“…”

Everyone was speechless again, I'm so stupid, you even brought a gun, are you still missing a bottle of wine?

"Okay, I've said enough nonsense, let's talk about something serious!" After the young man said that, he frowned and looked at the fat man who was still screaming: "Hey, fat man, can you stop calling? If you call again, I'll blow your head."

“…”

The fat man was so scared that he closed his mouth and his forehead was covered with sweat.

"Now, everyone takes out all their money and belongings... In addition, they also have a bank card and also tell me the password."

The young man said loudly.

"What does he want a bank card and password? Can he still transfer money on the plane?"

Han Yifei was a little confused.

"Who knows, now the means of crime are becoming more and more advanced, and maybe I can really transfer money on the spot."

Xiao Chen said with a smile.

"Hurry up, go in!"

At this moment, a cold shout came out, and a dozen men and women in suits and ties or dressed in brand-name casual clothes came out.

Their faces were full of panic and trembling. When encountering hijacking incidents, these social elites were no longer more qualities than ordinary people.

Behind them, two men, one of whom was bearded, with a gun in his hand.

The other one-eyed old man in his sixties turned out to be a one-eyed old man.

"Boss."

The young man named "Lion" came to the one-eyed old man and shouted respectfully.

"Yes." The one-eyed old man nodded: "Are you all controlled?"

"It's already controlled."

"Okay." The one-eyed old man nodded: "Let them all squat in the aisle."

"yes."

The young man nodded and pointed his gun at the elites in the first class: "Everyone, there is no seat here, so I can only feel wronged... I squat down with my head and don't play tricks, otherwise I will leave you with no heads."

No one of the elites dared to have any objections, and they shivered and squatted in the aisle.

The one-eyed old man swept across the audience, and a one-eyed twinkle with a gleam.

When the one-eyed old man glanced at him, Xiao Chen and Han Yifei both lowered their heads and pretended to be trembling.

The one-eyed old man noticed no abnormality and withdrew his gaze.

"Let's get started."

"yes."

The young man nodded and pointed a gun at a middle-aged fat man squatting in front of him: "Start from you, take out all the valuable things on him..."

“Yes, yes, yes.”

The middle-aged fat man nodded tremblingly, took off the watch, ring and even the Buddhist beads on his wrist and stuffed them into the bag.

"Patide Philip, fat man, it seems you are quite rich."

The young man took out his watch and looked at it.

"Ha, usually..."

The fat man forced a smile.

"Come on, log in to your bank card, and then transfer money into my account..."

The young man took out a silver notebook, knocked out a page, and said to the fat man.

"ah?"

The fat man's eyes widened and he still wanted to transfer money?

"What, is it a matter of life or money?"

The young man looked cold and the gun in his hand pointed at the fat man's head.

"I'm going to die, I'll transfer money!"

The fat man shivered in fear and said quickly.

"very good."

The young man smiled satisfied and signaled the fat man to transfer money.

When I looked at the balance in the fat man’s bank card, the young man was even more satisfied, eight digits!

The second one is a thin man in his forties, who handed out valuable things such as watches.

When the young man asked him to transfer money, he refused. Although he was afraid, he felt that these people should not kill.

"It seems you chose to ask for money, haha, I respect your choice."

After the young man finished speaking, he pulled the trigger directly.

Bang.

The gunshots rang out, and the bullets penetrated the thin man's eyebrows.

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Tell me a story [Near our house, there is a steamed bun seller, which is very delicious. Many people go to buy steamed buns, and I go every day... However, recently, the steamed bun seller has made fewer steamed buns and cannot keep up with it because of some things... As a result, I got angry and stood at his door and scolded him, "I spend money to buy steamed buns, why don't you make steamed buns for me quickly? I'm so fucking? I spend 50 cents to buy steamed buns every day. Do you have the attitude to sell less? I've spent money, I'm God..."

Well, just tell a story, please do not substitute it.

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In addition, there is a pirated reader named "One" yarn. You really challenged my patience. Just watch pirated versions. Just come to splash the screen and curse people. Just curse people. It also involves the book review administrator... You scolded me so much. If I don't say too much, I will reply to you, [If I were your father, I should have shot you in the sewer...]

The update has been slow recently, but I have paid the price and I have been attending all of them... If it is not necessary, I will deliberately update slowly? I hope everyone can understand more and not be violent online for nothing. Everyone can read books and have fun, and they want to be relaxed and happy. Why do you have to make a deep grudge?

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Chapter completed!