Song Xiang relied on instinct to open the blind wooden warehouse and still hit the opponent.
The people behind her and in front of her reacted instantly. She couldn't care about anyone and could only try her best to deal with the people in front of her.
The opponent was hit in the knee by her, and he struggled to react quickly to get the wooden box. Song Xiang was cruel and opened two wooden boxes directly on his abdomen.
The blood in her eyes made her feel dizzy, but she had no chance to be afraid.
There was a lot of movement behind him, but it was very fast.
Immediately afterwards, the plane tilted sharply.
Song Xiang was horrified and realized that the plane was out of control.
There was a moment of swaying from side to side, and she almost thought the plane was going to fall. The next second, the plane stabilized.
While staring at the man lying on the ground vomiting blood, she stepped back and approached the cab.
The strong smell of blood is more exciting than outside.
In the cab, there was no movement from the two drivers. Yan Han pulled the lift lever and quickly set the settings on the console.
Song Xiang gasped and approached, "Can you fly a helicopter?"
The man didn't have time to look at her for the moment, his face was very serious, but his tone didn't forget to let her relax.
"What doesn't your boyfriend know?"
Song Xiang felt at ease, and the wooden warehouse in his hand was still facing the people on the ground.
Yan Han set the plane to autopilot, turned around and saw her movements, knowing that she did not dare to be cruel.
He pulled her back, quickly dragged the people on the ground into a compartment, and locked the door from the outside.
Song Xiang watched from the side, his fingers trembling.
"Don't be afraid, you didn't do anything."
Yan Han hugged her and walked back, remembering to comfort her softly.
Song Xiang swallowed, followed him back to the cabin, and found that the remaining three people had been dealt with.
Lan Jingyu opened his collar and cursed, "You two are so unreasonable and don't give any signals."
He pointed at the three people in front of him and Rong Qi, "The two of us, two against three, almost died."
Song Xiang held Yan Han's arm, "On average, you only solved 1.5, and there are still people who solved two."
She raised her chin as she spoke, her pride overflowing from her expression.
Lan Jing rolled his eyes and cursed softly.
"By the way, how did you judge that there was something wrong with them?" Song Xiang asked Yan Han.
"Team B of District 3 rarely shows up, and is most likely a special force." Yan Han explained.
Song Xiang nodded, still not understanding, "So?"
"Special operations teams are all about mystery. Which special forces team carries a numbered tag with them?" Lan Jingyu interrupted.
Song Xiang suddenly realized.
"Then why did you wait until we got on the plane to ask?"
Lan Jingyu looked at her like a fool, and suddenly he didn't appreciate her very much.
Song Xiang pouted and turned to look at Yan Han.
"There are so many of them that even if we ask, we will be forced to board the plane."
Only by boarding the plane can the other party relax their guard.
Song Xiang nodded, "What should we do now?"
"Find the equipment and let's parachute off the plane."
"ah?"
Song Xiang was at a loss.
"We can't find a place to land, and we can't ensure there are no bombs on board." Yan Han explained.
Song Xiang had no experience at all and was at a loss to start.
After the men found the equipment, she was responsible for checking it, making sure it was OK, and preparing to jump out of the plane.
There are tall primitive trees below, and the possibility of hanging on the trees is very high, and even professionals may not be good at jumping.
"Don't be afraid, let's dance together and leave it to me."
Yan Han helped her adjust her straps from behind, explaining the key points calmly and quickly.