Jin Hao looked at the first officer and smiled: "What a man! Wait for my signal, I will kill everyone before taking off!"
Jin Hao looked at the gangster's corpse on the ground, which seemed to be similar in stature to his own. He smiled and lowered his head to take off the gangster's clothes.
"Be careful!!!" Suddenly the first officer exclaimed, and Jin Haodi quickly tilted his head and hid behind the driver's seat. "Bang~!" There was a gunshot, and a bullet whizzed past his ear.
Jin Hao stood up quickly, grabbed his wrist and twisted it when he was about to fire the second shot, and covered the captain's mouth with his other hand. "Ugh~!" the captain screamed, and the pistol fell to the floor.
superior.
"You bitch is just being hypocritical!" Jin Hao pointed his finger at the acupuncture point, and the captain stopped struggling and dropped his head on his chest. Jin Hao clapped his hands and hummed. "Damn! It turns out you are a mole too!"
"By the way! When the passenger plane flew to Shanghai, the captain said there was a mechanical failure and made a short stop at the Iwo Jima military airport!!" The first officer suddenly realized what he was saying and shouted, his eyes widening in shock.
Like a bell, he never expected that this respectable old captain would be an accomplice of the gangster.
"No wonder this bomb can be put on the plane! Knowing people and faces but not knowing hearts...!" Jin Hao smiled and patted his shoulder and picked up the intercom. "Director, let me tell you good news for free. This bomb is
Shipped directly from the United States, and those people! That captain is the mole!"
"What?! Shipped directly from the United States?!" This news exploded like a bomb. No wonder this plane flew from Los Angeles to Shanghai with empty seats and filled it with passengers. It turned out that the captain was a mole.
Yang Jinsong said with a trembling voice: "Mr. rich man! The lives of tens of millions of people in Shanghai are in your hands!!"
"Hehe~! I didn't work for nothing! When the work is done, the people of Shanghai will thank me for a big red banknote!!" Jin Hao smiled and said
"Okay! Okay!!! I will definitely meet your request!!" Yang Jinsong felt at ease in his heart. Problems that can be solved with money are not problems.
"That's easy to say! It's a rule in this industry to accept money from others to help others eliminate disasters!" Jin Hao hung up the intercom.
Jin Hao threw down the phone, continued to take off the gangster's clothes, put them on himself, and then put on a mask. At first glance, he couldn't tell the real thing from the fake one.
"Everything, everything, everything~!!" At this time, there was a sound of banging on the door outside the cockpit.
Jin Hao rolled the gangster's body into a ball and covered it with his black coat. He winked at the co-pilot. The co-pilot nodded and opened the hatch.
"Asshole! Why did you close the door?!" the gang leader walked in and asked Jin Hao angrily. Jin Hao just pointed to the captain's seat.
"Idiot!! That's one of our own...!" The gang leader looked over and found that the captain had fainted on the seat. He was about to get angry when he felt an iron finger tap on his back, and his body suddenly collapsed.
Feeling numb, he rolled his eyes and threw himself on the floor.
"Close the door, and then open the door when you hear the three-long-two-short signal!" Jin Hao warned with a pistol in his hand, and got out of the cockpit.
"There really are martial arts masters! This acupuncture technique is so cool! Let me do it!!!" The co-pilot looked at Jin Hao's back with admiring eyes, waved his sword finger and pressed the door switch.
Jin Hao walked to the cabin, and the five gangsters saw their accomplices coming out, but they didn't pay attention and still stayed at their fighting positions.
Jin Hao walked up to the gangster he met at the beginning and whispered: "Where is the bomb? We need to check it!"
