looking for hell

Chapter 224
Luo Linna: "My bottom line is, you have to be grateful when using your things!"

Just like Yun Qianfeng, when he thought of Luo Linna, he felt very grateful.

Even if Lorina only used a third of his stuff for a few seconds.

In the cabin ahead, Homan's father's roar came from the receiver of his mobile phone.

"Bastard! I promised well yesterday, but today I am going back on my word. This is murder! I want to sue them! Must"

Even if the hands-free is not turned on, this side can still hear clearly, which shows how angry Homan's father is.

Homan didn't cry this time, but really cried:

"Oh, dear dad, don't get angry, think of a way, even if you want to sue them, we have to land safely, right?"

Homan's father calmed down and said in a deep voice:
"Wait a little longer. I'll continue to think of a way. If it doesn't work, let's use the parachute of the whole aircraft to make an emergency landing on a relatively flat place. This is the only way for now."

Homan cried:

"Oh, Dad, the parachute is not absolutely safe, the danger is still great, oh"

That voice, really worthy of the muscles of that body, is very sonorous.

Yun Qianfeng knew that he couldn't continue, otherwise the whole plane would be parachuted, and the danger would be too great. After all, it was the only option in the event of a last resort.

So he strode forward, knocked on the door of the cockpit in the twilight when a group of people were surprised, and said in English to the pilot Jack inside:

"Call the airport below and tell me that I will win on this plane."

Jack looked at Yun Qianfeng in puzzlement, the clothes looked too plain, no matter how he looked at it, he would not be a big shot.

A few people behind were also muttering "Who is I who must win", "I don't know", "He can speak English", "He deliberately embarrassed us", "Despicable Hua...".

"Hurry up, unless you really want to parachute the whole plane."

Yun Qianfeng added to the dazed Jack.

Jack didn't know what to say, but still hesitantly picked up the walkie-talkie and called:

"Call, call, Mr. Bisheng is on our plane, he."

Before finishing speaking, the other side said loudly:
"Please let me talk to my Mr. Bisheng."

Jack didn't expect that mentioning "I must win" seems to really work.

When Yun Qianfeng took the microphone, he heard the other party respectfully say:

"Oh, Mr. Bisheng, we didn't let other planes land because we were waiting for you. We didn't expect you to be on this plane. Miss Rolina didn't tell us which plane you were on. It only said the approximate time of arrival, and we will know when it comes to it.”

This is definitely something Rolina can do.

Yun Qianfeng had no expression on his face, and his voice was serious, but not sharp, and asked:

"Why not speak Mandarin, but this flawed language with no future?"

"Oh, Mr. Bisheng, we are now training the teaching of Chinese, the great language is too difficult."

Yun Qianfeng said lightly:

"Learn quickly, study hard, and arrange to land."

After speaking, he handed the walkie-talkie to Jack, calmly walked to the back, sat down and fastened his seat belt, picked up the book, and ignored anyone.

The people on this plane, except him and Jerry Zhou, all spoke English, and they were all hurt by his accusations and scolding just now, but no one made a sound, not even a whisper.

The few people in front, including the driver Jack, were thinking in their hearts:

"His low-key clothes, if you feel it now, it's really textured!"

"He must be a big man, we can't touch the big man with a high degree, heh, so what about the big man, he is still a support."

"It's strange that we had to land. It turned out that we were waiting for him. Chinese people love to do such special selfish things."

"No matter what, the gene is there, how can it compare with Homan."

Instead of being angry at the airport's irresponsibility, they secretly released both good and bad emotions on Yun Qianfeng.

It was a strange, indescribable thought.

It can even be called outrageous.

Because Yun Qianfeng allowed them to land safely at the fastest speed, which earned him the respect of the driver Jack, but he did not get the respect of some very strange Chinese people.

Just very dog.

Of course, if they knew that this airport used to belong to my Bisheng company, and the owner of my Bisheng company was this so-called low-key man in front of them, they would probably say even worse things.

That's right, this airport belongs to Yun Qianfeng, although Luo Linna is in charge of it.

And Lorina is definitely a good manager.

The cabin was very quiet. These people might not like Yun Qianfeng, but there was definitely a trace of fear in their hearts, and they were no longer as unscrupulous as before.

From that moment on, it seemed that the owner of the plane was no longer He Xixu who chartered the plane, but Yun Qianfeng.

His breathing dominates the rhythm in this small cabin.

After the plane landed safely, a red carpet was spread out to welcome people below.

It's a small town, and half of the town's population is estimated to be cheerleaders.

Rolina spent far more money than her private jet and yacht for face.

This card made the people on the same plane more convinced that this is a big man, very big.

So, after the plane was filled with fuel and continued to set off, everyone in the cabin seemed a little cautious.

Except Jerry Chow.

Ever since he discovered that there was Fuchun Mountain Residence in Yun Qianfeng's bag, he became more addicted to cigarettes than before, one cigarette after a while, and every time he had to take a selfie, and then retouched the picture and posted it on Moments.

His parents sent him away, so it was not very useful after all.

However, the silence was interrupted a few hours later by an exclamation.

Pilot Jack suddenly shouted in the cockpit:

"Fuck, what's that?"

A group of people seemed a little apprehensive when they heard the movement, they all hurried over and looked out the window.

They are now flying at low altitude, only 400 meters from the ground.

In the middle of the sky in the distance, a green halo with a diameter of no more than forty centimeters hovered.

The halo seemed to be completely still, and even the light emitted seemed to be motionless, maintaining a shape.

Jerry Zhou hurriedly picked up his phone and started taking pictures, shouting:

"Fuck, flying saucer!"

A few classmates next to him cast contemptuous glances at him.

Homan pouted and said:
"Hey, Jerry, as a physics student, I still study high-energy particles. If you make such a judgment, the teacher will be so angry that he will commit suicide."

Jerry was not convinced, and said:
"Then you say it's not a flying saucer, but what is it?"

Without thinking, Homan said:

"It should be St. Elmo's fire."

As a student majoring in high-energy particles, everyone knows the meaning of this word, except for Jerry Zhou.

St. Elmo's fire is essentially a G-shaped discharge, but it is just a very low-temperature plasma that will not cause damage to objects it touches.

Linda frowned, shook her head and said:

"But it's a sunny day, and there are no conditions for St. Elmo's fire. I think we should go around a little earlier, because I suspect it's ball lightning."

As ball lightning, they are more familiar with this major. Although the scientific community does not know the real cause of ball lightning, it is precisely because it cannot be explained that this thing is more famous in the industry.

Although ball lightning also mostly occurs in thunderstorms, it has also been recorded on clear days, which is not the same as St. Elmo's fire.

After hearing that that thing might be ball lightning, everyone felt a little numbness in their backs, because the lethality of that thing was too weird.

Yes, the weirdness of its destructive power even overwhelmed its huge destructiveness, making it the most feared place for those who understand it.

For example, the selectivity of its destructive power.

A ball lightning strikes in the midst of a group of people, and it may or may not explode.

If there is an explosion, not everyone is injured, it is likely that there is only one unlucky person.

The unlucky guy probably just had his clothes burned off, but his body was only slightly injured.

It is also possible that the clothes are not damaged, but the skin is almost burned, and there is no chance of skin removal.

It may also be that the clothes and skin are fine, but the internal organs are all cooked, and the smell of barbecue comes out of the nostrils.

Very random, very wanton, very weird.

Jack turned quickly, trying to bypass the green halo.

Yet Murphy's Law rarely disappoints.

The green halo disappeared so suddenly.

This phenomenon is not surprising, after all, ball lightning can suddenly speed up to more than 2 kilometers per hour in a static state, which is comparable to teleportation.

And this kind of rapidity, ball lightning only appears under sunny days, just like today.

Several people breathed a sigh of relief, because according to the speed of the ball lightning, they might have all reached the northern hemisphere by this time.

However, before they could finish their breath, they all froze on the spot with fear on their faces.

Because, a green halo with a diameter of less than forty centimeters just regarded the outer shell of the plane as nothing, slowly floated in from the bottom of the cabin, hovered in the middle of the cabin, and looked at them like an eye.

Linda is a talented student with a lot of knowledge, and she is sitting next to Yun Qianfeng.

Linda raised her hand very slowly and covered her mouth and nose.

Human breathing will change the temperature around us, the airflow will change, and the humidity will change, and these changes can attract the presence of ball lightning.

Seeing this scene, Yun Qianfeng followed suit, slowly raised his hand, and covered his mouth and nose as well.

Next came Jerry Zhou, and then the three at the bar.

As time passed by, everyone's faces became more and more red.

In such a quiet space with stable airflow, the next person to breathe is likely to be the choice of ball lightning.

The lung capacity competition has begun.

(End of this chapter)