If an ordinary person's neck is stabbed like this, he will be paralyzed immediately due to the compression of the spinal nerves. However, the tall and strong man's body is indeed as strong as he looks. Although this person has a stainless steel spoon on his neck, he can still waving his limbs and struggle endlessly. He wanted to shout for help, but before he could shout out, his mouth was grabbed by a big hand. Wenlong's hands impartially grasped the connection between his upper and lower jaws, making him unable to make any sound.
At the same time, Wenlong increased his strength with his right hand and stabbed the whole spoon in. The stainless steel spoon should have pierced the airway, which made him unable to make any sound. He began to cough loudly, as if he was trying hard to breathe his last breath.
But the prick on the neck was too fatal. A large amount of blood was sprayed out from the artery, dyeing his arms red. The terrorist's cough became weaker and weaker. Finally, he kept coughing out bloody saliva. The eyes under the black mask gradually turned white. The legs in leather boots were kicking weakly on the floor for a while, kicking the driver's seat in front of him, but the sound became weaker and weaker. In the end, his legs drooped down and he could no longer cough in his mouth.
Wenlong then let go of his hands and gently put the body of more than 200 kilograms on the ground. There was no excessive noise throughout the whole process. The strong man's body was spasming on the ground for a while. The neck with a stainless steel spoon seemed to be twitching like a clockwork. Coupled with the black mask stained with blood and the big white eyes, the small cockpit looked very strange and terrifying.
When Wenlong fought with Gaozhuang bandits, the two drivers turned their heads. Although everything that happened at the scene was terrible, they did not make too loud noises for professional reasons. They just looked at his actions with a little confusion and anxiety. Until Gaozhuang bandits stopped twitching, they looked at each other with relief and asked him for help at the same time.
Wenlong then noticed that their hands were handcuffed and connected to the driver's seat through a stainless steel chain, which made them unable to move freely and could only follow the command of the bandits to control the plane. He flipped the strong man a few times, found the key and handcuffed it. The two pilots rubbed their hands, and were very grateful, but they still had confusion in their eyes, because he was wearing a uniform in a fence, but his face looked very strange. Moreover, his skills were so agile that he stabbed the tall and strong bandit to death with a small spoon.
In order to save time, Wenlong briefly told them about the situation outside, and said that he was the anti-terrorism special police of the National Security Bureau, disguised himself as a to track these terrorists and asked them to cooperate with his work
The two of them believed in this, not to mention that he had saved them just now and showed off his good martial arts skills. So he ordered them to continue flying along the original route, while keeping silent and not sending out abnormal signals, making the bandits mistakenly think that the plane is still under their control.
While Wenlong was giving instructions, he searched the corpse on the floor. In addition to the crescent-shaped boots, the man was dressed very ordinary. The man had a thick beard on his face under the black mask, and his facial features were also marked by white people in the Middle East. He untied his jacket on his upper body. The black belt around his waist made him gasp, and a row of rectangular strips were protruded. From his experience, he knew that the explosive was a pressure-sensitive detonator. As long as the front face was subjected to more than a certain amount of pressure, the leads would be touched and the explosives would be detonated.
He secretly thanked that he had just started to be cautious enough, did not touch the part on his chest, and let his body slowly hit the ground, otherwise the plane would have been destroyed and the people would have died.
He threw an imitation type 54 pistol at his feet. He took off the magazine and found that there was only one bullet inside. He was thinking with the imitation in his hand.
This pistol has been around for more than 60 years since its launch. The police and the army have eliminated this model. However, due to the mature design structure of the gun, it was exported as a large number of foreign trade products in a certain period of the last century.
The 54 style in his hand was quite rough in both workmanship and materials, and it didn't look like it was produced by a regular military factory. Moreover, the bandits didn't look very prepared. The strong man who controlled the cockpit only carried one bullet. Obviously, they paid more attention to the effect of intimidation.
Wenlong reinstalled the magazine with only one round, and then walked out of the cockpit with the imitation Type 54. The air uniform had been replaced with the clothes of the strong man on the floor. Although the mask and lapel were still stained with blood, there was no time to deal with it at this moment. The most urgent task was to solve these bandits who threatened the safety of the plane as soon as possible before other robbers found that their accomplices were dead.
He estimated that there were 4 robbers on the plane. He had killed the one in the cockpit, but there were 3 robbers left outside. They should all have weapons and were tied with deadly explosives. It was never easy to eliminate the robbers while ensuring the safety of the plane. But he could no longer look back. In order to protect the person he loved, he had no way out and could only move forward.
However, so far, he still has some advantages. At least he has solved a gangster and regained the most important cockpit on the plane. Although the robbers occupied other cabins, the enemy is in the light and he is in the dark. His biggest advantage is that the other party has not yet known his existence, and he must make good use of this. Before they find that the cockpit companions are missing, they will defeat them in one fell swoop with lightning speed before they find that they are in contact with each other.
Standing behind the curtain, Wenlong breathed evenly. The pair of star and moon leather boots outside the door were still walking, but the repeated intimidation had stopped on the radio. Everything seemed to be under the control of the robbers, except for this corner of the curtain.
He lifted the curtain and walked in. The first class cabin that caught his eye was no different from before. Except for the uniform flight attendants standing against the wall, the other passengers were sitting honestly in their positions. However, the expression on their faces implied the tense atmosphere in the cabin. The seat they sat before was now empty, which seemed very abrupt among so many people.
A medium-sized gangster wearing a black mask stood in front of the empty seat. He held a passenger list in his left hand and pointed his right hand with a pistol. He was questioning the flight attendant in uniform. The flight attendant was a beautiful young woman over thirty. She tried hard to answer the gangster's zozozo, but she really didn't know where the two of them were going. He saw that her two calves under her knee-length skirt had begun to tremble involuntarily.
Brother Mullah, there are some things to report to you. Wenlong took a step forward and pretended to be the tone of the bandit who was shot. It was not difficult for him to control the muscles in his mouth. His voice was not completely consistent, but at least 80% of the same. In addition, his height and size were quite tall, so the leader did not notice anything unusual.
What's the matter? If you don't take a good look at the cockpit, why are you here? The leader of the bandit said a little displeased. His eyes under his mask flashed, and then his eyes looked at him seriously
Wenlong's appearance originally made the hostages in the first class nervous, but he always felt that someone was staring at him, and he could see it with the light of his eyes. The one staring at him was the previous flight attendant. She was standing behind the leader of the bandit. The look of the eyes of him was obviously a little confused. I don't know if she recognized him, but his eyes couldn't help but meet him.
Although Wenlong quickly moved away, this subtle action was taken in the eyes by the leader gangster. Under the bright lights of the first class cabin, the blood stains on his mask were exposed. The man's eyes turned and his pupils dilated, staring at his eyes with a look of thinking.
He secretly called out in his heart, but he didn't expect that this person was so alert. Judging from his expression, he should have doubts about him. His plan to lead him to the lounge must not work.
Sure enough, just when Wen Long wanted to start immediately, the leader of the bandit had quickly retreated. He took out the 54 style from his waist at an extremely fast speed, but the leader of the bandit had already hid in the hostage pile, and there was another person in front of him. The flight attendant who had always had a tacit understanding with him had been caught in his arms by him and blocked him as a human shield.
Wenlong held the 54-style with both hands, but he didn't know how to aim. The other party was extremely cunning, regardless of his identity, and hid most of his bodies behind the flight attendant's beautiful figure.
At this time, the passengers in the first class cabin didn't know what was going on. They were confused when they saw the two bandits holding guns at each other. The flight attendants were so scared that they screamed. They were like a group of chickens, wearing high heels, scrambling around everywhere, but they didn't dare to run out of the first class cabin, so they had to hold their heads and squeeze into the corner of the cabin.
Who are you? You killed my brother? The leader of the bandit asked behind the stewardess, and his hand was also an imitation 54. Now the pistol appeared under the armpit of the stewardess wearing a polka dot shirt, with a black muzzle aimed at him, but the hand holding the gun was blocked by the stewardess' body.
After the struggle just now, the button on the stewardess' chest was rubbed off, and a small crack exposed the fair skin and the edge of the black bra, but no one was interested in appreciating the pair of plump breasts, because the two 54 styles were aiming at each other, and there was a slim beauty in the stewardess uniform between the two men in the same outfit.
At the same time, Wenlong increased his strength with his right hand and stabbed the whole spoon in. The stainless steel spoon should have pierced the airway, which made him unable to make any sound. He began to cough loudly, as if he was trying hard to breathe his last breath.
But the prick on the neck was too fatal. A large amount of blood was sprayed out from the artery, dyeing his arms red. The terrorist's cough became weaker and weaker. Finally, he kept coughing out bloody saliva. The eyes under the black mask gradually turned white. The legs in leather boots were kicking weakly on the floor for a while, kicking the driver's seat in front of him, but the sound became weaker and weaker. In the end, his legs drooped down and he could no longer cough in his mouth.
Wenlong then let go of his hands and gently put the body of more than 200 kilograms on the ground. There was no excessive noise throughout the whole process. The strong man's body was spasming on the ground for a while. The neck with a stainless steel spoon seemed to be twitching like a clockwork. Coupled with the black mask stained with blood and the big white eyes, the small cockpit looked very strange and terrifying.
When Wenlong fought with Gaozhuang bandits, the two drivers turned their heads. Although everything that happened at the scene was terrible, they did not make too loud noises for professional reasons. They just looked at his actions with a little confusion and anxiety. Until Gaozhuang bandits stopped twitching, they looked at each other with relief and asked him for help at the same time.
Wenlong then noticed that their hands were handcuffed and connected to the driver's seat through a stainless steel chain, which made them unable to move freely and could only follow the command of the bandits to control the plane. He flipped the strong man a few times, found the key and handcuffed it. The two pilots rubbed their hands, and were very grateful, but they still had confusion in their eyes, because he was wearing a uniform in a fence, but his face looked very strange. Moreover, his skills were so agile that he stabbed the tall and strong bandit to death with a small spoon.
In order to save time, Wenlong briefly told them about the situation outside, and said that he was the anti-terrorism special police of the National Security Bureau, disguised himself as a to track these terrorists and asked them to cooperate with his work
The two of them believed in this, not to mention that he had saved them just now and showed off his good martial arts skills. So he ordered them to continue flying along the original route, while keeping silent and not sending out abnormal signals, making the bandits mistakenly think that the plane is still under their control.
While Wenlong was giving instructions, he searched the corpse on the floor. In addition to the crescent-shaped boots, the man was dressed very ordinary. The man had a thick beard on his face under the black mask, and his facial features were also marked by white people in the Middle East. He untied his jacket on his upper body. The black belt around his waist made him gasp, and a row of rectangular strips were protruded. From his experience, he knew that the explosive was a pressure-sensitive detonator. As long as the front face was subjected to more than a certain amount of pressure, the leads would be touched and the explosives would be detonated.
He secretly thanked that he had just started to be cautious enough, did not touch the part on his chest, and let his body slowly hit the ground, otherwise the plane would have been destroyed and the people would have died.
He threw an imitation type 54 pistol at his feet. He took off the magazine and found that there was only one bullet inside. He was thinking with the imitation in his hand.
This pistol has been around for more than 60 years since its launch. The police and the army have eliminated this model. However, due to the mature design structure of the gun, it was exported as a large number of foreign trade products in a certain period of the last century.
The 54 style in his hand was quite rough in both workmanship and materials, and it didn't look like it was produced by a regular military factory. Moreover, the bandits didn't look very prepared. The strong man who controlled the cockpit only carried one bullet. Obviously, they paid more attention to the effect of intimidation.
Wenlong reinstalled the magazine with only one round, and then walked out of the cockpit with the imitation Type 54. The air uniform had been replaced with the clothes of the strong man on the floor. Although the mask and lapel were still stained with blood, there was no time to deal with it at this moment. The most urgent task was to solve these bandits who threatened the safety of the plane as soon as possible before other robbers found that their accomplices were dead.
He estimated that there were 4 robbers on the plane. He had killed the one in the cockpit, but there were 3 robbers left outside. They should all have weapons and were tied with deadly explosives. It was never easy to eliminate the robbers while ensuring the safety of the plane. But he could no longer look back. In order to protect the person he loved, he had no way out and could only move forward.
However, so far, he still has some advantages. At least he has solved a gangster and regained the most important cockpit on the plane. Although the robbers occupied other cabins, the enemy is in the light and he is in the dark. His biggest advantage is that the other party has not yet known his existence, and he must make good use of this. Before they find that the cockpit companions are missing, they will defeat them in one fell swoop with lightning speed before they find that they are in contact with each other.
Standing behind the curtain, Wenlong breathed evenly. The pair of star and moon leather boots outside the door were still walking, but the repeated intimidation had stopped on the radio. Everything seemed to be under the control of the robbers, except for this corner of the curtain.
He lifted the curtain and walked in. The first class cabin that caught his eye was no different from before. Except for the uniform flight attendants standing against the wall, the other passengers were sitting honestly in their positions. However, the expression on their faces implied the tense atmosphere in the cabin. The seat they sat before was now empty, which seemed very abrupt among so many people.
A medium-sized gangster wearing a black mask stood in front of the empty seat. He held a passenger list in his left hand and pointed his right hand with a pistol. He was questioning the flight attendant in uniform. The flight attendant was a beautiful young woman over thirty. She tried hard to answer the gangster's zozozo, but she really didn't know where the two of them were going. He saw that her two calves under her knee-length skirt had begun to tremble involuntarily.
Brother Mullah, there are some things to report to you. Wenlong took a step forward and pretended to be the tone of the bandit who was shot. It was not difficult for him to control the muscles in his mouth. His voice was not completely consistent, but at least 80% of the same. In addition, his height and size were quite tall, so the leader did not notice anything unusual.
What's the matter? If you don't take a good look at the cockpit, why are you here? The leader of the bandit said a little displeased. His eyes under his mask flashed, and then his eyes looked at him seriously
Wenlong's appearance originally made the hostages in the first class nervous, but he always felt that someone was staring at him, and he could see it with the light of his eyes. The one staring at him was the previous flight attendant. She was standing behind the leader of the bandit. The look of the eyes of him was obviously a little confused. I don't know if she recognized him, but his eyes couldn't help but meet him.
Although Wenlong quickly moved away, this subtle action was taken in the eyes by the leader gangster. Under the bright lights of the first class cabin, the blood stains on his mask were exposed. The man's eyes turned and his pupils dilated, staring at his eyes with a look of thinking.
He secretly called out in his heart, but he didn't expect that this person was so alert. Judging from his expression, he should have doubts about him. His plan to lead him to the lounge must not work.
Sure enough, just when Wen Long wanted to start immediately, the leader of the bandit had quickly retreated. He took out the 54 style from his waist at an extremely fast speed, but the leader of the bandit had already hid in the hostage pile, and there was another person in front of him. The flight attendant who had always had a tacit understanding with him had been caught in his arms by him and blocked him as a human shield.
Wenlong held the 54-style with both hands, but he didn't know how to aim. The other party was extremely cunning, regardless of his identity, and hid most of his bodies behind the flight attendant's beautiful figure.
At this time, the passengers in the first class cabin didn't know what was going on. They were confused when they saw the two bandits holding guns at each other. The flight attendants were so scared that they screamed. They were like a group of chickens, wearing high heels, scrambling around everywhere, but they didn't dare to run out of the first class cabin, so they had to hold their heads and squeeze into the corner of the cabin.
Who are you? You killed my brother? The leader of the bandit asked behind the stewardess, and his hand was also an imitation 54. Now the pistol appeared under the armpit of the stewardess wearing a polka dot shirt, with a black muzzle aimed at him, but the hand holding the gun was blocked by the stewardess' body.
After the struggle just now, the button on the stewardess' chest was rubbed off, and a small crack exposed the fair skin and the edge of the black bra, but no one was interested in appreciating the pair of plump breasts, because the two 54 styles were aiming at each other, and there was a slim beauty in the stewardess uniform between the two men in the same outfit.
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