Wild Games: The Devil Let My Mommy Go

"Miss, where are you going?" The stewardess stopped her./www

"Go and pick him up." Yin Yanyan replied simply and to the point, and walked to the cabin door in a blink of an eye.

I pulled it, but it didn't open.

Only then did I realize that the cabin door was locked.[

"Open the door!" Yin Yanyan shouted.

"No, Miss Yin, you can't go out, it's dangerous outside."

The stewardess tried to dissuade her.

"Open the door and I'll help them."

"you……"

The stewardess gave her a suspicious look.

With her well-proportioned and slender figure, she really doesn’t look like she can help.

The matter was urgent, and Yin Yanyan was too lazy to talk nonsense to her.

With a grab, the stewardess was pressed against the bulkhead.

The stewardess turned pale with fright: "You..."

Before he could say a complete sentence, Yin Yanyan had already taken the key out of his pocket.

"You can just lock the hatch after I get out."

Yin Yanyan quickly opened the cabin door and stuffed the bunch of keys back into the flight attendant's pocket.

He dodged and ran out.

She walked very lightly, and before she even reached the hatch, she heard a commotion inside, as if a pot was boiling.

There was a thought in her mind. Could it be that Ye Yanmo had already succeeded?

If the gangsters were still in control of the situation, the passengers inside would not make random noises.

She hid her body and looked inside.

In economy class, the situation has completely reversed.[

There were several corpses strewn about in the cabin, including those of gangsters and ordinary passengers.

The leading female robber leaned against the cabin and huddled behind Mr. Kuang.

He held a knife in one hand, and the tip of the knife was pressed against the main artery of Kuang Shao's neck, and the tip of the knife had already penetrated the flesh.

The other hand held the pistol that looked like lipstick and held it against the heart of Kuang Shao's vest.

Ye Yanmo was standing opposite them, spinning the lipstick pistol in his hand.

He said coldly: "Let him go, and I can spare your life."

"Humph, I won't listen to your nonsense! Ask him to put down his gun, or I will kill you immediately!"

The tip of the knife pressed inward, and Kuang Jingye already had a wound on his neck. The blood flowed even faster now, almost winding into a stream.

His face turned pale, but he refused to say a word.

"Sir, you must not put down your gun. If you put down your gun, you will be controlled by her."

"Yes, yes, you can't put down the gun. This gangster wants to hijack the plane and hit something, but we can't let her succeed."

"Yeah, yes, Mr. Kuang was so righteous just now. He watched the gangster kill so many people and refused to let go. He was just afraid that the gangster would succeed and bury everyone on the plane with him. Now that the other gangsters have been subdued, we are more

The entire plane cannot be in danger just because of him..."

The surrounding passengers were all talking and finally became righteous.

"Listen, I don't want to hijack another plane! Mr. Kuang, you ask the driver to find the nearest airport to land, and prepare a bulletproof vehicle for me. Let me escape, and I will let you go. Huh, otherwise, I will pull

I will be buried with you. Anyway, my life is not valuable compared with someone as noble as Mr. Kuang. Even death is worth it!"

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