I'm a spy in the film

Chapter 42: Surprised or not? Unexpected?

Except for the man in the plaid shirt who was so scared that he could not stand, the passengers in the cabin looked in the direction of the voice in surprise. They saw a young man in a suit and tie who was speaking. He was standing upright at the aisle, with a bald man lying at his feet. The man's clothes looked familiar, and he seemed to be one of the hijackers.

This is, the hijacker has been caught? Are we saved?

Hope suddenly rose in the hearts of the passengers in the cabin. They wished that the young man in the suit would pull out a submachine gun from his waist and shoot all these damn hijackers into a hornet's nest!

Unlike everyone else, the moment he heard the voice, the wavy-haired girl's eyelids twitched and alarm bells rang in his heart.

Ever since he gave his lawyer the order to hijack the plane at the police station, a faint sense of crisis had lingered in his mind, casting a shadow over the operation. This feeling intensified a few minutes before the plane took off, and did not diminish even after he took control of the cockpit. That was why he gave that speech on the radio, hoping that the danger would reveal itself.

Later, someone, the black air marshal, really ruined his plan. However, everything was still under his control, so when he saw the black air marshal, he was relaxed.

But now, after hearing this voice, he was sure that the guy who spoke was his biggest enemy on this trip, because at this moment the sense of danger was like a sharp sword hanging over his head, and the oppressive feeling made him want to roar out loud!

Therefore, without even turning his head, he raised his hand and fired a shot in the direction where the sound came from.

"boom".

This sudden and swift shot scared everyone: they had never seen or even heard of such a unscrupulous hijacker who shot and killed people without even raising his head. He didn't ask anything, didn't look at anything, and just shot when he heard someone talking. How cruel was this criminal?

The passengers in the cabin were all heartbroken at this moment. They all pressed their bodies tightly against the backs of their chairs, not daring to move. Their hands tightly grasped everything they could hold until their knuckles turned white. They didn't even dare to breathe, for fear that this brutal bandit would dislike them and shoot them.

However, there was no sound of someone being shot and falling to the ground for a long time, and the cabin fell into an awkward silence.

A passenger glanced over and saw that the young man in the suit was still standing there fine, with no sign of injury on his body. He was still smiling, but in the eyes of the man with the wavy hair, this smile turned into a sarcastic mockery.

"Waterfake?"

Charles Lane with the wavy hair felt extremely ridiculous!

Missed the shot?

This is impossible!

His father started taking him hunting when he was five years old. After he became an adult, he hired a special firearms coach to give him one-on-one training. He can maintain a certain level of accuracy no matter what kind of firearm he uses, not to mention at a distance of less than 10 meters.

However, waves of danger alerts coming from his mind told him that the danger was still there.

This person in front of me must be eliminated and then get away quickly!

Charles Lane made up his mind that this time he would not be so careless. He hid behind the hostage to guard against the black air police's gun.

At the same time, the muzzle of the gun in his right hand was aimed at the young man in the suit over there. Since the other party was so arrogant and dared to face him with bare hands, he would use the other party's life to teach him a lesson.

At this moment, several passengers around Charles Lane saw his little movements clearly, but they dared not do anything due to the other party's power. They could only close their eyes regretfully and pray for this young man in a suit who dared to stand up and had a bit of chivalry. Several young ladies even forgot their threats and sobbed softly.

In just a few seconds, Charles Lane, who had become serious, adjusted his posture, aimed at the young man in the suit, and fired three shots in rapid succession.

"bang bang bang"

"See if you're still alive?" Charles Lane thought viciously.

"clang clang"

"what!"

This time, Charles Lane cried out in surprise, and the smug grin on his face after his success had not yet faded away, but froze on his face.

The passengers who were secretly watching everything were also stunned, including Charles Lane's female accomplice and the black air policeman John Johnny who was confronting her.

The young man in the suit was seen holding a shield that he had conjured up from somewhere. He not only blocked the bullets and the blood splattered by the bullets, but also charged towards the wave head with the shield.

That's not a shield, it's just a stainless steel tray!

Only Charles Lane and the black air police officer John Johnny saw it clearly. When Charles Lane just raised his right hand holding the gun, the young man in the suit clearly predicted his action and took out a one-meter-long rectangular stainless steel tray from behind and blocked it in front of him.

All three bullets hit the tray, splashing large amounts of red blood, while the tray only had some dents where they were shot.

The bullet was actually blocked by a stainless steel tray!

This scene that violated common sense of physics made everyone present unable to react, and they did not notice the even more unreasonable phenomenon that how the blocked bullet could burst into blood.

Only Charles Lane and John Johnny reacted at the same time.

"Blank!"

John Johnny shouted excitedly, and his heart finally settled down.

Charles Lane was even more decisive. With a flick of his wrist, a dinner knife appeared in his hand. At this time, the young man in a suit had already rushed to him with a "shield" and punched him.

There was a flash of cruelty in Charles Lane's eyes. He ignored the fist of the young man in the suit that was about to hit him in the face, and stabbed the hostage's neck with the knife in his hand.

The young man in the suit also reacted very quickly. He immediately changed his straight punch into a knife and slashed his wrist fiercely. "Crack", Charles Lane's wrist was broken by the knife, and the dinner knife fell to the ground.

The young man in the suit was about to reach out to grab it, but he saw the other party raise his left hand, and a black bottle-shaped object flew in front of him and exploded in the air with a bang.

It turned out that the opponent's self-mutilation-like action just now was just a deception. When she saw the young man in the suit rushing towards her, she knew that her speed was definitely not faster than the opponent. In this narrow space, with the opponent getting close to her, she could only be beaten. Only by creating opportunities to severely injure the opponent could she have a chance of survival.

Therefore, Charles Lane first pretended to kill the hostage, but in fact his left hand had quietly reached into his pocket, holding one of his trump cards.

Sure enough, before the two choices of controlling himself and protecting the hostages, the young man in the suit chose to protect the hostages first, and at the cost of a broken wrist, he successfully created the opportunity to use his trump card.

"what?"

The young man in the suit also reacted quickly. When he saw the thing flying towards him, he turned his head to avoid it. However, after the thing exploded in the air, it formed a small ball of black mist and covered the young man on the head.

Although he didn't know what it was, the young man in the suit didn't want to be contaminated by it. He ducked and rolled backwards to avoid the black fog. Before leaving, he pulled the black stewardess who was still lying on the ground in a daze, and kicked the male hostage in the plaid shirt who was still sobbing sadly.

sizzle.

The black mist slowly descended, corroding the red carpet into a large black stain with bubbles coming out of it, quickly turning the neatly-knit carpet into black residue that no one could see.

This made the three people who escaped the black fog feel terrified: if this thing fell on a person, it would be more than just disfigurement.

Looking at the hijackers, Charles Lane, who had originally wanted to take the opportunity to escape, was now lying on the ground on his back with a black fist mark on his left eye, stars in his eyes.

A tall and muscular man in a black suit was standing at his feet, holding down the struggling traitor stewardess, with a smug smile on his face.

He opened his mouth wide and laughed out loud, revealing a row of white teeth, but who else could it be but Zack?