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

The submachine gun man scratched his neck and said.

"Amitabha!"

"Crack!"

Hong Yi loaded the bullet directly and stood up from his seat with a blank face.

"Ha ha!"

grin at him.

"boom!"

Directly smashed the man's thigh with a spray.

"what……"

A row of flight attendants didn't expect the plot to develop like this. How could this first-class guest take out a gun from his bag, and...

He shot without even blinking his eyelids.

"what happened?"

Anna had been sleeping, and was awakened only by the sound of gunshots. When she woke up, she looked at the Middle Eastern man with a broken leg, and then at Beretta in Hong Yi's hands.

She didn't understand the situation either.

Why would you start a fight with someone while you're sleeping? It's still a gunfight!

wrong!

In addition to this monk with a gun on the plane, there are other people with guns?

Is it because you haven't returned to the United States for too long?

Gun sales policy changed again?

"Amitabha! Don't be in a daze, Anna, this is a terrorist organization that hijacked the plane!"

Hong Yi saw that Anna, who opened her eyes, not only didn't come to help, but she even looked like she was watching a play.

"what!"

After regaining her senses, she quickly stood up from her seat and reached out to pick up the submachine gun on the ground.

"clatter!"

Hong Yi looked at her blankly, and then looked at the Middle Eastern man who was shot in the head on the ground!

This Nima asked you to help, but you killed people directly?

This is not a ghost!

It's an individual, isn't it responsible for killing it?

"Ahhhh!"

"Dead!"

"Help!"

At this time, the flight attendant who saw the dead person desperately wanted to rush out of the first class!

I thought this terrorist was scary enough, but I didn't expect these two men and women in the first class to be the real bosses. One would break someone's leg if they disagreed, and one would get a headshot without blinking an eye!

"Bang bang bang!"

Several flight attendants looked at the corpse on the ground in horror, crowded at the door of the plane's cockpit, and knocked hard on the door.

"Uh!"

Hong Yi put away the trolls and walked over to the flight attendant with a smile.

"Don't come...don't come!"

A flight attendant in the front directly pulled the small suit jacket away.

"You can do whatever you want, don't kill me!"

"Correct!"

"Tear!"

The flight attendants behind them also pulled their shirts away and looked at Hong Yi with pleading expressions.

"Amitabha!"

Hong Yi put his hands together and turned around immediately.

This American girl really lives up to her reputation, this is too open!

The poor monk just wanted to comfort you, but I didn't expect...

"Cough! You fasten your clothes, the poor monk is a serious monk... What, where is this first-class tissue, nosebleed!"

"That...there!"

The flight attendant at the front pointed to the box next to the seat.