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

The gray sweatshirt was pressed against the wall, and he glared at Fang Hao viciously: "Do you think I will tell you?"

"Okay. "

Fang Hao nodded, grabbed a large handful of disposable toilet mats from behind him, and stuffed them into the mouth of the gray sweater.

"What are you going to do—oh—"

The gray sweatshirt's mouth was stuffed to the brim, and what he wanted to say was gagged.

Immediately afterwards, before he could react, Fang Hao hooked his heel with his toes, and the gray sweatshirt lost its center of gravity and slipped down, and the whole person was about to sit on the ground.

And at this moment, Fang Hao's foot stepped on his knee and stepped down hard!

Gaba!

The sound of bone twisting sounded, and Fang Hao directly stepped on the right leg of the gray sweatshirt like kicking wood!

The left leg of the gray sweatshirt twisted into a strange shape at once.

The huge pain hit, and the gray sweatshirt intuitively buzzed his head, his eyes were about to bulge, and he couldn't help but scream miserably.

"Woo-woo-"

The gray sweatshirt twitched violently, but it was tightly held by Fang Hao, and there was no way to struggle at all.

The large mass of disposable toilet mat stuffed in his mouth made him unable to scream, and could only whimper.

Beads of sweat the size of beans flowed down the face of the gray sweater, and his whole body trembled.

Fang Hao stood up, wrung the smoke sensor in the bathroom in three or two clicks, took out a cigarette from his pocket and lit one for himself, took a slow breath, and patted the gray sweatshirt that was a little confused.

"Can you answer me now?"

"Shhh

The gray sweatshirt was in a cold sweat, panting, and a pair of eyes glowed with resentment, staring at Fang Hao fiercely.

"Don't give face. "

Fang Hao's face pulled down, grabbed the gray sweatshirt, picked him up and threw him on the urinal, and then took out a handkerchief from his pocket and wet it on the gray sweater's face.

Although the gray sweater didn't know what Fang Hao was going to do, he knew that there was absolutely nothing good to do, and struggled hard.

However, after all, he didn't have the strong physique of the black man, and he could barely move under Fang Hao's suppression.

Soon, Fang Hao took a bottle of water under the faucet with a small bottle, and slowly began to pour the handkerchief on the face of the gray sweater.

This is a form of torture that has a long history.

First of all, cover the mouth and nose of the inmate with a wet towel so that he cannot breathe, under the control of the nerve center, the inmate will naturally open his mouth and swallow in large gulps, if he pours water on the towel at this time, a large amount of water will be sucked into the respiratory system.

This overstimulation can cause the glottis to close and the throat to spasm, making it impossible to breathe, and within a few seconds, the victim will experience drowning, and the victim will suffer both mental and physical torture.

It is said that under this punishment, no matter how hard your bones are and how tight your mouth is, you will not be able to survive a minute and a half.

Moreover, one of the great advantages of this method of torture is that it does not leave a trace.

The water was gurgling down, Fang Hao held a cigarette in one hand, and slowly poured water in the other, no matter how the gray sweatshirt struggled, he didn't move.

About a minute.

Fang Hao extinguished his cigarette, pulled down the wet handkerchief covering the face of the gray sweater, and pulled out the toilet mat paper ball that was stuffed in his mouth.

"Shh

The gray sweater was extremely embarrassed, saliva and snot all over his face, breathing in a big gulp of air, coughing violently twice from time to time, and the whole person's eyes were straight, as if he was on the verge of a mental breakdown.

"Say it. "

Fang Hao let go of the leg that was pressing the gray sweatshirt, and asked casually while wiping the water stains dripping on his trousers.

"Money, money, money! for money! We are here to raise money! We are here to raise money! "

The gray sweater's brain was a little confused, but Fang Hao also understood.

"A few of you. "

"Two... Two..."

"What else is there but this gun?"

"A knife, a knife, in, in the hands of Bols. "

Fang Hao understood that the Pols in his mouth should be the black man.

These two goods are supposed to be instructed to hijack the plane in order to extort money from the world government.

And the reason why Fang Hao wanted to ask these questions was to know what this group of people hijacked the plane for.

If KB attacks, then there is no need to talk about it, and he has to find a way to take Qianqian off the plane.

But if it's for extortion of money, then there is still talk about it, so as not to abandon the machine.

At the same time, the black man in the cockpit couldn't help but feel anxious when he saw that Fang Hao hadn't come over for a long time.

Just as he was about to start the radio again, he heard a knock at the cockpit door.

The black man hurriedly turned on the intercom screen, only to see Fang Hao dressed in a straight suit, with a relaxed face, shaking the Colt in his hand towards the surveillance camera.

It means, 'I've got a gun for you, open the door.'"

Blacks are not stupid.

He occupied the cockpit first, so Fang Hao could see clearly from receiving the bullet to simply subduing his accomplices.

Naturally, he knew he couldn't put this Asian in the cockpit.

"Do you know why I called you over?"

The black man smirked and said through the microphone.

"I don't know. "

Fang Hao shrugged and shook his head.

"Three minutes ago, I have already asked the international government for a ransom of 200 million dollars, and once the ransom is in place, my mission will be over, and then the god will send someone to pick me up. "

“so？"

Fang Hao spread his hands.

"What does this have to do with me. "

"You're the biggest threat to me getting out of here," the black man laughed, his rough voice sounding as ugly as scraping a steel plate with a stone, and it was gloomy, "I have to see you die before I can rest assured." "

"Now, put a gun to your head and pull the trigger," said the negro, "or the whole plane will be buried for your recklessness." "

Fang Hao looked at the black man on the intercom screen and pursed his lips.

"This criticism line is too, are you cerebral palsy?"

"Shut up!"

Fang Hao's words were disrespectful, and he immediately angered the tall and strong black man.

I saw that he stood up all of a sudden, approached the intercom screen, almost his entire face was attached to the intercom screen, and a pair of angry eyes widened.

"I'll give you five seconds, if you don't..."

"Five-four-three-two-one. "

Fang Hao quickly counted them, interrupting the black man's threat, and snorted contemptuously.

"You!"

"You don't really think you're safe inside the door. "

Without waiting for the black man to attack, Fang Hao suddenly asked.