Sister, you miss me

The brain is like a container, filled with 20% of the brain tissue and 80% of the blood. The brain tissue is soaked in a large amount of blood. It looks a bit like tofu, but it is pink tofu.

Such a closed container is of course under pressure. Once a foreign body enters, the internal pressure increases and reaches the upper limit of the skull, and the head will burst.

The busy female flight attendant died in this way. She met her God inexplicably. Several male and female passengers nearby were covered with pink sticky things on their faces, but they forgot to wipe them, and only shouted.

With that "hijacking", four people were swiped up in different positions in the cabin, with the same bald head, deep eye sockets, bloodthirsty eyes, and strong bodies.

"To shut up."

"Shut up!"

...

The five gangsters spoke different languages ​​and did the same thing, just berating the screaming passengers.

Hua Ziyan was still in shock, but she still hugged the frightened little girl in her arms.

"Everything is in place, holding your head in your hands." The man with the rifle exclaimed, and the other gangsters used their own language so that all passengers could understand.

All passengers are very obedient, including Yang Feng.

Yang Feng felt bitter. Since 9/11, extremist organizations have rarely used such extreme methods of hijacking. I didn't expect to encounter it. This kind of probability should be struck by lightning on the road and a probability of winning a lottery. Got it.

Extremists should always demand hijacking to blackmail the government, but there are exceptions, such as 9/11.

Yang Feng decided to watch the changes.

Suddenly, an elderly man in an Arabian gown grabbed his chest. It was obvious that he had a heart attack. His other hand stretched out to his pocket, guessing what kind of first aid medicine was needed.

With a "bang" shot, the Arab old man no longer needed any first aid medicine. He stared, but saw his Allah.

A middle-aged woman in a headscarf next to her was trembling. There was a large "water stain" on the carpet under her feet. There was a bad smell in the air, but no one laughed at her.

"Fuck!" Before the words fell, the gunfire sounded, and the middle-aged woman fell on the water stain, blood slowly bleeding the red carpet.

For a while, the needle dropped in the cabin can be heard.

The robber leader seemed to be very satisfied with the effect. He breathed into the muzzle, and if no one lit a cigar, he carried the gun and walked towards the cockpit.

A female flight attendant stopped him and asked coldly, "chinese?"

The robber leader knocked the flight attendant to the ground with a gun butt. He shook his head and said with pride: "IS!"

After that, he walked straight to the cockpit door, fired two shots, the door opened, and two shots were heard.

Yang Feng's heart was bad, he predicted a mistake.

Sure enough, the plane began to dive, and Yang Feng regretted it. These people were desperadoes. Even the captain was killed. Their purpose was to create a terrorist incident. What they wanted was the destruction of the plane.

The plane dived, the passengers were wearing seat belts and shouting hysterically. Several gangsters were all standing, and their footing became unstable for a while.

Yang Feng had quietly unfastened the seat belt, and suddenly violent, knocked out the nearest criminal, followed by the other one.

After solving the two, Yang Feng slid to the cockpit like a slide. The only gangster with a gun was lying on the ground. Yang Feng kicked his temple and the gangster rolled aside without saying a word.

The plane had just dived 30 degrees, and now the angle of the dive was even greater. Yang Feng stood up on the chair, dragged the captain’s body aside, stepped forward and pulled up the joystick, the plane finally stopped its dive. Slowly climbed upwards.

Just fixing the joystick, Yang Feng's head tilted, a metal knife swept across the auricle, Yang Feng's eyes were quick, and he grabbed the opponent's wrist, snapped it suddenly, and plunged into the opponent's left chest.

Until the moment when he died, the gangster still couldn't believe that the bladeless knife had actually killed him.

"Hi!"

Yang Feng looked up and saw the rifle pointed at him.

"No bullets." Yang Feng was anxious, even though he didn't know if the gangster could understand.

The gangster checked the barrel of the gun. At this moment, a cup of boiling water was poured down his head. The gangster threw down the gun. Yang Feng strode forward and took the chin of the gangster in the uppercut. The gangster's body hit the door frame first "Hum" landed.

"Zi Yan..." Yang Feng was shocked, Hua Ziyan was actually helping.

"Yang Feng!"

Hua Ziyan suddenly jumped up and jumped onto Yang Feng, with her arms around her neck and her legs crossed.

Yang Feng is not very comfortable, he is holding Hua Ziyan's plump buttocks: "Why are you here?"

"Do you believe in fate?" Hua Ziyan asked with blinking big eyes.

"Sister, do you know?" It was Hua Ziyan's neighbor, the exotic girl who was carved and jade.

"My boyfriend." Hua Ziyan was like an octopus, entangled Yang Feng tightly.

Yang Feng was a little puzzled, did your brother become your boyfriend since?

At this time, the overturned flight attendant rushed forward with a serious expression: "Sir, thank you for subduing the gangster and saving us, but we are not out of danger."

"How do you tell?" Yang Feng put down Hua Ziyan who looked unnatural.

The flight attendant said: "The captain just sent a distress signal to the nearest airport, but the other party not only refused to help, but also refused to land the plane and warned us to fly forward. We will be greeted by missiles. If we return, the following is In the vast ocean, I don’t have enough fuel."

"What?" Yang Feng was shocked. He had heard that some countries were completely disregarding humanitarianism for their own interests. If this were the case, this plane would not escape the fate of being buried in the ocean.

"You continue to contact the nearest country as soon as possible. If not, we can only make an emergency landing on the sea."

Together with Hua Ziyan, the female flight attendant kept in touch with the ground and repeatedly emphasized that the criminals were all subdued. However, they were given more severe warnings.

Yang Feng gritted his teeth, not having to adjust his direction, deviate from Malacca and fly over the Indian Ocean.

After the rest of the catastrophe, the passengers fell into despair again, and panic escalated following the fuel alarm.

The calm voice of the flight attendant sounded on the radio: "Dear passengers, I tell you with all my help, even though heroes appeared on my plane and subdued the gangsters, our Lord God still did not take care of us. At this moment, below us is In the vast ocean, our fuel is about to run out. All we can do is wear a life jacket. Maybe a miracle will happen before the fish’s belly is buried. May the Lord bless you!"

After all, in the midst of crying, the flight attendant closed his eyes and kept drawing crosses on his chest.

The life jackets were not enough. Women and children put on them one after another. All six flight attendants voluntarily gave up their life jackets.

Yang Feng sat in the driving seat, with Hua Ziyan and the girl standing beside them. The two of them were assigned a life jacket, and Hua Ziyan gave it to the girl without hesitation.

Yang Feng held the joystick tightly in his right hand, and said lightly: "This plane belongs to the sea, are you afraid?"

Hua Ziyan shook her head: "I'm not afraid, but I'm sorry."

"What is regret?"

"I knew that, I will sit with you as soon as I get on the plane."

"What are you doing?"

"Chat, listen to you poor..." Hua Ziyan burst into tears as she said.

Yang Feng sighed slightly. He didn't have a deep heart. In the face of the mighty power of nature, his personal abilities are not worth mentioning. Maybe he will be eaten by a group of fish and shrimp, or be swallowed by a shark. In short, Eventually it becomes fish feces and returns to nature.

"The time is up, help me tell the passengers."

Hua Ziyan held his hand, and the other hand held the microphone: "Ladies and gentlemen, the plane is about to make an emergency landing, and the sea is underneath. You must open the hatch before entering the sea, so please be prepared and stay in the plane. There is only a dead end, and there may be a chance to go out."

After speaking Chinese, Hua Ziyan repeated it in English. Yang Feng immediately opened the hatch and emergency door at the same time, and lowered the landing gear.

The wheels of the plane were sliding on the sea. Yang Feng opened the side door of the cockpit, pulled Hua Ziyan, and jumped into the sea. Unexpectedly, Hua Ziyan was still pulling the blond girl.

The three of them entered the water one after another, first sank, and then quickly emerged. The seawater was as salty as imagined, but it was not too cold. The huge fuselage glided forward and slowly sank into the water.

There was a bright moon in the sky, and the sea was incredibly calm. Heads appeared on the sea, all passengers wearing life jackets.

Yang Feng and Hua Ziyan supported the girl in the life jacket, and they gently stepped on the water with their feet. In such an environment, preserving physical strength is particularly important.

"Little sister, what is your name?" Hua Ziyan asked.

"Jamie."

"How old?"

"fourteen."

"very young……"

"Sister, will anyone come to save us?"

"Yes, surely!"

Fortunately in the misfortune, this sea area is too calm, coupled with high visibility, the surviving passengers gathered together.

However, the long night is long, and the waiting is extremely painful.

When the day was about to dawn, a young man yelled and tore off his life jacket and dived one end into the water, but he never showed his head again. Following that, a middle-aged woman grabbed her hair desperately, and suddenly her body became tense. In seconds, his head drooped into the water.

The death of the two people once again cast a shadow on everyone's hearts.

Fortunately, the sky was basically bright, and in the far east, where the water and sky meet, a huge red sun rose slowly, and the sea seemed to be dyed red.

Hua Ziyan encourages everyone to say: "The sun has risen, and a new day has come. Since we are still alive, if we can live to the present, it means that God cares for us. We are lucky. We must persevere. Hope of life."

Yang Feng said: "It has been five hours and thirty minutes since the plane crashed. The rescue team should be on the road. The road is unparalleled. Looking at this calm sea, unfortunately we are also lucky. Perseverance and persistence is victory. "

"Look, what is that!"

As soon as Yang Feng finished speaking, Jamie exclaimed, pointing to the surface of the East Sea, his small face full of horror.

All the survivors looked east at once, and dozens of black "flags" were erected on the sea, and they hurriedly approached everyone. There were even a few guys flying over the sea excitedly.

Dark and smooth back, snow-white belly, tall dorsal fin, elegant dovetail... They are the masters of the sea and the king of the sea.

Everyone was scared and silly.

"Shark—"

I don't know who screamed, and the survivors immediately fled away. However, the water is no better than the land, and even the swimming champion has no face to compete with sharks for speed.

Seeing those banners approaching quickly, Jamie buried his head on the side of Hua Ziyan's neck, and Hua Ziyan grabbed Yang Feng's hand.

Yang Feng took a deep look at Hua Ziyan, and in her astonishment, he pulled out the palm she was holding.