The clouds around the plane were thick and dark, the airflow outside was not very stable, and the inside of the plane seemed a little bumpy.
James sat in the cabin, leaned forward, put his arms on his thighs, intertwined the fingers of his hands and clasped them together, lowered his head and closed his eyes. Although he tried hard to appear calm, he was holding them tightly together.
His hands, as well as his joints that were a little white from exertion, still exposed the tension and uneasiness in his heart.
After all, the aircraft they were traveling on was not a private jet that emphasized luxury and comfort, but a military aircraft that focused on practicality. The layout of the aircraft cabin was very simple, with only one bench placed on both sides of the cabin against the bulkhead.
Eight people sat facing each other, four on each side.
Victor and James were sitting together. Opposite Victor, Wade was holding a slender whetstone and sharpening his long knife with concentration on his face.
It was rare and quiet in the cabin at this time. Apart from the noise caused by the high-speed flight of the plane, the only sound was the sound of Wade sharpening his knife.
"brush!"
"brush!"
…
The clear sound of sharpening knives sounded rhythmically in the cabin, but no one spoke. It was rare that the talkative Wade could keep his mouth shut. Everyone was quietly enjoying this rare tranquility. They only hoped that Wade
If you can keep grinding like this, never speak.
But obviously, their idea cannot be realized.
Not long after, Wade started talking to himself without anyone speaking.
The moment he spoke, everyone couldn't help but roll their eyes. A feeling that something beautiful had been destroyed arose in everyone's hearts. They had never liked silence so much.
Wade doesn't know what everyone thinks, or it won't affect him if he knows it. A qualified and persistent chatterbox will not change himself because of other people's preferences, and he can't change it.
Wade stopped sharpening the knife in his hand, picked up the samurai sword in his hands, looked around, and said to himself.
"You know what? I love this knife more than anything in the world."
After saying this, Wade raised his head and looked at Victor sitting opposite, and asked seriously.
"Do you want to know why?"
Victor, who became very unhappy, didn't even look at Wade, and squeezed out two words through his teeth with a cold face.
"In no mood!"
Wade didn't seem to hear what Victor said, and continued to talk to himself.
"Because it's commemorative."
As Wade spoke, he raised his head and looked at Victor opposite him with a serious face.
"This knife is a bit long, so it's not easy to carry it on the plane."
"But if you pull out two knives at your ex-girlfriend's wedding."
"They will never forget it!"
After Victor listened, he coldly looked down at Wade, who was sitting opposite him and was a head shorter than him, and said in a cold voice.
"Wade, that's funny."
"I think you're confusing me with that crap."
Wade smiled mischievously when he heard Victor's words.
"Probably, I definitely didn't use a gun, bone claws, or the nails of the shopaholic lady to attract attention."
Wade didn't seem to feel the chill in Victor's words, and continued to taunt, and even brought the others with him.
As Wade finished speaking, everyone's eyes were focused on the two of them. Agent Zero and James, who were lying on the gun, looked at Wade with a hint of chill.
Victor and Wade looked at each other coldly, and the atmosphere quickly became tense. Victor casually crossed his fingers between his legs, and the sharp nails that originally extended less than half a centimeter from his fingertips quickly became
It was long and soon turned into sharp claws that were more than two centimeters long.
Wade felt the violent aura rising from Victor's body and felt a huge threat. He also held his hand on the handle of the knife, ready to deal with Victor's attack at any time.
The two people's eyes met in the air, tit for tat, and the atmosphere in the entire cabin became extremely tense. At this moment when the two were about to start a fight at any time, Wade's habit of being a bitch broke out again.
With a flick of the brush, Wade's hand holding the whetstone suddenly lifted up.
"Want a manicure?"
James, who was sitting next to Victor, sensed Victor's angry state and was afraid that the two of them would get into a fight and accidentally dismantle the plane, so he quickly reminded him.
"Victor, don't get excited!"
James felt furious at the thought of this possibility.
He couldn't fly. If the plane was destroyed by the battle between the two, he would fall directly from an altitude of several thousand meters. The scene would be too beautiful for him to even think about.
When Victor heard this, he remained unmoved. Instead, he grinned ferociously, revealing two sharp tiger teeth, as if he was ready to take action at any time.
Just when everyone thought there was going to be a fight between the two, Wade suddenly spoke while staring at Victor.
"I saw Fred got a new tattoo."
Everyone was speechless by his sudden words, but James still turned to look at Fred, who was sitting on the other side of him with his bare and thick arms.
At this glance, James really saw a new tattoo on Fred's arm, and it was the tattoo of a girl who looked graceful.
This tattoo of a girl in a sexy pose felt very familiar to James. Soon, he thought about it in his mind and couldn't help but say in surprise.
"Oh my gosh, Fred, you just met her last night!"
The sexy girl tattooed on Fred's arm was the one they met while drinking in the bar last night.
"I love her."
Fred said with a dull expression while chewing the beef jerky in his mouth.
James was speechless when he heard this.
"You fell in love with her after one night of sleep?"
Fred did spend the night with this girl last night, but falling in love with her in just one night was still a bit unacceptable to James.
Fred answered seriously.
"She's a gymnast."
Bradley, who was sitting at the front of the cabin, close to the cockpit, couldn't help but grinned when he heard the words, while James was also speechless.
Fred, who seems dull, turns out to be a sullen man.
However, after such a gag, the tense confrontation between Wade and Victor was finally interrupted.
Victor glanced at Wade coldly, put away the nails that popped out on his hands, tilted his head back, leaned against the bulkhead, and stopped talking to Wade.
At this moment, Chen Mo, who had been watching the show, said to Bradley, who was sitting opposite him.