It's depressing enough to encounter hijackers on a plane, but what's even more depressing is that terrorists also want to interfere.
Xiao Feng had a headache. Among the terrorists in the world, the ones in the Middle East were the craziest. They were the originators of suicide bombers and suicide attacks.
"Damn it, you are looking for death on your own, I don't want to die with you," Xiao Feng stared at the remote control in Hussein's hand, thoughts flashing through his mind quickly, but he couldn't think of a feasible method.
At this moment, the only way is to kill Hussein instantly and get the remote control in his hand. However, there are several risks in this:
First, Xiao Feng didn't know how effective the two bodyguards were, and he didn't know how effective Hussein was. If they couldn't kill with one hit, everyone on the plane would have to be killed.
Second, what type of bomb did they install? A single-point remote control transmission bomb, or a more complex cardiac pacing device. If it was a cardiac pacing device, the bomb would explode immediately once Hussein died.
Third, even if Hussein is killed and control of the aircraft is regained, the bomb is not timed. You must know that this is a real bomb, not a 'fake bomb'. Once it explodes, it is not as simple as exploding an egg. Already.
In view of the unknown nature of the bomb, Xiao Feng has been unable to make a decision. He is waiting. If Hussein really wants to create a terrorist incident, then he will definitely not keep a low profile, but choose a high-profile rhythm to detonate the bomb, hoping that the whole world will Paying attention to him and wanting to attract attention is a common problem among terrorists all over the world. They don't want the whole world to know about anything they do.
Not far away, Hussein took a few glances at the remote control and said to two middle-aged men in Arabic: "Go and talk to the hijackers and try to get them to cooperate with us. If they don't agree, let them accompany us." Let's die together,"
"Yes." The two middle-aged men were about to leave when they suddenly noticed the hijackers under the seats. Their expressions changed and they quickly returned to Hussein: "Master, what happened here?"
Xiao Feng listened to their conversation and wondered what Hussein's words meant. Could it be that they were not just trying to create a terrorist incident? From what he meant, it seemed that he didn't want to die either, but whether he wanted to or not Even if they die, the control of the plane cannot be left in their hands.
Xiao Feng slowly pulled out the dragon-marked dagger from his calf, and at the same time opened the safety of the life-threatening soul-chasing gun. He sat quietly on his seat and observed the further development of the matter.
"There is a very interesting friend over there, and his men defeated the robbers here. Haha, you can go and do your things. I leave this place to me," Hussein smiled and waved his hand.
The two middle-aged men followed Hussein's gaze and looked at Xiao Feng. They were shocked at the same time. It was him. They hesitated and nodded: "Yes, young master, be careful." After saying that, they left quickly.
Hussein played with the remote control in his hand, stared at Xiao Feng's side face, and showed a playful smile. He thought for a while, stood up and walked over: "We meet again, haha, in the words of you Chinese Let’s talk about it, is it fate?”
Xiao Feng did not expect that Hussein would take the initiative to come to him. He raised his head and glanced at him: "Hussein, I have no fate with the Middle Eastern people." While speaking, Xiao Feng's calf muscles had tightened, and he could He can burst out with power at any time, allowing him to kill Hussein in an instant.
Hussein looked down at Xiao Feng, half-squinting his eyes. This man made him unable to see clearly and made him feel extremely dangerous. He tightened the controller in his hand and asked with a smile: "You seem to be right?" What prejudices do I have,"
Xiao Feng stood up slowly. He didn't like Hussein's condescending look, which made him very uncomfortable. "No, I don't have any prejudice against you personally. I just have a little prejudice against Middle Easterners,"
"Why?" The smile on Hussein's face dropped a bit, and Xiao Feng's unkind words also made him feel very unhappy.
Xiao Feng could understand Hussein's mood. If a foreigner dared to say to him, "I have prejudices against you Chinese people," I guess Brother Feng would not be unhappy about it. He could slap him hard, "Because it is everywhere in the Middle East." Terrorist organizations, you can’t say who is a terrorist,”
Xiao Feng was testing Hussein. Although he was sure of Hussein's identity, he still wanted to see his reaction.
When Hussein heard what Xiao Feng said, a smile appeared on his face again: "So you have a prejudice against terrorists. Haha, I hate terrorists too,"
"Fuck you, you're playing psychological tactics with me. When I was in kindergarten, I used psychological tactics to trick my little sister into eating her apple. You also hate terrorists, so you're lying to your father." Of course, these words were all spoken by Xiao The feeling in Feng's heart was not expressed out loud.
"Really," Xiao Feng finished wandering around and looked into Hussein's eyes: "But I feel that you are a terrorist,"
Hussein smiled and nodded calmly: "Yes, I am a terrorist, but that doesn't mean I don't hate terrorists."
Xiao Feng gritted his teeth. There is really no normal person among terrorists. Damn it, what kind of fallacy is this? Terrorists hate terrorists. "Hussein, I don't quite understand what you are saying,"
"It's very simple. For example, do doctors definitely like doctors? To go deeper, do doctors definitely like this profession? That's it. Being a terrorist is my profession, but I hate this profession. Do you understand? Hussein smiled, glanced at the pale faces of several girls, and smiled: "It seems that your female companions are more afraid of me,"
Just like what Hussein said, the girls were really scared. Why did a terrorist pop up again? Especially Liu Shishi, whose face was pale. She had just talked so speculatively with a terrorist. Even Huo Wu and Han Cool, Liao Na, these three strong women, all have ugly faces. It's not that they are timid, but that the reputation of terrorists is too bad.
Xiao Feng looked down at the girls, responded with a don't-worry smile, and then focused his attention on Hussein's face again: "Your career is quite high-risk, why don't you resign?"
"Haha, I can't resign. God asked me to engage in this high-risk profession that I hate." Hussein smiled bitterly. Although there was an element of fraud, Xiao Feng found that the young man in front of him was really helpless. .
Xiao Feng really wanted to smoke a cigarette, but he couldn't smoke it this time. He had to think about what kind of young man the person in front of him was. It was the first time he encountered such a terrorist, and his brain was a little messy now. and hypoxia.
"You also believe in God,"
"Fuck God, that's a hypocritical old guy," Hussein cursed.
"Well, he let me meet you, so I started to hate this old guy," Xiao Feng shrugged, glanced at the remote control in Hussein's hand, and asked pretending to be stupid: "Your mobile phone is good , where to buy it,”
Hussein smiled and spread his palms: "You mean it?"
"Yes," Xiao Feng's whole body's energy was mobilized. He was making the final hesitation on whether to kill Hussein instantly and seize the remote control.
"Haha, it's not a mobile phone, it's a remote-controlled bomb device. Did you know that my men have installed bombs on this plane? As long as I lightly press this button, the whole plane will boom. Turn into a ball of fire," Hussein had a spring breeze-like smile on his face, but what he said made several girls break into cold sweats.
Xiao Feng locked his eyes on Hussein's neck. In just one second, the dragon-marked dagger could cut his neck, and his arteries would spurt out blood like a burst faucet. Within two minutes, The blood will flow away, and he will become a shriveled, cold corpse.
"Are you not afraid of death?" Xiao Feng asked coldly.
Hussein shook his head: "I said, I hate terrorists, and I am not a qualified terrorist, haha, so I am afraid of death,"
"..." Xiao Feng is going crazy, screw the terrorists, someone must be playing a prank on him, right? He has never met a terrorist like Hussein.
"I'm afraid of death, but my two men are not. They are pure terrorists who are willing to sacrifice everything for their beliefs," Hussein said with a sigh.
Xiao Feng decided to kill this weird terrorist, take control of the plane, contact the troops on the ground, and leave the rest to them.
"Xiao Feng, do you know the cardiac pacing remote control device? As long as my heart stops beating, the bomb on the plane will explode. This makes me feel helpless, but in order to leave China safely, I have no choice but to Choice," Hussein spoke again, telling the answer to the question Xiao Feng had been struggling with.
Xiao Feng was just about to take action when he heard Hussein's words. He was shocked and paralyzed. Fortunately, he didn't take action rashly, otherwise there wouldn't even be one scum left. However, what does Hussein mean? Leave China safely, maybe This is an entry point.
At this moment, Bu San and Bu Si wiped the blood from their hands and came in from the passage: "Brother Feng, the hijackers in the two cabins have been eliminated."
Xiao Feng smiled bitterly in his heart and nodded: "Well, you are not injured, are you?"
"No, when will we take control of the plane?" Fu San shook his head and asked while holding Wei Chong.
"You can't take control of the plane, it belongs to me," Hussein smiled.
Fusan frowned and looked Hussein up and down. For some reason, the young man in front of him made him feel dangerous: "Who are you?"
"Hussein, a terrorist," Hussein looked at Busan and said in a low voice: "Nice to meet you,"
"..." Bu San and Bu Si's expressions changed. Why did another terrorist appear?
"Master, I'm back," at this time, a middle-aged man's voice came from the entrance of the passage, and he walked over quickly.
Without hesitation, he raised his gun and pointed it at the heads of Hussein and the middle-aged man: "Damn it, the terrorists were still shot down with one shot."
"Then you shoot," the middle-aged man said with a cold face, tearing off his shirt to reveal what was underneath.
"I...bastard," Bu San and Bu Si stared at the middle-aged man's upper body, their eyes widening.
