Thank you! I just came back from the apocalypse, and I'm already extremely rich.

In the quiet cabin, a gunshot was deafening.

The passengers in the cabin were taken aback.

Then, the passenger who was in the front of the seat looked for prestige, and immediately saw the gun in the hand of the gray sweater!

"It's a gun! It's a gun! The man has a gun!"

In a word, like a fuse, the entire cabin was detonated in an instant!

"Ahh

"Help!

"Run!"

People screamed, got to their feet, and ran frantically to the back of the plane like frightened sheep, trying to escape the gunfire as much as possible.

Qianqian was also frightened awake, screamed, turned around and found that Fang Hao was nowhere to be found, and her heart suddenly panicked.

"Fang... Brother Fang Hao?

The panicked crowd fled behind the tail of the plane like a tidal wave.

Qianqian's cries of surprise were quickly drowned out by the screams of the crowd.

And at the back of the crowd, the gray sweater also held Colt in his hand and quickly retreated into the cabin, with doubt in his eyes!

Fang Hao's left hand was covered with a nano battle armor, and he looked coldly at the gray sweatshirt with a panicked expression, and his palm loosened.

When.

A brass warhead rolled out of his hand and fell to the ground.

The gray sweatshirt is not good.

This Asian man in a suit actually caught the bullet?

Are you kidding?!

Superman?

The armor faded, and Fang Hao walked forward slowly: "Put down the gun, we can talk." "

Seeing Fang Hao coming, the gray sweater subconsciously took half a step back, and turned his hand to point the muzzle of the gun at the cabin window: "Don't move! I'm going to shoot!"

He's smart.

Although it is not known how the man in the suit caught the bullet, he did it.

Since it was useless to shoot him, the gray sweater simply prepared to shoot the window of the cabin.

Because at such an altitude, once the window is broken, the cabin will be instantly relieved, and at an altitude of more than 10,000 meters, lack of oxygen, extreme cold, and pressure difference may lead to the death of the whole aircraft.

The gray sweater concluded that Fang Hao did not dare to take this risk.

Sure enough, Fang Hao obediently stopped, raised his hands, and signaled the gray sweater not to get excited.

In the crowd, Qianqian naturally saw Fang Hao coming out, and couldn't help but be shocked, and said in her heart, how did Brother Fang Hao confront this robber who hijacked the plane?

The passengers stumbled to each other, speculating on who the Asian man in the expensive suit was.

After stabilizing the gray sweater, Fang Hao spoke: "If you have any requirements, we can talk about it." "

"Talk?" Gray Sweatshirt sneered, "Who are you?"

"Me?" Fang Hao pointed to himself, shrugged his shoulders and said, "I'm just an ordinary businessman from **, if you hijacked the plane just to extort money, I think we can talk." "

The gray sweatshirt narrowed his eyes: "A businessman will target us before we even make a move?

The gray sweater is not a fool, he reacted the moment he was stopped by Fang Hao - their hijacking operation had been targeted by this Asian man.

The one who can have such superior vigilance and observation is by no means an ordinary person, at least not a businessman, as he himself says.

"Shhhh

"It looks like it's..."

"Oh God, I hope he can stop this catastrophe..."

The passengers stumbled to each other, and the various languages and tones were mixed up to sound a little garbled.

In the midst of a whispering discussion, Qianqian's expression became complicated.

Interpol?

Brother Fang Hao?

She couldn't make the connection between the two words.

"Shut up!"

The gray sweatshirt scolded, raising his gun and waving it into the crowd, trying to silence the chattering passengers.

And at the moment when he moved the muzzle of the gun out of the window, Fang Hao keenly seized this opportunity, the armor instantly covered his legs, and an arrow suddenly jumped to the side of the gray sweater!

How could the gray sweater think that Fang Hao was so fast, and it was too late to shoot at this time.

Whew-

Fang Hao struck with a precise swing, and the hard fist instantly hit the elbow of the gray sweater.

With a click, the Colt pistol instantly came out of his hand and fell to the ground.

"Grass!"

The gray sweater was frightened and was busy picking up the gun, but how could Fang Hao give him this opportunity, he stretched out his foot and kicked the gun into the crowd in one fell swoop.

Then he tugged on the collar of the gray sweatshirt, dragged him to the ground, grabbed him with a reverse joint, and twisted the gray sweatshirt down with a change of hands.

Boom!

"Oops!"

With the gray sweater's scream, Fang Hao's knees tightly pressed his head to the floor, and he casually pulled out the strap on his hood, and tied the gray sweater's hands behind him with three strokes and five divisions.

The whole set of actions did not have the slightest drag, it was done neatly, and the gray sweatshirt was subdued in the blink of an eye.

The crowd was quiet for a moment.

Then, there was a sudden burst of enthusiastic cheers and applause!

"Oh my God! it's really Interpol!"

"What a skill!"

"Thank goodness..."

"Quick... Contact the crew... We need to land quickly..."

However, Fang Hao did not relax, he knew that the black man who looked like an iron tower had never shown up.

Sure enough, just when the passengers were relieved, they suddenly heard a noisy sound on the plane's radio.

Then, a rough, slightly accented voice came over the radio.

"Ladies and gentlemen, this is the end of the show, and now please return to your seats, and let the detective bring his gun. "

As the words fell, I saw that the small TVs on the top of the plane were lit up.

In the picture, a black man is sitting in the cockpit, while a uniformed captain is next to him, and below his neck, a pool of scarlet blood slowly spreads with the tremor of the plane.

In the main and co-pilot's seats of the plane, there are two captains, who are driving the plane with trepidation.

There was a burst of exclamations in the crowd, and they all looked at Fang Hao.

Now, Fang Hao is under the name of 'Interpol', and naturally he has become the backbone of everyone.

Fang Hao's expression was solemn, and he knew that things were not so simple.

"Everybody will sit in their seats and buckle their seatbelts. "

Fang Hao stood up and asked the passengers to go back and sit down.

The passengers obediently returned to their seats, and Qianqian also came to Fang Hao's side, with a worried expression: "Brother Fang Hao..."

"It's okay," Fang Hao patted Qianqian's back and comforted, "I'll solve it." "

Qianqian glanced at Fang Hao with a complicated expression, and asked in a hesitant whisper, "Are you really Interpol?"

"Interpol is still being urged by your mother to rent every day. "

Fang Hao denied it with a smile, fastened the seat belt to Qianqian, turned around and picked up the pistol, grabbed the gray sweatshirt with one hand, shook the pistol towards the surveillance camera above the cabin, and walked towards the front of the plane.

Walking out of the cabin with a gray sweatshirt, Fang Hao turned around and hung up the curtains.

After that, instead of continuing towards the nose, he turned around and stuffed the gray sweatshirt into the bathroom, and followed himself.

Syllable!

Without the eyes of the passengers, Fang Hao finally revealed his fierce side, slammed the gray sweatshirt against the wall, put a gun to his chin and asked, "What the fuck are you guys doing?"