League of Legends Millennium Warlord

Over the Atlantic Ocean, a passenger plane is slowly heading towards North America.

On the plane seat, Lester smiled and politely refused the juice offered by the stewardess.

"Ma'am, give it to my sister. My sister needs your help more than me. I swear in the name of God. She has been thirsty for a long time since getting on the plane. You must be an angel sent by God to save her." .”

"Oh, sir, you are really humorous... My name is Wendy, what is your name, sir?"

Passing the orange juice in her hand to the girl who was staring at her vigilantly, Wendy didn't intend to leave, but just stared intently at the handsome black-haired mixed-race boy in front of her.

After flying on the plane for many years, she has seen many handsome men and experienced a lot, but she has never seen a man who is so handsome that he fouls and has such temperament.

In words that offended God, the man in front of him was simply the angel Lucifer who fell into the world. If he was an angel serving in heaven, he might really offend God.

One hundred percent, I will betray God and follow the man in front of me into hell with all my heart.

All in all, this is a top man who deserves to be turned down by himself, a rare man in a hundred years.

Even the "beautiful job" of offering to deliver orange juice was snatched by me and those nympho little bitches with small tricks, so I can't just leave in such a vague way, no matter how bad it is, I have to get the other party's contact information Well, maybe at that time, I can turn my hand around and trick those little bitches again.

She, Wendy, has never done bad deals.

"Gulu Gulu~"

The short-haired girl glanced at the man, started drinking orange juice through a straw, and stopped looking at the flight attendant who was chatting up the man.

"My name is Lester Lee, Ms. Wendy, just call me Lester..."

Having said that, the man suddenly stopped, patted the shoulder of the girl sitting by the aisle, and turned his head to smile at Wendy.

"Sorry, I have to go to the bathroom."

"Okay, the bathroom is over there, do you want me to take you there?"

"No thanks."

Hearing the man decisively rejecting her, Wendy, who was a little disappointed, had to make room and watched the tall and lean man stand up from his seat.

Just as Lester stood up, an old man in a blue shirt and black suit came back from the bathroom,

The moment he passed by Lester, the old man stretched his hand into his arms and clasped the security ring of the defensive grenade with his index finger. There were three more such grenades in the inner pocket of his suit.

Just as he was about to pull away forcefully, he was quickly 'supported' by the man who had his back turned to him. Immediately afterwards, his thigh suddenly hurt, and the body of the 'old man' began to become limp and weak.

At the same time, as if she didn't see what was happening in front of her eyes, the girl put down the plastic cup she had already drank half of the juice with a blank face, stood up from her seat, and walked towards the cubicle without saying a word.

Ignoring his sister's behavior, he caressed the old man's chest. The man just looked worriedly at the unconscious old man in front of him.

The old man who lost his breath had a vague sneer on his mouth.

"Old sir? Are you all right?"

The man helped the semi-conscious old man to sit on the seat, and thoughtfully took off his suit for the old man.

"Miss Wendy! Can you do cardiopulmonary resuscitation? I suspect that this old man has a heart attack! If you have any related medicine, please give it to the old man as soon as possible!"

While talking, the man's narrowed eyes swept over the faces of the other passengers, and he paused for a moment on the three faces smiling at him, but he felt relieved.

Confused by what happened in front of her, and hearing the man's calm voice, Wendy finally came to her senses. After greeting her colleague loudly, she quickly helped the man hold the unconscious old man on the seat, and touched the back of his neck. , Wendy's expression changed, and she quickly put the old man on the ground and started CPR.

Lester let go of the old man and passed by another flight attendant who was holding a medical kit in a panic. Lester quickly walked towards the compartment.

In the cubicle, the girl was holding a palm-sized ceramic knife in both hands, looking out of the cubicle door with a vigilant expression.

The two walked into the empty bathroom and locked the door.

Throwing down the old man's suit casually, the floor was hit by the suit sullenly, and the girl's expression changed.

"Not a gun?"

Lester's voice was still calm, and he put on his immaculate white gauze gloves without haste. The man even had time to tidy up the collar and tie of his black suit.

"Four defensive military grenades, and three abandoned sons who didn't do anything. Killing people has to be punished. The organization obviously didn't give them a way to survive. Everyone on the plane is my funeral..."

"Ha, I knew there would be such a day with you, isn't it too soon? And you, you insisted on letting me play games with you in duo after the mission to enhance our relationship. This is great, it's really over. "

The girl lowered her arms dejectedly, thought for a while, then threw away the ceramic dagger in her hand, and began to take off her coat.

When my teacher, Lester, the ace killer who had been organized and trained for 13 years, began to sort out the remains, the life door given by God was obviously completely blocked, and the organization's methods were not new to me. The ground is okay, but the plane is definitely a dead end.

For an organization with a military background, it is not difficult to mobilize military aircraft to blow up an out-of-control plane.

With organizational means, tomorrow's press release must have been written.

"The military dispatched military planes to successfully stop the suicide terrorist attack. The bomb plane that was hijacked was successfully shot down by the military. The Empire State Building was saved from disaster. Let us observe three minutes of silence for the dead on the plane."

The thoughts in her brain flashed like lightning, and the girl has already taken off her jacket neatly, revealing a pale pink combat vest.

This is a special style that men deliberately customize for girls.

Lester's tone softened a bit as he held down the girl's hands that wanted to mess with him.

"I'm sorry, I'm really not that fast, it's too late, so let's be more decent."

As the man's voice fell, her body froze, and the girl who had lost all motivation was completely exhausted.

My teacher has always said one thing, and it doesn't make sense to force him at this time.

"Lester, you owe me, do you admit it?"

"recognize."

"Are we just blown to death?"

"Yes, there will be no pain."

"I, I'm so unwilling, teacher, I'm... a little scared..."

Faintly hearing the roar of fighter jets coming from outside the airliner, Lester kissed the girl lightly on the cheek, and then hugged the girl tightly, as if he wanted to rub the girl into his body.

"Don't be afraid, when the missile comes, I will stand in front of you."

Hugging the man, feeling the remaining warmth on her cheeks, the girl who was no longer afraid suddenly smiled.

"I thought you were going to kiss me on the mouth."

"I...have always regarded you as my daughter."

The girl was startled, a few blushes appeared on her face.

"Actually, I also treat you as my father...Promise me, don't be a eunuch in your next life, and treat girls who like you better."

Hesitating, Lester felt his waist was twisted severely.

"Are you going to agree or not?"

The scorching high temperature came from outside the machine body, the high-energy fragments from the missile explosion tore the machine body, and the flames burst out from the front.

The man puts his ear on the girl's side.

"I promise you."

In the next second, the plane broke from the middle and exploded in the air.

The fighter jet roared away, and the pilot withdrew his cold gaze.

"Target down."

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