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"No, no, look, the plane has started! Didn't you say the pilot is dead?" the sniper shouted again. .

"How could he not die if I cut his neck myself? Could it be that that man could also fly a plane?" the observer also wondered.

While they were discussing, the plane took off.

The sniper looked at the plane overhead and shouted: "Quick, press the detonation button, they are flying into the sky!"

"Huh? Something seems to have fallen next to us!" the observer wondered.

"Don't worry about this. If you don't press the button to fly out of the remote control range, it will be over!" the sniper urged.

"Okay!" The observer quickly pressed the red button.

"boom!"

A burst of fire shot into the sky, and the two men were blown to pieces. They never understood until their death why the explosives installed on the plane exploded around them.

On the plane, Brandon broke into a cold sweat as he looked at the explosion of fire behind him. If the power of the explosion had been on the plane, he would be dead.

He really wants to ask Du Wensen next to him how he found such hidden explosives, and he even wants to ask why you still fly a plane.

But what he wants to know most now is, how did Du Wensen know all this?

"Do you still remember that we passed ten traffic lights on the way out of the city?" Du Wensen suddenly asked.

"Yes, yes?" Brandon asked doubtfully.

"Ten of them. At every traffic light, there are people pretending to be pedestrians and taking pictures of us with their mobile phones."

"..." Brandon looked shocked.

He considers himself to be an excellent bodyguard and has a keen observation ability, but he would not think of writing down how many traffic lights there are along the way, let alone be wary of pedestrians who are using their mobile phones to see if they are doing something.

"Can I ask, is this a normal observation on your part, or is it because you were vigilant after escaping from prison?" The man in black clothes couldn't help but ask.

"In your eyes, this world is mysterious and full of unpredictability. But in my opinion, all people and things are interconnected by spider webs. I can easily see it all clearly," Du Wensen said. .

"Impossible, no one can be so powerful, you must be talking nonsense." Brandon said in disbelief.

Du Wensen turned his head and glanced at his whole body.

There are two dog hairs on the calf and waist. The clothes and pants are new. I have shaved, taken a shower, and sprinkled some perfume when I went out. His hands were shaking a little, his eyes were filled with panic, and his heart was beating too fast.

"You're going to meet a woman when you get off the plane, but you don't like her because she hates your dog."

"But you have to please her because she's Andrew's secretary, right?"

"You, how do you know?" Brandon said in panic.

Oh, my heartbeat accelerated again, and I became more nervous.

Du Wensen's head turned quickly. Having an affair with his boss's secretary in the United States was nothing, but this guy acted so nervous.

The scene before getting on the plane appeared in Du Wensen's mind.

Wait, no, it's not just that.

The shadow of Ellie appeared in Du Wensen's mind again.

Everything suddenly made sense.

oh! So that's it. Everything was wrong. It seemed like I had to apologize to her in person if I had the chance.

"It's nothing! I'm just guessing. Don't be nervous and kill me!" Du Wensen pretended to be scared.

Brandon secretly wiped the sweat from his forehead and said, "Mr. Du, this joke is not funny. I was sent by Mr. Andrew to protect you. How could I hurt you?"

"Well! Can you tell me now which airport we should land at later?" Du Wensen asked.

"I don't know about this. I'm going to call Mr. Andrew and take a rest. I will tell you before the plane lands." Brandon stood up tiredly.

Brandon, who returned to the cabin, quickly took out his cell phone and sent a message.

"What are you doing? Didn't you agree to kill him before getting on the plane? And why is there a bomb on the plane? Are you going to blow me up too?"

"We've warned you not to get on the plane."

"Do you think I want to? That stinky woman wants me to come over. Can I refuse?"

"Needless to say, the top priority now is that you must monitor Du Wensen's every move for us. He must report any situation at any time."

"Impossible, you have no idea how terrifying he is. Under his gaze, I felt as if I had been seen through. I even felt that he had guessed my relationship with Ellie."

"So what if you guessed it? Even Ellie doesn't know your identity, so how could he possibly think of it."

"No, my intuition tells me that it is dangerous to stay around him. I ask you to send someone to the airport to kill him when we get off the plane."

After the other party was silent for a few minutes, he texted back: "Okay!"

Brandon breathed a long sigh of relief, turned off his cell phone, leaned back on his seat and murmured: "After this, I must go find a psychiatrist."

After resting for about half an hour, Brandon suddenly felt that the plane was climbing upwards, and he was so frightened that he quickly fastened his seat belt.

"What is this madman going to do?"

Soon, Brandon knew.

The plane spiraled upward into the sky, and he almost vomited in just over ten minutes.

Seeing that the plane was flying higher and higher and had completely exceeded the normal navigation altitude, the plane suddenly stalled and fell down like a stone.

Brandon shouted in fear, but was completely covered up by Du Wensen's weird laughter. When he saw the ground getting closer and closer, Brandon could only close his eyes.

"Almighty Lord! Save me!"

More than ten seconds later, Brandon opened his eyes and found that the plane was flying normally again.

No, this is not a normal flight at all. Judging from Brandon's experience, this aircraft has already reached its highest speed.

Although airplanes in the air will not cause traffic accidents like car collisions, the danger of flying at full speed is still very high. It is very likely that the aircraft will crash because a certain part cannot withstand the pressure.

After he recovered, Brandon unbuckled his seat belt, came to the cab, and asked Du Wensen: "What are you doing!"

"I'm just familiar with the driving process. Are there any questions?" Du Wensen turned around with a charming smile.

"No, it's no problem. I just want to remind you not to fly too fast. How far are we from New York?" Brandon immediately changed the subject.

"About ten minutes."

"Okay, we will land at a private airport called Vala. Can you find it through the wireless navigation?" Brandon asked worriedly.

"Don't worry, this is much easier than flying a fighter jet to find bombing targets in Iraq. There are no tower controllers there, right?" Du Wensen said.

"Have you ever flown a fighter jet? What is your identity?" Brandon asked in surprise.