Supernatural: a Poor Monk Becomes Stronger when He Crosses a Ghost

The submachine gun man nodded, pulling the flight attendant's hair and walking forward.

This plane is a large passenger plane. The economy class is connected with the business class, while the first class is a closed space with a total of 8 seats, accompanied by two flight attendants.

"Den...Den...Down!"

The man dragged the flight attendant and knocked on the door of the first class cabin.

Soon the door opened.

"do not move!"

The man pushed the stewardess in his hand and followed him.

Several flight attendants looked at the submachine gun in the man's hand, their eyes widened for a while, and they stood there in disbelief.

The man glanced at it, and there were only two people in the first class!

"Humph! ** Society..."

The man snorted coldly.

"boom!"

He directly hit the bald young man with the butt of his gun.

Hong Yi slept soundly, feeling that someone on the forehead had been beaten, opened his eyes leisurely, looked at the dark muzzle in front of him, and didn't understand the situation for a while.

Glancing at the flight attendants standing in a row in front of him, Hong Yi asked:

"Are you doing a drill? Or a special service?"

The stewardess looked at the monk in front of her, not knowing what to say for a while.

How big is this man!

See clearly, it's a real gun, didn't you see that we were all scared to pee?

Who exercises so real!

"It's very professional!"

Hong Yi rubbed his forehead and sat up, looked at the submachine gun in the man's hand and said with a smile:

"This gun is so real!"

"And you guys... your legs are shaking, it's really like acting!"

"Clap clap clap!"

Hong Yi clapped his palms encouragingly, and lay down again.

He waved at them.

"Okay, the poor monk is very satisfied with your novel service, although it's not too scary, but...don't be discouraged, keep trying!"

"The poor monk is a little bit needy! Stop your work! Do you want a red envelope? The poor monk will give you some hard work!"

Saying that, he took out a few rice knives from his pocket, rolled them up, and stuffed them into the dark muzzle.

"You give them points, all right, let's go out!"

The man was stunned when he looked at the rice knife stuck in the muzzle!

Who the hell is Nima practicing here with you!

Doesn't seem silly!

"boom!"

Directly dragged a gun on the monk's forehead.

The submachine gun man said fiercely:

"Get up, talk again and kill you!"

"Damn, damn yellow-skinned monkey!"

Hong Yi touched his smashed forehead and his expression turned cold.

"The poor monk doesn't know who you are!"

"but……"

Hong Yi pulled the backpack away as he spoke.

He took out his royal Beretta and placed it directly on the man's belly.

"Fuck the poor monk and say it again?"

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The submachine gun man looked down at the muzzle on his stomach, and froze in front of Hong Yi.

Is this still a colleague?

"Put your gun down!"