Galactic Garbage Station

The golden sculpture flew quickly, scratching the skin of Sulu pain, unable to open the eyes. At this time, Su Zheng's phone rings suddenly. However, it may fly too fast or for some reason. It quickly breaks off automatically, and Su Zheng is not distracted to answer it.

After a moment, Liu Qing's phone rang in the building. As soon as he saw it was Wang Zhuo calling, he immediately answered. Wang Zhuo was anxious to ask: “What happened? I just heard about the hijacking. I also heard that he asked the plane to change course? His cell phone just got off the hook. ”

“Brother Zhuo...” Liu Qing quickly explained.

“What's this all about?” Wang Zhuo was really in a hurry. The plane changed course according to Su Zhuo's request. In case of crash, Su Zhuo's responsibility would be huge. More than a hundred lives. This is no joke. In addition to blaming the robbers, the families may blame Su. The incident is too big, I'm afraid even the royal family can't keep it down. Of course, it's not that he doesn't care about the lives of people on the plane. Among them, Liu Qing's grandfather still pays him in his new year. He just doesn't want Su Qing to shoulder the responsibilities he shouldn't.

“Brother Zhang seems to have a way.” Liu Qing said.

“Hopefully, Ah-jung is not being strong.” Wang Zhuo can only pray in his heart.

In the air, less than a minute, the golden carving flew about 13 kilometers. However, carrying Su Qian at this fastest speed is very laborious for the golden sculpture, quickly tired, and the faster the speed, the faster the thousand kilometers consumed, the more obsolete in a minute. At the moment when the thousands of miles were abandoned, the speed of the golden carving had dropped dramatically, and the air resistance was like the tide.

Su Zheng was already ready and suddenly waved his hand, putting the gold carving in the bag of spiritual beasts. At the same time, take the flying sword out of the storage bag, step on the flying sword, and at the same time take out another thousand miles and stick it on your leg. Then, Su Zheng broke through the air resistance again, like an arrow off the string, and rushed away, not slower than the golden carving plus a thousand miles.

Nowadays, Su Zheng mentality control has reached 430 kg, the royal sword flight has been easy, the quickest is not much slower than the gold carving itself flying. Of course, flying at this speed is also very hard for Su Xin. It's like running at the fastest speed, not long, within a dozen seconds, you will be very tired, you can get tired in one minute.

The royal sword flew for about a minute. It flew nearly 12 or 3 kilometers. Su Zheng was a little unsustainable, and could only slow down. At this time, he once again released the gold sculpture from the bag of spiritual beasts, retracted the flying sword and sat on the back of the gold sculpture, and at the same time tore a thousand miles on the body of the gold sculpture. The gold sculpture worked perfectly with Su Ying. Almost did not slow down the speed, perfect relay, and flew away.

If anyone saw this scene, it would be amazing to fall off their chin, whether it's carved gold or manned, let alone relayed. Fortunately, they were at height, above the clouds, invisible to the people on the ground.

Soon after, this thousand mile charm is gone again, and the golden carving is tired. As Su Jun was preparing to relay again, his eyes suddenly lit up and he saw the plane in front of him, relieving himself greatly. The sculpture was slowed forward for a period of time and then turned in the opposite direction. After a moment, the plane in the rear chased up. As agreed, the plane drove very slowly to save fuel at the last point, at speeds of less than 300 km/h, barely maintaining take-off speed and gliding in the air.

So, even if the gold is carved out, it's not hard to keep it parallel to the plane. The passengers inside the plane, someone saw the Sulu and the golden sculpture outside, their eyes almost stared out.

“Oh, my God, look at that. ”

“Am I blind? ”

“That's Su Jing, my daughter adores him? ”

“It was Brother Huo and his golden carving, Brother Huo came to save us. ”

“Brother, this way, this way. ”

Some passengers do not know Su Xiao, some look stupid at this moment, and some are fans of Su Xiao. At this moment, they are extremely excited. Golden carving people fly. They have only watched the video, they have not seen it with their own eyes, let alone fly in parallel with them on the plane. They felt that it was a dream, and that feeling of panic and impatience had slowed down a lot. Someone even took pictures of their cell phone, thinking that even if they were dead, they would leave something behind before they died.

“Open the door.” Due to time constraints, Su Xin released his mental power to control the captain and stewardess and let them open the door. Meanwhile, the moment he opened the door, Su Jun jumped in and quickly closed the door, as the basic gold carving remained at the same speed as the plane, so he didn't get any speed shock.

Just after entering, Su Zheng noticed that there was an elderly man lying on the ground, who had already been stained with blood, surrounded by several wounded people, and a middle-aged man beside him was giving the elderly first aid, which seemed to be a doctor. It was a great pleasure to have a doctor on the plane, but it seemed that the old man was bleeding too much. He was already dying. Su Jing's mental strength swept away and found that he was weak.

Previously reported information was only about the aircraft, no injuries, and perhaps too worried about the plane crash to forget anything else. Of course, it doesn't matter if people on the ground know, if they can't even save the plane from crashing, let alone the wounded on the plane.

“Mr. Su...” Liu Hong stood up from his seat. He looked at Su Zheng and didn't know what to say. How could he not have thought of it? At this time, when he saw Su Zheng, Su Zheng was able to ride the gold sculpture onto an airborne plane. Others waited, looking at him also had a kind of gaze, feeling that Su Zheng was a man like God.

“Rest assured, everyone is seated.” Su Qian did not have time to save the old man lying on the ground, but went straight to the desk. In order to save time, he was too lazy to talk. He hypnotized the captain of the flight attendant directly, gaining unimpeded access to the desk, and asked the captain, “How much oil is left? ”

The captain answered honestly, pointing to Su Xiao. It can be said that the remaining oil is only enough to fly for 20 to 30 kilometers. There are no landing places nearby. Su Zheng was relieved, opened the door again, jumped out, rode the gold to the gas outlet, opened the gas outlet, took out some black powder, released his mental strength, and sent it all in from the gas outlet.

The captain, stewardess, and passengers looked at Su Xiao from the window and didn't know what he was doing, but everyone was stopped by Su Xiao's random move in and out of the plane in flight. No one spoke.

Su Xin sent a certain amount of black powder to the gas outlet before returning to the plane, asking the captain to turn the direction and fly back to the nearest airport. The news from the airport, Liu Qing, middle-aged men in suits, etc. almost scared Su Qing that there was no way, so the plane had to change direction. Wasn't there enough fuel to fly to the airport? Isn't it even less fuel to change the direction of the plane to fly so far, and then change the direction to fly back to the airport? What do we do now?