[Wen Hao] I worked hard to restore the health of the protagonist group

"Hey, the little devil is back, remember not to bully him."

"Of course~ I will definitely take good care of him~"

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It takes at least one day's flight from Country A to Country R. Xie Shuyi sat on the plane, his head leaning against the window with a weak look, looking at the dark clouds outside the plane.

He had been on the flight for nearly 19 hours, and he felt that his back, waist, and buttocks were numb and he was about to lose consciousness.

Although we will reach our destination in about ten minutes, these ten minutes are still very torturous!

Xie Shuyi clenched his fists and swore at this moment that he would never take such a long flight again! Absolutely!

I hate that I can't fly!!!

"Bang——" The sound of a heavy object falling to the ground was suddenly heard from behind the plane.

What followed was a noisy crowd. Some passengers unbuckled their seat belts and rushed to the back. There was some shouting and cursing, and there seemed to be sounds of fighting.

Xie Shuyi sat there motionless, he closed his tired eyes, kept himself out of the matter, and didn't intend to pay any attention.

But sometimes, if you don't look for trouble, trouble will find you.

Following a burst of sharp pain, a rough big hand grabbed Jie Shuyi's hair. The man seemed to mistake Jie Shuyi for a woman, and kept saying, "Bitch, don't move."

His body was forcefully pulled away from his seat, and Xie Shuyi could clearly feel the cold muzzle of a gun pointed at his temple.

The hot breath hit his ears, and perhaps because it was too close, he could even smell the stench of the man behind him.

Xie Shuyi was held by the neck, with a rough palm pinching his neck and a pistol against his brain.

At this moment, he is a hostage.

One or two meters in front of him was the flight attendant. She looked panicked and seemed to have never seen such a big scene before, but she still pretended to be calm and tried to talk to the criminal.

In just a few words, Xie Shuyi probably understood the current situation.

The gangster who kidnapped him seemed to have used illegal means to get on the plane with guns. After being discovered by the passengers nearby, the passengers reported it to the crew in time.

But the sudden action attracted the attention of the gangsters, and a dispute broke out. With the gangster holding a gun, he almost smoothly retreated to the position where Shuyi was.

Once the plane landed, the exit was just a turn away. It must be said that Xie Shuyi was purely unlucky this time.

But a certain kidnapped teenager did not feel the slightest sense of crisis. It was Jie Shuyi whose life was in the hands of others, but he could clearly feel the robber's trembling hands, rapid breathing and evasive eyes.

From the inside out, he revealed the emotions of fear and terror.

But the robber behind him should not be afraid of the flight attendants, so his fear and dread must be someone else, forcing him to carry a gun with him.

Correct.

The gun in his hand is probably for self-protection.

Who is he afraid of?

As if answering Xie Shuyi's doubts, a figure suddenly appeared on the wing of the plane.

Thousands of meters in the sky, in a place that no human could ever reach on their own, that figure stood abruptly on the wing.

He seemed to be able to ignore gravity and resistance, and from the moment he stood there, it was as if a transparent protective shield was wrapping around the man.

Xie Shuyi's eyes fell on his feet.

His eyes narrowed, "Interesting."

The person outside is not standing on the wing, he is clearly floating there.

"Hey, is there anyone there?" Some passengers also discovered people outside, and they were more afraid in their panic, because this was not something that ordinary people could do without external help.

The robber obviously heard this sentence. Even though the fog obscured the man's face, he still guessed his identity from his clothes.

The muzzle of the gun pressed against Jie Shuyi's temple with increasing force. His whole body was shaking and his words were stuttering.

"Don't come over here, don't come over here! If you come over here, I will kill him."

He did not doubt whether the people outside could hear what he said. His trembling hands, the cold sweat on the tip of his nose, the hot breath, every characteristic showed his fear, terror, hesitation, and the threat of death.

Then, in front of the horrified gaze of the people on board, accompanied by a loud bang, the people outside forcibly punched a hole in the plane.

The cold wind quickly blew through the entire interior of the plane through the hole, and the standing flight attendants and passengers were sucked out in an instant.

All the surviving passengers screamed and cried out. The plane began to shake violently. The lack of oxygen made their faces turn red. Only one or two experienced ones took out the emergency masks, but more people would suffocate to death.

Of course, those who wear masks won't survive either.

If this was just an ordinary plane accident, they might have a certain chance of surviving because of the captain's superb skills.

But unfortunately, this was a massacre carried out to silence people.

The red-haired man in front of him would not let anyone on the plane leave.

"In order to complete the mission, nearly two hundred ordinary people can be thrown away at will. It's terrible."

Xie Shuyi muttered to himself.

He had broken free from his restraints without knowing when. The red-haired man had just dealt with the robber and when he turned around, he saw Jie Shuyi standing at the entrance of the plane.

His eyes widened slightly, as if he had never seen someone jump down on his own, but the surprise in his eyes soon turned into astonishment.

The boy's face became slightly distorted due to the constantly compressed air, his hair was blowing randomly, and his eyes were squinted. But even so, it did not affect Zhongyuan Zhongye's recognition of who he was.

He subconsciously wanted to step forward and ask something, but Jie Shuyi had already loosened his grip on the edge of the plane.

Like a bird that had regained its freedom, he leaned back and let his body fall freely.

"Tsk." Nakahara Chuuya pursed his lips and ultimately did not follow.

His mission this time is... to kill everyone on the plane.