Arts and Sciences

Chapter 45
The sky is cloudy and foggy, and the scorching sun rises above the sea of ​​clouds, covered with a layer of brilliant golden paint. A silver-white passenger plane shuttles through the undulating clouds. The long wings are like the wings of an archangel. Sunshine is flowing around her body, with a little white cunmans.

This is a small and medium-sized passenger plane made in the United States, with a capacity of 29 people and a maximum speed that can reach the speed of sound. It is a conference plane for many consortiums.

But at the moment, there were only seven people in the cabin of the plane.

A young man is located in the middle of the cabin seat, with his head buried between his hands, making it difficult to see his expression. The most incredible thing is that his hands and feet are wearing heavy handcuffs and anklets, which make it difficult for him to even move. It is very difficult to hope for.

Sitting next to him is a middle-aged foreign man wearing sunglasses and a bluetooth headset that can reach his mouth. The man is dressed in black, a black suit, and black shoes, which makes him look like a movie. The mafia inside, silent in the black.

The other five people were dressed in the same clothes as the middle-aged man, in uniform black suits, and stood scattered around them, all with serious expressions, as if they were facing a formidable enemy.

The voice of the pilot came from the bluetooth headset worn by the man in black sitting next to the shackled young man, "Captain Houston, we have obtained the airspace right of way, now we will lower the flight altitude and keep the same course, and we can fly at [-] at the earliest." Arrive in New York within hours."

"Well, I understand!" The man in black, known as the captain of Houston, looked at the man next to him with his head down, and at the looming ocean under the plane outside the porthole. His heart, which had been occupied by haze and tension for a long time, finally Being able to relax, he breathed a long sigh of relief, "The mission is finally successful, and now I just hope to return to China as soon as possible."

Houston looked at the young man who hadn't spoken since boarding the plane, and felt a sense of pride in his heart, "Mr. Flying Wolf, in fact, I admire your crime methods every time. My grandfather is a federal The data sorter of the archives department, I have read your files from there since three years ago when you were not yet an international thief."

Seeing the young man shrugging his shoulders, Houston continued to say with satisfaction, "You are very smart and have a great talent for committing crimes. From then on, I think you are quite extraordinary. Over time, you will definitely become a shocking person." A thief for a while, as expected, but in just three years, you stole Raphael's masterpiece from the museum in Florence, which is said to be never stolen. Facing a warehouse full of gold, you only stole eleven gold bars. In November of the same year, you appeared in our United States again, successfully keeping the Quelquid gem left by Edward VIII under the surveillance of many FBIs steal"

Houston looked a little excited, "Any one of the cases you committed can amaze any criminology expert. If criminals can be praised, then I can call you a genius without reservation!"

The faces of the five men in black around them were expressionless, obviously they already knew the identity and power of the person they were escorting.

"Since I saw your file three years ago, I have had a vague premonition that the unknown little thief in this file, this ordinary-looking oriental, will definitely become my old enemy in the future!"

"Sure enough, three years ago I was still a clerk who sorted out data in the Federation. Three years later, I had already assumed the title of 'Hound Dog' and became the captain of the No. 20 Team Seven of the FBI's Search Division. And you also shocked the world because of your repeated crimes. , became a famous international thief for a while, the fate of our confrontation, I don’t know when it started, it has already begun.”

"Now, I am victorious, and I personally arrested you. From now to the future, my achievements will reach the peak step by step, and what awaits you in front of you is only endless trials. Although at this moment , I still want to thank you, because of you, I have made me!" Captain Houston's eyes became radiant, as if seeing his own glamorous future.

The young man yawned, slowly raised his head, his eyes were sleepy, "There's so much nonsense. The chattering in my ear has been disturbing my sleep. Where are you now?"

Houston was stunned, obviously not realizing that he was sleeping just now instead of listening to himself.

But after all, he has some tried and tested demeanor. He kept smiling and said: "Mr. Feilang, we have always been magnanimous to a loser, and your question can be answered. Now we are on the coast of China. In less than ten hours, we will arrive in New York," he paused, pointing at the young man with his little finger, with a mysterious smile, "the final destination of your trial."

"That's right. We've already arrived in China." The young man's single eyelid glanced at the six people around him. "Thank you for accompanying me on such a journey. See you next time."

Houston's originally smiling expression froze in place.

The young man moved!Like an African cheetah, he jumped up from the chair, wearing heavy bracelets and shackles as if they didn't exist, which didn't affect his movements in the slightest. It was the same as when he moved slowly when he first got on the plane. Different from each other!
"Stop him!" Captain Houston stretched out his big hand to grab the chain between the young man's hands, but he was still a step too late.The young man not only easily avoided his big claws, but also pulled out the pistol he carried from his waist, avoided a black-clothed FBI team member, stepped on the leather seat of the plane with both feet, Kick out!

The young man was volleying in the air, with his feet curled up, and the pistol fired three shots at the shackles between his feet, hitting the joint of the chains accurately, and firing quickly and accurately while his body was volleying through the seat by pushing back against the seat. Three shots broke the stainless steel chain. This oriental man, code-named Flying Wolf, the international thief, showed his extraordinary eyesight and superb skills, which made all the FBI members present gasp in amazement.

When the young man landed, he fired two more "bang! bang!" shots, and the chains attached to his hands were also broken, allowing his hands to be free again.

Only then did the others think of drawing their guns.

Suddenly there was a strong suction force, and some light objects such as confetti teacups on the plane flew all over the sky. Captain Houston avoided a hard-shell guestbook flying towards him, and headed towards the cabin door opened by the flying wolf. Move over.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!" At this moment of panic, some federal players pulled the trigger on the flying wolf at the hatch.For a while, there was a lot of gunfire.

"Stop! Stop! I order you to stop," Captain Houston saw that the situation was out of control, leaned behind the chair to avoid a dart-like pen, and shouted to stop his team members, "Don't shoot in the plane again, Avoid stray bullets, and we will live!"

Although the plane has slowed down a lot, the suction brought by the high-speed flight is still quite strong. Flying Wolf opened the hatch, grabbed the edge of the door with both hands, and insisted not to be dragged off the plane by the suction, which was almost tantamount to suicide!

(End of this chapter)