After getting on the plane, Lin Huan felt as if he had knocked over a five-flavor bottle. It was sour, sweet, bitter, spicy, and salty, but he couldn't tell which flavor he was tasting now.

Dragon Blood Organization, Dragon Blood Agent, this name I have heard countless times, but I can't find any trace of it in my memory.

If he really wanted to contact the Dragon Blood Agent, the nameless transport ship on the highway might be the last battle and the last contact between him and his teammates.

Lin Hun fell into memories again. It was still that big ship and that scene. He didn't know the real purpose of why he and others were on the ship.

There are no military uniforms, no logos, and even the weapons are AK and Toyota series commonly used by terrorists around the world. If you just look at their faces, you can never tell whether they are Chinese, Zhepeng or Korean.

The rest of the special equipment, without exception, is all brand-name equipment, and no government logo of any country can be found.

On that ship, what mission was carried out, escort, robbery or destruction? Lin Hun didn't know, so he regretted it now, why he didn't ask Dai Fangfang earlier.

With the roar of the plane, Lin Hun, who had been working for many days, felt drowsy. The beautiful stewardess patiently asked if he needed anything, but he turned a deaf ear.

Keep your spirits up, keep a clear head, and welcome the inquiries from those old antiques. I hope that during this meeting, I can see the other two people. In Lin Hun's dream, in the cage, where he gave up killing the liger.

For a moment, those two disappointed looks could not be forgotten by him.

Feeling a few disappointed looks, Lin Huan felt a little dizzy and leaned against the glass window in a daze.

Are you really that tired?

Because it was at public expense, Lin Huan only chose economy class. Liang Shuang was very dissatisfied with the arrangement of the field, so he hacked into the civil aviation computer and changed Lin Huan's behavior to business class. The reason was very simple. The flight attendants there looked pleasing to the eye.

, and very attractive.

Unfortunately, Lin Hun did not accept Liang Shuang's sentiments and insisted on taking the economy class seat.

Thinking of Liang Shuang's murderous expression before leaving, Lin Hun felt warm. Wasn't he just going to see Dai Fangfang? Is there any need to be jealous?

Oops, why did I start thinking wildly? This is definitely against common sense. Years of struggle experience immediately made Lin Huan alert.

There was an accident on the plane.

Biting the tip of his tongue sharply, while his mind was clear, Lin Huan held his breath and carefully felt the structure of the molecules in the air. Yes, there was indeed a psychedelic component in the air, which should be a hallucinogen commonly used by special forces.

Quietly filtering out the hallucinogen in the air, Lin Huan pretended to be dazed, fell down on the seat, and looked around with squinted eyes. The hijackers had not yet made any move. The slightest rash move could alert the enemy.

From the corner of his eye, Lin Huan saw several guys wearing breathing masks opening the luggage rack and taking out items from their carry-on luggage.

A flight attendant staggered by. The plane bumped, but she fell to the ground and fell asleep.

Those guys quickly assembled a gun. One guy casually took out a bundle of solid bombs, walked to the wing, and put them under the seat.

Judging from the skillful movements of these people, they are all well-trained masters, and they have bribed the people in the civil aviation industry.

The gun is made of engineering plastic, and even the barrel has a matt finish. The bullets should be condensed bullets, which are in a semi-fluid state at room temperature. Under low pressure and temperature, they become as hard as iron and can penetrate the body.

But it's not a problem.

There was also a guy who took apart an old LCD laptop and folded it into a gun.

These things are high-tech products that have only appeared in recent years. They can perfectly evade security inspections. It is definitely not easy for people to get these things.

Watching these guys do all this, Lin Hun was thinking about how to escape. He must not let these guys hinder his plan.

Perhaps because they were overconfident in their own power, only one of these gangsters was left to guard the economy class cabin, while the others all got into the first class and business class cabins.

The guy who was guarding the economic zone was not a serious person, and he was casually exploring the body of the flight attendant.

He poked the gun here and there. Finally it stopped on the flight attendant's underwear, showing an evil smile.

"Fuck, this guy is so wretched."

Lin Huan, who was fully awake, was staring at the guy opposite him. Because he was wearing a breathing mask, he couldn't see his face clearly.

Just when this guy reached out to touch the flight attendant's chest, the half-rolled shirt sleeves lifted up involuntarily, revealing a tattoo in the shape of a chrysanthemum, with a bloody saber above the chrysanthemum.

Is the chrysanthemum saber tattoo a coincidence, or is there another mystery? Searching my mind, Lin Hun has never seen any mercenaries or special forces with the chrysanthemum saber tattoo as their symbol.

The chrysanthemum saber has always been the symbol of the Zhepeng royal family. Is it a ninja sword?

Thinking of this, Lin Hun himself shook his head. Although Ninja Swordsmen were mercenaries, most of them were ninjas. As ninjas, few of them had guns. Moreover, Ninja Swordsmen were not qualified to use the symbol of the royal family as their own logo.

But Lin Huan didn't know that the tattoo of a blood-colored chrysanthemum dripping with blood and a saber was the unique symbol of the Heike family where Pingdao was located.

When the other party was not paying attention, Lin Huan hunched over and quietly climbed onto the seat of the plane. Like a gecko, he pressed his limbs on the seat and moved forward.

The gangster in front had an extraordinary sense of danger. He seemed to smell the danger. He raised his head and looked around, but found no other abnormalities.

Lin Hunzheng was sitting on the innermost seat. That seat originally belonged to a child, but now the child was lying on his mother's body, sleeping soundly.

Although he didn't find anything special, the gangster still walked towards the middle, but found that there was one person missing from Lin Hun's position.

The gangster immediately heightened his vigilance, raised his gun, and tiptoed towards Lin Hun's original seat.

When he reached Lin Hun's current position, he subconsciously looked at the seats by the window. These people seemed to be sleeping soundly.

When he turned around, the gangster couldn't tell anything was wrong. Is there a standing ticket on the plane? The answer is no.

Lin Hun's heart was already in his throat. Even children's tickets on the plane also had separate seats. Anyone with a little bit of care could tell that the seat he was sitting in was not the original seat.

Sure enough, the gangster turned around again after being stunned for a brief moment.

Soon enough, Lin Hun stood up suddenly. Before all the gangster's heads could turn around, his left hand suddenly pulled towards the opponent's mask, and a ball of air in his right hand was stuffed into the opponent's waist.

on the air filter.

"call."

The gangster breathed a long sigh of relief and slowly fell to the ground.

That mass of air was the carbon dioxide and hallucinogen that Lin Huan had just extracted from the air. Under the tension, the gangster leaned back and inhaled involuntarily. Such a large dose of hallucinogen and carbon dioxide directly damaged his central nervous system.

system.

He took off the opponent's air mask, put on the opponent's coat, tied up the gangster, and placed it on the seat. Lin Hun took out his cell phone, pointed at the opponent's arm, took a photo, and sent it to Liang Shuang and Dai Fangxiang respectively.
Chapter completed!