Chapter 1045 It’s Your Turn

The so-called barefoot is not afraid of wearing shoes.

When a person is not afraid of death, then he is truly powerful.

And these hijacking gangsters obviously do not have this condition, which means that they have many weaknesses, and they can easily solve troubles by making good use of them.

The curvature of the corner of Xinfan's mouth widened a lot. The gangster who looked at him was startled and subconsciously wanted to retreat. However, before he could put his idea into practice, he felt that his hand was empty and the gun had been taken away by the man in front of him.

The gangster was shocked!

How can humans be so fast? He didn't even see what he was doing!

Then he felt a pain in his head, and with the world spinning, he came into close contact with the floor.

After Nobushige grabbed the gun, he pointed it at the weakest porthole on the plane, and then showed an extremely innocent smile to the other three robbers: "Can I and my companions go to the cockpit? His asthma medicine seems to be on the plane. Long hands."

One of the gangsters heard this and said wildly: "If you have the ability, shoot, and we will die together."

Xinfan raised his eyebrows slightly: "That's it, okay then."

He didn't hesitate for a second and pulled the trigger almost as soon as he finished speaking. At that moment, everyone on the plane, including the gangsters, felt despair - except maybe Gin.

However, with a "click", the bullet was not fired and the aircraft was still intact.

Nobushige checked and found that the bullets were not loaded properly. While fixing the problem, he said regretfully: "Why are you so unprofessional? The bullets are not loaded properly. But it doesn't matter, the next shot will not be empty."

The hearts of the robbers skipped several beats. They clearly realized that the man in front of them was different from all the hostages they had encountered before. Normal people could not reason with a madman.

"Can we go to the cockpit now?" Nobuhiro said with a smile, "After all, you have seen that my friend's asthma is really serious, and he may die if he doesn't take medicine."

The asthmatic friend mentioned by someone nearby was breathing steadily.

Everyone knew that Asano Nobushige was just looking for an excuse to go to the cockpit, but the robbers could only temporarily acquiesce to his approach.

Seeing the gangster blocking the aisle move out of the way, Nobushige showed a satisfied expression.

He put away his gun and walked towards the cockpit without looking at the gangster again.

Gin followed him.

Several robbers looked at each other and exchanged glances in the air. They raised their guns almost simultaneously and aimed at the backs of Gin and Nobushige's heads.

Nobuhiro seems to know nothing about this.

"boom!"

"boom!"

Two gunshots were fired, but the person who fell was not the expected person.

Gin grabbed the pistol—from a broken hand—with a ferocious and crazy smile on his lips.

"Don't worry." Gin said to the remaining robber, "It's your turn."

Nobushige opened the cockpit door.

"boom!"

The cockpit door closed behind him.

At the same time, another man fell straight down - his head had exploded.

That day, all passengers on the flight from Tokyo to Pretoria seemed to have experienced a nightmare.

When the men's gasps, the women's screams, and the children's cries have gradually faded away, the cold face of the figure in the black trench coat is still deeply imprinted in the depths of every passenger's brain, like a dark cloud that can never be dissipated. .

However, this kind of terror was not caused by the robbers. The passengers did not even have much impression of the robbers. They all feared the two "heroes" who saved them.

"They are demons, demons from hell," he said.

"Fallen angels and demons are running rampant, and humans are just playthings in their hands," she said.

"A lot of people were killed that day." They agreed.

The source of these people's fear is that in order to ensure that the plane lands smoothly, they have to personally provide guidance.

"I'm talking about you,"

In the cockpit, Nobuhiro sat on the engineer's chair and lazily stared at the two robbers operating the plane.

"If you can't fly a plane, why do you want to kill the pilot?"

"They're not dead," one of the robbers said.

Nobuhiro nodded good-naturedly: "Whatever you want, they are of no use now anyway."

"Did you just change the course? Change it back and continue flying to Pretoria." Nobushige ordered.

The robbers looked at each other, their palms sweaty.

Before they came, they were only prepared to land nearby and did not know the route map to Pretoria at all.

As if he knew what the robber was thinking, Nobufu pointed at the board with his chin: "There is the route map."

"Just, even if there is a route map, we still..." The robber wanted to cry but had no tears.

They are not professional pilots, how do they know how to fly to South Africa?

Seeing this, Nobuhiro had no choice but to stand up. He relaxed his stiff body and decided to give these two rookies a good time.

The rookies didn't even have time to cry out in pain before they fainted one after another.

Just at this moment, Gin opened the door and walked in.

"Is it resolved outside?" Xinfan asked.

"Kill the chicken to scare the monkey." Gin sneered, "Let them see blood, and no matter how unconvinced they are, they will have no choice but to accept their fate."

Nobuhiro nodded indifferently, feeling no guilt for the death of the robber.

There were actually four people lying in the small space in the cockpit. Gin couldn't help but frown when he saw this: "How are you doing here?"

"As you can see, it's pretty good." Nobuhiro opened his eyes and lied, "By the way, arrange a plane to come over, we need to transfer."

"Which airport should I transfer to? I have to remind you that it will take a lot of time to get off and off together..."

"Why do we need to transfer at the airport?" Nobushige said matter-of-factly, "Planes can refuel in the air, why can't we transfer in the air?"

Gin: "..."

He asked himself that he had seen the world, but he had never met a partner who had the same appetite for mezcal as him - it was so suitable that Gin wanted to throw mezcal off the plane and into the engine. Stir into pieces.

Nobushige glanced at Gin and suddenly added: "In order to stay relatively stationary with the Boeing 747, the plane you arrange cannot be too small."

"..."

Gin suspects that Mescal did this in exchange for a private jet with a better environment, and he has evidence.

Gin's mobility was very terrifying. Before the ground realized that the hijacked flight had been replaced by another person, he had already arranged everything needed for Mescal - including preparing a plane and A pilot who can land a plane safely.

This plane has been noticed by the police and the military. Nobuhiro and the others will certainly not be able to continue their journey to South Africa. Changing another plane is what they have to do.

Nobushige controlled the plane to lower it to a level where he could breathe. The plane arranged by Gin was in the air a hundred meters below the 747.

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