I'm a spy in the film

"Fifty million dollars, transfer to this account, or they'll blow up the plane!"

In a small compartment near the cockpit, Gene Carson spoke to Captain Richie with a serious face.

"Fifty million? Them?" Captain Richie suddenly raised his head and looked at Gene Carson.

"She has an accomplice on the plane. She won't say who it is, but that person has a detonator. They will let the passengers and crew get off the plane one after another. They also want a G3 helicopter to facilitate their evacuation." Gene Carson said it so seriously that even he believed it.

"Isn't it 150 million? Also, isn't it a time bomb that will explode and kill both of you if you don't pay?" Captain Richie said angrily, "Could there be two waves of robbers? I'm really lucky!"

"What? Two groups of robbers?" Gene Carson exclaimed in surprise. Wasn't he the only robber on the plane? How could there be two groups? Could it be that someone else was interested in this plane just like him?

"It's Brian. He just received a message on his communicator demanding that the airline pay 150 million to an account, otherwise they will kill a passenger every five minutes. They also said that there is a time bomb on the plane. If the money is not received within half an hour, the plane will be completely blown up!" Captain Richie explained.

"Brian? That drunk? Could he be mistaken?" Gene Carson still couldn't believe it.

"Brian has gone to check," Captain Rich looked at the time on his wrist, "It's the first five minutes now, we'll know soon..."

The door of the compartment was suddenly opened, and it was Brian, with a very ugly expression on his face.

"Someone's dead!" he said. "A passenger died suddenly, and the people around him didn't know how he died. I checked and it seems to be poisoning."

At this time, passengers' screams could be heard coming from the cabin, and they were getting more and more intense. Captain Richie and Gene Carson had to walk out together. A middle-aged white man with foam at the mouth was lying in the middle of the carpet, dead as hell.

"asshole!"

Gene Carson was so angry that his eyes were blazing with fire. He punched the cabin wall hard, his face wrinkled in pain. He didn't notice that Brian and the captain were exchanging crazy glances behind him.

Captain Richie: "Hey, man, where did you find the extras? They acted pretty similar."

Brian: "Rich, this isn't an extra, this is a real death!"

Captain Richie (eyes wide open): "What? There are really two groups of hijackers? I thought that was the rhetoric you taught me!"

Brian: "This guy next to us (glancing at his frantic former colleague) is enough to cause us trouble. Just now, you looked so calm, I thought you had accepted this reality!"

Captain Richie: "I was calm? I was shocked, okay? What should I do now?"

Brian: "What should I do? I was just wondering what I should do! You're the captain, okay?"

Brian had developed a poker face after years of spy career, but it didn't make him feel better, but made him more panicked. It was outrageous enough to find out that his partner had used someone else's coffin to bring explosives on board in order to blackmail the airline, but just as he was planning to get this guy into the coffin, a group of robbers showed up. Not only were they bold, but they were even more evil-minded. They actually killed someone!

One plane, two groups of robbers, both with bombs, one remote-controlled and one timed. This is really outrageous. It's outrageous to the extreme.

At this moment, Brian suddenly saw a lady waving at him from the back row. She was a university professor named Jan Sams who was sitting next to him.

"What's the matter, ma'am?" Although it was a little strange, out of professional sensitivity, Brian walked around Gene Carson who was bending over to examine the deceased, walked quickly to Zhan, and asked in a low voice.

Zhan Sams didn't say anything, but just pulled Brian into a bathroom and locked the door from the inside.

"Someone hijacked the plane!" Zhan said with certainty.

"How do you know? Who told you? Who is your accomplice?" Brian's eyes suddenly became very serious.

"Hurry up and tell me!" He almost pounced on Jan Sams and held him down.

"My spiritual sense tells me that if I don't help you, I might die, so I did some divination, and the result shows that the danger comes from here!" James Sams looked at Brian very calmly, as if he didn't care at all about the big hand that was slowly tightening around his neck.

"Since when did a history professor become a witch? If you don't tell the truth..."

"The bomb is located in the mezzanine of this bathroom!"

Now it was Brian's turn to be surprised. He looked at the woman in front of him suspiciously, not sure whether to believe her words.

"Hey Brian, it's me, Bourne."

Just when the two were in a stalemate, a young man's voice suddenly came from the vent above their heads. Brian and James both looked up in surprise, but Brian was pleasantly surprised, while James was startled at first, and then his eyes became a little amusement.

"Brian, I checked the identity of this lady when we boarded the plane. She is indeed a professor at the University of Houston. We can trust her. However, you need to catch this little girl first. She is the daughter of Ms. Keller."

The vent cover opened, and a little girl was sent down from above by Bourne. Brian quickly caught her and looked carefully. The girl's eyes were closed, and he didn't know whether she was unconscious or asleep.

Bourne jumped down. The two men and two women squeezed into the small bathroom, which seemed extremely crowded.

"What bomb were you talking about just now?" Bourne turned around with difficulty and asked Brian.

"You don't know? Then why do you say you believe her?" Brian frowned.

"Well, I felt that this lady was very reliable when I first saw her. In this situation, if there is something wrong with her, there is no need for her to expose herself!" Bourne explained reluctantly. He couldn't say, "I've seen the movie you acted in. This lady is not a mole."

Fortunately, Brian did not delve into it and accepted Byrne's lame excuse, because the situation was urgent and he could not hesitate. In addition, he had a very happy chat with Zhan before, so he did not think Zhan was a hijacker. But witch? Are witches so accurate in divination now? Then why are you a university professor? Can't you get rich by just buying a few stocks? Humph!

Here, Bourne had already started to pry the wall panel according to the position pointed by James, and sure enough, a black briefcase appeared inside the wall. When he pried the black briefcase open, he found a large package of white objects wrapped in a transparent plastic bag inside.

Bourne was stunned for a moment, but he quickly reacted and handed the package of white objects and a knife to Brian at the sink.

"Drugs? Someone is using international flights to transport drugs?"

Brian was also stunned, but then he understood. He gently cut open the plastic film of the package with a knife and flushed the scattered white powder into the sink without hesitation.

After a few moments, a black rectangle with a timer appeared in front of the three people.

"RDX! The production method is very professional!" Brian is a retired old agent. He can tell the extraordinaryness of the bomb at a glance. He pointed to a silver cylinder next to the red timer on the bomb and said, "This thing is called a pressure trigger. If you want to dismantle the bomb, you must dismantle it first. But once it is dismantled, the bomb will explode immediately, which will lead to a vicious circle."

"What if we throw it off the plane?" Zhan asked, also frowning.

"Ma'am, at our current altitude, the pressure difference between the inside and outside of the cabin is extremely large. I'm afraid that the bomb will explode as soon as it leaves the cabin!"

Bourne shook his head and rejected the suggestion.

"Huh, I don't care. This is something you men should consider. I have said everything I should say. I'm going back to sleep. I hope that when I wake up, we have landed safely!" Zhan scratched his long hair and let out a light breath.

"I'll take this little girl out first," she held the little girl in her arms and covered her with her windbreaker.

"Good luck to you two!"