"The U.S. military base on Iwo Jima has always been a training area for the U.S. and Japanese naval and air forces, but this time it has become an island of death! Geez!" Bai Yunbing laughed excitedly.
"Yes! We have pulled out the fang on our chest!" Xu Xianghai said with a smile.
Yang Qingfei couldn't help but ask curiously with her beautiful eyes. "Who is the rich man?! So powerful?! He seems to be the master of the racing criminal Niu!"
"Hahaha~!! This is...confidential!" Xu Xianghai and Bai Yunbing looked at each other and said mysteriously.
In the sky above the East China Sea, the Boeing 777 passenger plane numbered B4084 was flying towards Shanghai Airport at cruising speed. Suddenly, the siren on the plane screamed "Beep, beep, beep!!!!".
"No! We are locked by the radar! It's the F-1's fire control radar! The Americans are going to fire on us!!" The first officer glanced at the siren, and his face suddenly turned pale.
Jin Hao narrowed his eyes and picked up the intercom: "Shanghai, Shanghai, here are the local tycoons, and the Americans are going to open fire on us! We are ready to evade!!"
"What?! Are Americans crazy?! This is a terrorist act!!!" Yang Jinsong, who had just breathed a sigh of relief, felt his heart suddenly hit his throat again, and yelled angrily into the intercom.
Jin Hao smiled and said: "A base worth hundreds of billions of dollars has turned into an island of death. Anyone who changes it will go crazy! Call the air force, we won't be able to hold on for long."
"Plug in the public channel and turn on the in-flight announcer at the same time! Let the Americans know what kind of beasts they raise with their taxes!" Jin Hao turned to the first officer and said.
The first officer set the channel and nodded as if he had taken a reassurance. "It's all up to you, Mr. Rich!!"
"Dear passengers, I am the rich captain! I am sorry to tell you! We have been locked by the fire control radar of the American fighter plane. Fasten your seat belts! I have to lower the altitude to avoid the missiles! Don't blame me if you fall to death!!"
Jin Hao smiled and spoke slowly into the microphone.
"What?!!NO!!!!"
“FQ!!!Yankee!!!Fuck!!!”
"I don't want to die!!! I still have billions of net worth! There are more than a dozen mistresses!!"
"This is an act of terror!!! I want to complain!!! I want human rights!!!"
"O Allah!! Punish these American devils!!!!"
"God bless! God bless!! They won't fire, no way!!!"
"Buddha...I sincerely pray to you. I will eat fast and recite Buddha's name all my life. I ask for your mercy and protection...!!"
The passengers in the cabin were in an uproar. They had just stepped out of the wolf's den and entered the tiger's mouth again. The cruel reality hit their psychological defense line. The flight attendants tried their best to comfort the passengers, but some passengers who were out of control even hugged the beauty.
The flight attendant asked for XXOO for the last time in her life.
At this time, a female radar warning voice came from the announcer: "Alert! Alert!!! Missile incoming! Missile incoming!!!" The chaotic cabin suddenly became silent.
"If you don't want to die, please sit tight! We are about to descend!!" Everyone stared at the loudspeaker above their heads. Jin Hao's voice made them all sit down in their seats and fasten their seat belts. Now they are descending.
