Thank you! I just came back from the apocalypse, and I'm already extremely rich.

What the hell is this luck?

I haven't been on a few planes in the first place, but I actually caught up with such a very unlikely event.

It can be said that the probability of encountering this once is simply lower than that of hitting the two-color ball for a week in a row.

It's inch.

Fang Hao secretly slandered himself.

In fact, if he just came out on his own, he wouldn't be very worried about this kind of thing.

After all, he has armor, so he can't just drive the armor and run away.

As for whether the passengers on the crew were dead or alive, he didn't care at all.

However, there is another Qianqian who came out this time.

He can run away in armor, but Qianqian doesn't.

Since it was a long-distance plane, they were now about 10,000 meters above the ground, and if there was any accident at this altitude, Fang Hao asked himself if he was 100% sure that he would save Qianqian.

Not completely sure, he didn't really want to take the risk.

All right.

Fang Hao sighed in his heart.

Since you can't slip away, you can only try your best to prevent this from happening.

Thinking about it, Fang Hao inadvertently glanced at the black man again.

In fact, he was sure that he could make the strong man lose the ability to resist in five seconds, but he couldn't do that.

This is an international flight, and if you attack another country's citizens with just one barrel part, there is a high risk of adverse effects.

In the post-apocalyptic world, he can ignore any bullshit international issues.

But this is the real world, and he used to be a military soldier, if he is caught by the media, it will inevitably make a big fuss, which will have a negative impact on his future investment and development in the real world.

There is only one thing he can do now.

Wait.

Wait for the man to assemble the gun parts, and then he can shoot himself.

So, Fang Hao closed his eyes and began to pretend to sleep, but his ears were always paying attention to the movements of the black man.

Qianqian, who was beside her, was also sleepy at this time and took a nap.

The other passengers on the airliner were either quietly watching a movie with headphones on, or they were as sleepy as Qianqian, and the whole cabin was silent.

After about twenty minutes, Fang Hao only heard a rustling sound around him.

Moved.

Fang Hao narrowed his eyes slightly, and saw the black man stand up, move his body slightly, and walk towards the front of the cabin.

Fang Hao didn't move in a hurry, the plane was so big, if you want to assemble a pistol, the best choice is to go to the bathroom.

He was not afraid of losing the Negro.

He didn't move because he was waiting for the man's accomplice.

Fang Hao was very smart, he clearly judged that if the pistol was disassembled into parts and brought on the plane, it would inevitably mean that he was not committing the crime alone.

Because a person on the plane with a bunch of pistol parts, firstly, it is too difficult, and secondly, it is completely a fart to take off his pants and do so, which is not necessary.

If he wanted to hijack the plane and use this method to bring a pistol on the plane, he would definitely choose two or three people to carry different parts and assemble them in one place.

Sure enough, not long after the black man left, another man in a gray hooded sweatshirt leaned against the other window and sat up and walked to the front of the cabin.

Fang Hao waited for a while, then sat up and followed the gray sweatshirt.

Hearing someone behind him, the gray sweatshirt turned his head to look.

Fang Hao smiled and nodded at the gray sweatshirt.

A hint of suspicion flashed in the gray sweater's eyes, but he didn't react much, just nodded at Fang Hao, turned around and walked into the toilet.

There are toilets in the front, middle and rear sections of this plane, and the gray sweatshirt enters the middle section.

Leaning against the middle hatch, a small dining room with a curtain divides the wide aisle into two sides.

Fang Hao hugged his shoulders and leaned on the small wooden bar at the outlet, waiting for the gray sweatshirt.

At this moment, I heard footsteps on the other side of the aisle.

Fang Hao's brows tightened, and he turned his head seemingly unintentionally, and saw the black man from before walking over from the side of the aisle and heading to the location of the first-class cabin.

Split up?

Fang Hao thought in his heart.

It was already almost half past ten in the evening, and it was obviously not an acquaintance to go to the front of the airliner at this time.

So what is he going to do?

Just as Fang Hao was thinking about whether to shift the target to chase the black man, he heard a click, and the bathroom door opened.

As soon as the gray sweatshirt went out, he saw Fang Hao who was waiting, he was slightly stunned, and then turned around and walked towards the cabin with an expressionless face.

Fang Hao's gaze fell on the hands of the gray sweater holding his pockets, and he quickly judged the situation in his heart, and shouted: "Hey." "

Since there was silence in the cabin at this time, although Fang Hao's voice was not loud, it was extremely clear.

The gray sweatshirt had just taken two steps, and when he heard Fang Hao calling himself, his footsteps suddenly froze, but he didn't turn around for a long time.

Seeing the appearance of the gray sweatshirt, Fang Hao's heart sank.

It seems that I should have guessed correctly, and things really went in the worst direction.

In silence, the gray sweatshirt slowly turned around, and in the sunken eye sockets, a pair of turquoise eyes looked at Fang Hao, like a silent wolf.

Fang Hao, on the other hand, slowly got up from the small bar he was leaning on, stood up straight, slowly unfastened his cufflinks with both hands, folded his sleeves up, and shook his head in warning against the cold eyes of the gray sweater.

"Don't do that. "

The voice fell.

In an instant, a murderous aura burst out coldly in the eyes of the gray sweater, and the hand in his pocket suddenly pulled out, and a Colt pistol appeared in his hand!

Then, without the slightest hesitation, the gray sweatshirt brazenly pulled the trigger at Fang Hao!

Bang!