I'm a spy in the film

About ten minutes later, the sweet-smiling stewardess returned with a covered tray in her hands.

When she saw the people sitting close to her, she smiled even sweeter, but the meaning of that smile was somewhat ambiguous.

Amid different expectations in the eyes of the mother and son, the two FBI escorts and the people with wavy hair, the sweetly smiling stewardess lifted the lid of the meal tray, grabbed a pistol from the obscured meal tray, pointed it at the two FBI escorts and fired two shots.

"Puff puff", two escorts were shot in the forehead, and the large red color directly dyed their hair red. The two men fell directly to the ground, and the bright red color dyed all over the seats.

At the same time, four or five strong men stood up in the front and rear cabins respectively. They drew weapons from their waists and quickly occupied the connecting door at the end of the passage. Anyone who tried to approach was either pushed to the ground or beaten back with a bloody head.

Until then, only a few passengers who were nearby suddenly realized what had happened. They screamed belatedly and tried desperately to move backwards to get away from the murder scene. The passengers who were a little further away still didn't know what was going on. From time to time, someone stood up and stretched their neck to look over here, only to be greeted with a beating.

For a moment, the cabin was in chaos. The smart ones covered their heads and ran around, the timid ones trembled in fear, and the slow ones were stunned.

The man with the wavy hair was obviously experienced. Taking advantage of the chaos, he easily found the key from the still warm body of the escort next to him to open the handcuffs. He left his men to control the situation, and took the pistol and a bunch of keys that had just been used by the female accomplice disguised as a flight attendant, and went straight to the cockpit. Of course, to hijack a plane, one must first control the pilot.

At this time, the three pilots in the cockpit were still unaware of what was happening inside the cabin and were chatting and laughing. Suddenly, the cabin door was opened from the outside. They turned around in surprise and saw a strange man with wavy hair pointing a gun at them and asked coldly:

"Who is in command here?"

"I'm the commander." A driver with gray hair looked at the black muzzle of the gun, seemingly not understanding what was going on, and answered subconsciously.

"boom".

What greeted him was a bullet. A large red flower exploded on his forehead, dyeing his white hair red. The captain was even more decisive than the escort. His body was knocked down by the recoil of the bullet and fell backwards to the ground, motionless.

Wavehead turned the gun and aimed at the remaining two pilots, still asking without any emotion:

"Again, who is in command?"

"You! It's you!"

A clever driver thought quickly and his voice became hoarse from his urgency.

"great!"

The man with the wavy hair then revealed a smug smile. He nodded with satisfaction and signaled the two to continue flying.

At this time, several of his men had already controlled all the connecting doors. A gangster with a ramen-like hairstyle that resembled the boss was patrolling back and forth in the cabin, punching the ladies who were still shouting and screaming and the gentlemen who were running around because they didn't understand the situation. Several unlucky smart people and fools were beaten to a bloody mess, and the remaining passengers were scared into silence.

Under the threat of this crazy and violent action, the cabin soon became quiet.

His men were so powerful that they completely controlled the situation in a short time, and the noise in the cabin quickly changed from chaotic to quiet.

Wavy-haired man smiled with satisfaction. The situation was settled, and he was relieved. He took down the radio microphone hanging on the wall of the cabin, cleared his throat, and said:

"Ladies and gentlemen, the broadcasting program for this flight has been cancelled. My companions and I are armed with real weapons. If you provoke them, you will be hit by a bullet. The captain and two FBI agents have been killed by me. I will do whatever it takes to achieve my goal.

If you don't want to be hurt, just follow the instructions. If you don't obey or interfere with their actions, we will kill you immediately."

Thinking of the passengers on the plane trembling like lambs to be slaughtered under his tyranny, and the stupid FBI guys waiting in the Philadelphia prison who were destined to be waiting in vain, Wavy Hair felt proud again.

After waiting for a while, Wavy Hair was about to say something else, but at this moment, there was a sudden and extremely uncooperative loud noise in the cabin, and it was getting louder and louder. The smug smile on Wavy Hair's face suddenly froze.

He called the nearest subordinate to come in and take over watching the pilot, and Wavehead hurried back to the cabin. He wanted to see who was so bold as to cause trouble at this time.

Walking forward to the middle of the plane and just passing through the connecting door, Wavy Hair saw one of his men on the opposite aisle being held hostage by a strong black man with a crew cut and wearing a blue shirt, coming towards this side. The guy was holding the pistol that he had equipped his men with.

"Damn it!"

A fierce light flashed in the wavy-haired man's eyes. Without hesitation, he grabbed a black stewardess, strangled her neck, blocked her in front of him, and pushed the stewardess forward step by step.

"His name is Johnny John, and he's an air marshal in the company's anti-hijacking training!"

At this time, the traitorous flight attendant who heard the noise also hurried over. The moment she saw the black man, she recognized him and screamed in annoyance.

So, the white hijacker with wavy hair who was holding a black stewardess hostage, and the short-haired black air marshal with instant noodle hair who was holding a white man across the seats and in another aisle, were facing each other from a distance.

Because they were afraid of the consequences, both of them were talking nonsense, trying to make the other side put down their weapons voluntarily, but unfortunately the effect was not satisfactory.

The man with the wavy hair held the stewardess hostage and slowly moved forward, sneering, "Mr. Air Force Marshal, your superiors will not like you acting on your own and endangering the lives of other passengers!"

As he spoke, he suddenly made a move, grabbed the collar of a male passenger in front of him, pulled the unlucky guy in a plaid shirt and with a confused face up to block in front of him, while the original hostage, the black stewardess, was casually pushed to the ground by him like throwing away garbage.

In the blink of an eye, the hostage held by the wavy-haired man was replaced.

I don't know what's wrong with this hijacker, but it doesn't stop the passengers from curling up with their heads in their hands. Who knows why this guy wants to change hostages for no reason? Will he be the next one?

Only the wavy-haired girl, with a sinister smile on her face, said proudly:

"Flight attendants have to take certain risks. If they die, they die. But these passengers are innocent!"

Although the black air policeman Johnny had a gangster hostage in his hands at this time, he was very unsure. He had never seen such a calm hijacker, and he didn't know what his purpose was in hijacking the plane.

"What do you want?" he said in a low voice:

"I have control over everything on this plane. Do I have to prove it to you?"

The muzzle of the wavy-haired man's gun was pressed against the ear of the hostage in the plaid shirt.

"An innocent passenger, whose family had a husband, son or father before you intervened, and now..."

His voice was low and hoarse, but full of threats. Just as Wavehead was about to pull the trigger and the hostage was about to be killed, a loud voice suddenly came:

"I don't think so, Mr. Hijacker! Or Charles Lane?"