When Zhong Boyong got out of the car, he held the phone in his hand, his face full of shock and fear.
"When did it happen? How about the Ma family's plane? Where are our people? Did they complete the goal as planned?"
Zhong Boyong's whole body was trembling. If something happened at the airport and he failed to stick the sticky bomb on Wuntaklin's private plane as planned, what would be the point of all he did?
If Wuntaklin is not dead, when she goes back and finds that her nest has been destroyed, he and the Zhong family behind him will face an extremely terrifying revenge from an evil god-level head-dropping master!
No one can bear the consequences, not even Lu Fan!
He hung up the phone and strode towards the atrium. He hesitated when entering the door, then called Lu Fan and asked him if it was convenient for him to come to the atrium to meet him.
In less than five minutes, Lu Fan opened the door and walked in.
Behind him, there was Zhong Waner.
"Wan'er, are you back too?"
Seeing that even Zhong Waner had returned from the Civil Aviation Administration, Zhong Boyong's heart sank and his face was uglier than death.
"The three killers we sent out were all killed in the explosion."
"The Ma family's private plane carrying Anhui Takelin has taken off and left Jiangnan and is flying towards Southeast Asia."
After Zhong Waner came in, she briefly stated the two issues that Zhong Boyong was most concerned about.
"All, all dead?"
Zhong Boyong's face was as pale as a sheet of paper: "Then our plan didn't succeed, and Wuntaklin returned to Southeast Asia smoothly?"
If the final result of the matter was like this, he would even have to start thinking about a way out for himself and his family.
"However, there is still a bomb left on the plane." Zhong Waner suddenly said.
"What did you say?" Zhong Boyong stood up excitedly. He looked at his daughter in disbelief: "There is also a bomb on the plane? Is it the plane in Wantakelin?"
Zhong Waner nodded: "Yes, in order to prevent accidents, I bribed the inspector on the Ma family's private plane. During the inspection before the plane took off, I put a suitcase inside. The suitcase contained 30 kilograms of C4 explosives.
The impact of the explosion was enough to blow the plane into two pieces at an altitude of 10,000 meters in an instant. Wuntaklin will never return to Southeast Asia alive, absolutely not."
Zhong Boyong looked at Zhong Waner blankly, and suddenly smiled knowingly.
He has trained his adopted daughter for more than ten years and is preparing her to be the successor of such a large Zhong family. Tonight, she has completely matured.
He turned around, poured a pot of tea with his own hands, and then put it in Zhong Waner's hand: "I just have something to show you. Sit down and talk."
Zhong Waner took the tea bowl flattered, then sat aside, quietly waiting for Zhong Boyong to speak.
After Zhong Boyong motioned for Lu Fan to take a seat, he took out his mobile phone from his pocket, clicked on a video, and put it on the table. What was playing in the video was exactly what Zhong Boyong had watched in the club, about five hundred troops encircling and suppressing the Salomon.
Video footage of the ancestral land.
For nearly half an hour, after the two people finished reading, they looked at each other.
Lu Fan didn't say anything. This was the first time for him to see with his own eyes what the ancestral land of the Saracen Sect looked like.
The shock in my heart is naturally beyond description.
He saw with his own eyes the scene where the bone tower of the sacred relics of the Sahara Gate was blown to ashes by rocket bombs.
There are also countless corpses on the ground, as well as broken arms...
"Didn't any of those ghost kings, protectors, etc. show up?"
After the video was played, Lu Fan raised his head and asked.
"No, no."
Zhong Boyong said in confusion: "At that time, they besieged this place and did not receive much resistance."
"After all, the firepower was sufficient. When people went in to clear the place, the cemetery was already destroyed. In the end, not even a single living person was seen. There should be no problem, right?"
He was now obeying Lu Fan's words, but when he saw that Lu Fan did not show the happiness and excitement he expected.
Suddenly, I felt a little uneasy, thinking something had gone wrong. I looked at Lu Fan nervously, not even daring to take a breath.
But what he didn't know was that Lu Fan's worry did not come from this cemetery, but from the attic in the backyard, that Zhong Ziyan had fallen into suspended animation again.
He didn't tell anyone about Zhong Ziyan.
The matter was of great importance, and he didn't want Zhong Boyong and the others to worry about it until he figured out the answer himself.
"How long will it take before the plane explodes?" Lu Fan asked.
"In fifty minutes, the Ma family's private plane will explode over the Pacific Ocean. I have already informed the International Aviation Administration, and we will receive the news as soon as possible." Zhong Waner said.
"Fifty minutes..."
Lu Fan took a deep breath: "Then let us wait and see."
