Metaphysics Live Room: The host is the contract husband

As for those poor guys in economy class, they can just be shot up when the time comes. It won’t affect anything anyway.

"Everyone, put on your parachute packs. Once we descend to a certain altitude, we'll just parachute out. Let's start the operation according to the plan."

Sad Biao, the bearded man hijacked the space and put a gun to her waist: "Shh, don't make any noise, take us to the first class cabin, and then listen to me and cooperate, okay? Otherwise..."

The stewardess's expression changed drastically: "You, you are terrorists."

"Shut up and take us to find Wang Weiguo. If we can't find him, I'll kill you right now, understand?"

"I don't know which one it is."

"If you don't know, just shout, understand."

The stewardess was taken hostage to the first-class cabin, pushing a small drinks cart. Her hands were shaking as she stammered, "Wang, who is Mr. Wang Weimin? Your jasmine tea is ready."

The old man in the corner by the window sat up straight, pushed his glasses on his nose, and turned to look over: "Hello, what do you want to talk to me about?"

Sang Biao looked over when he heard the voice, his eyes gleaming fiercely: "Professor Wang found you."

Wang Weimin's face turned pale when he heard this. He was very familiar with this malicious gaze. He had noticed it before boarding the plane in the United States. There was also an unexpected car accident at that time.

It's just that he got up late in the morning and had to change cars temporarily. He saw that the car he had hit before was directly smashed to pieces by a truck, and all the people in it were killed.

"You are……"

When everyone saw him raise the gun, they screamed. With a click, the safety was pulled and they were about to pull the trigger when the plane suddenly descended and shook due to inertia.

Sang Biao lost his balance and almost fell to the ground. The gunshot landed right at Wang Weimin's feet and missed.

Seeing this, the people protecting Wang Weimin hurriedly pulled him up and hid aside, blocking him with their bodies, and rushed over with fierce eyes. The two men started fighting directly.

The flight attendant stumbled and fell heavily to the ground. Ignoring her aching knee, she hurriedly picked up the phone and began shouting, "Attention all passengers, there are armed terrorists on board."

"There are terrorists on the plane. Please take shelter."

The bearded man strode forward, grabbed her hair and pulled it towards her, his eyes frighteningly sinister: "Oh, you are looking for death!"

He pulled the trigger and shot her in the leg. Blood spurted out instantly, and the stewardess screamed: "No, don't kill me, you are committing a crime, let me go!"

"We are both Chinese, why are you attacking Chinese people? Are you crazy?"

The bearded man sneered, "So what? Someone bought our lives and we work for a living. It's as simple as that, understand? Now if you don't want to die, go and take all the valuables from them."

"I'll only give you ten minutes. If you delay even one more minute, I'll leave a bullet hole in your body. You can't say for sure if the next shot will be in your head."

The flight attendant was so frightened that her face turned pale. She dragged her hit leg, took the cloth bag given by the bearded man, and began to stammer, asking someone to take the things out.

The noise was so loud that it startled the sleeping Tang Tang. She sat up straight, rubbed her eyes, and muttered, "What's going on? Why are you making so much noise when you're not even sleeping?"

The seat in front was very high, and it took a while for Tang Tang to see what was happening. She stood up and accidentally bumped into the sleeping Su Chen. She waved her hands and apologized repeatedly: "Sorry, I disturbed you."

Su Chen's eyes quickly regained clarity and he shook his head: "It's okay."

Soon, the bearded man and the flight attendant came over to them, moving the gun back and forth in his hand as he threatened: "Take out all the valuables on you, and I will consider sparing your lives."

"Go sit down and be quiet, you hear me?"

Tang Tang looked at the gun in his hand with a look of doubt in her eyes: "You ugly thing, is that a real gun or a toy gun? It doesn't look real to me."

As he reached out his hand to touch it, he saw the bearded man narrow his eyes and pull the trigger to shoot.

Su Chen stretched out his hand and pulled, and Tang Tang staggered and knelt on the ground in a standard kneeling gesture.

My mind went blank and I heard gunshots.

My scalp instantly went numb, and I twisted my neck stiffly to look over. After seeing the obvious bullet hole on the wall, I subconsciously swallowed my saliva with a look of fear on my face: "Damn, it's a real gun."

"You are the terrorists who attacked the plane!"

Seeing that his attempt failed, the bearded man's face suddenly darkened. He raised his gun, pointed it at Su Chen and pulled the trigger. Great, this was a provocation to them, right? Then he would kill a few of them to make them behave themselves.

Two gunshots were heard, and the corners of the bearded man's mouth curled slightly. He thought he would see his head explode in the next second, but what he saw was a horrifying scene.

The two bullets stopped right in front of the man. Yes, they just stopped in the air, as if they were still. It made his back cold.

Su Chen raised his hand and picked up a bullet. He said calmly, "I really don't like people shooting at me, but you did it anyway. So I'm going to return the favor."

As he spoke, his fingers moved slightly, and the bullet flew directly into the bearded man's arm. Blood spurted out, and he lost his grip on the gun and dropped it to the ground.

There was a crisp sound, and the bearded man screamed, "Ahhhh!"

Tang Tang stared at the scene with her eyes wide open and her mouth opened in disbelief. No, maybe she was dreaming and hadn't woken up yet? How could this be possible by human power?

I rubbed my eyes and saw that the other bullet was still floating. Is this science? How could a bullet float like this? Who is this handsome guy?

The flight attendant was also dumbfounded. Who is this guy?

Su Chen smelled the smell of blood in the air, frowned slightly, slowly stood up from his seat, raised his foot and stepped on the bearded man's injured arm and crushed it.

His tone was calm: "Tell me, who are you and what is your purpose in getting on this plane?"