!"

"boom!"

"boom!"

In the economy class, four crisp gunshots echoed in succession. None of the four gangsters standing in the aisle escaped with their lives. They were either shot in the middle of the eyebrow or shot in the back of the head.

The gunfire rang out instantly and ended in an instant. The gangster lost his life without even letting out a scream of being shot.

Because Wang Le's marksmanship was so accurate, he shot him to death with his spear. It was so cruel that it would not give these four guys a chance to breathe and fight back. It was impossible.

And this is exactly the rule of thumb that Wang Le has honed over many years of life and death in the military. That is, even if a lion fights a rabbit, use all your strength. Don’t be careless at all. If you want to do it, you must do it directly!

The crowded passengers in the economy class were in a daze for the next ten seconds or so when all four gangsters were shot dead.

They were all dumbfounded and stared at Young Master Wang holding two guns at the door.

Sudden!

With a bang, everyone screamed and cheered, because this young man with two guns appeared out of the sky and killed all the gangsters, and they were all saved!

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