I cut reality into a movie

Not only uniforms, but also matching flesh-colored stockings and even matching shoes are ready.

"In the suitcase you carry with you, is there such a flight attendant uniform?"

Looking at the full flight attendant uniform in the box, Tifa suddenly felt a little grateful for Marlowe.

That is to say, Marlowe failed to catch Romon with his own hands. Otherwise, when he excitedly opened the suitcase that Romon was carrying, and was about to look through the top-secret documents inside, he would only see a flight attendant uniform.

Such a huge gap would definitely make Marlowe faint on the spot.

"I don't usually put this in the box, but today, I specially prepared it for you, and I hope you like it."

This damn bastard.

You counted on me long ago, right?

Even without the appearance of those orange vests, you would have used other methods to trick me into wearing this flight attendant uniform, right?

Looking at the uniform in the box and seeing the smirk on Romon's face, Tifa gave the perverted bastard a hard look, and then asked Jenny: "Miss Jenny, I heard that there are employees on the Airbus A350 In the living room, right?"

"Yes, it's at the tail." Jenny nodded, "But before taking you there, let me introduce Captain Frank to Captain Quick of this flight."

To be honest, Jenny couldn't understand what the combination of Romon and Tifa, the captain and the detective, wanted to do on the plane.

But... what the heck.

Anyway, the sapphire pendant is a good thing.

It's impossible for these two people to blow up the plane, so they can do whatever they like.

Taking Romon all the way to the cockpit, Jenny was about to introduce Romon to the captain and co-pilot with a smile on her face, but Captain Quick, who he was talking about, first roared angrily:

"Is the cockpit a department store? Are you free to bring someone idle to the cockpit?"

"I………"

Seeing the inexplicably angry Captain Quick, the stewardess Jenny was dumbfounded. This was not the first time she introduced other crew members to Quick, but it was the first time she saw such an irritable Captain Quick.

"Captain, calm down, I know you are in a bad mood today, but you can't vent your anger on innocent outsiders, right?"

Co-pilot Jack, sitting on the right, patted the captain on the shoulder, then forced a smile and said, "What do you call your friend?"

"Frank."

"I'm sorry, Mr. Frank." Co-pilot Jack apologized: "Our Captain Quick encountered some troubles in life today, so don't mind his violent temper, I apologize to you on his behalf."

"But then again, the Jumpseat on this flight broke down almost a week ago, so Mr. Frank, you may not be able to sit in the cockpit."

The words have come to this point, even a blind man can see it.

Whether it was the captain or the co-pilot of this flight, they all wanted to drive him, an outsider, out of the cockpit.

This is not the attitude that a normal crew should have. After all, pilots flying planes for free is a mutually beneficial thing in the aviation circle. No matter how much a crew hates outsiders in their hearts, they still have to maintain basic politeness on their faces.

These two people can't be orange vests.

The unusual attitude of the two captains reminded Romon of those environmental lunatics.

Coupled with the fact that the group of lunatics had made it clear that the plane would fall from the sky, this further aggravated Romon's suspicion of the two.

Without further nonsense, Romon directly pulled out the Jumpseat for pilots outside the group from the corner of the cockpit, then sat up, and tried to pierce his buttocks. After confirming that the seat was firm, he said with a smile:

"Co-pilot Jack, I see that your memory has a little problem. This Jumpseat is very strong, and it is enough for me to sit on it to complete this trip."

"Jenny! What are you still doing in a daze! Hurry up and take this bastard out of the cockpit, he is not welcome here!"

Seeing that Romon insisted on sitting in the cockpit with a deadpan face, Captain Quick roared angrily again.

"Captain Frank, why don't you go out with me." Jenny comforted, "The flight attendant staff is not full, and there is just an empty seat outside for you."

"I'm not a flight attendant, I'm a pilot, I like to be in the cockpit, I have to be in the cockpit!"

Romon's attitude was also very firm. He looked at the two captains with a smile, wondering how they would deal with his unexpected trouble.

"Are you a shameless bastard? Didn't you hear me say that you are not welcome here?"

Captain Quick got off the pilot's seat. He strode up to Romon, pointed at Romon and shouted, "I heard you clearly, this is my plane. I will tell you to get out now!"

"Not just get out of the cockpit, but completely get me off the plane!"

As Quick roared, the drooping fat on both sides of his cheeks trembled, like a barking pug.

But as the old saying goes, a barking dog never bites.

Even though Quick put on a menacing look, wishing to do something, Romon knew that he didn't dare to do it, because if he did, the flight would not be able to take off.

Sure enough, just when Quick was furious and clenched his fists tightly, his deputy Jack interrupted him: "Captain, come here!"

He waved his hand and called Quick to his side. Jack whispered, "It's important. Don't delay the plane's departure because of such a small role."

"But he is sitting here, how do we go..."

Captain Quick said, looking at the floor in the middle of the cockpit. There is a hatch leading directly to the cargo compartment under the passenger cabin. In the cargo compartment, the weapons needed by the orange vests to hijack the passenger plane are stored.

"It's okay, when he won't obey, I'll send him to see God directly." Jack said, straightening his waist, and showing the bulging gun handle at his waist to Quick.

"Hehe, it's still you, brat, who is well-prepared."

Seeing the gun, Quick felt relieved a lot. He stopped talking nonsense with Romon, but glared at the rascal before sitting back in the driver's seat in silence.

Seeing that the cockpit returned to calm, Jenny finally found the time to evacuate.

She backed away from the cockpit, and only when the door of the cockpit was closed again, she patted her chest and sighed:

"Are the captain and co-pilot crazy today? Why did they suddenly become so abnormal? I remember they were very hospitable before."

"And Captain Frank is really too. Why is he so stupid? Since he is not welcome in the cockpit, he will come out and take the flight attendant cabin with me. Anyway, it's flying, not sitting."

Mumbling, Jenny went back to Tifa and told Tifa what happened in the cockpit.

After listening to Jenny's narration, Tifa nodded and thought to herself: Humph, I didn't expect this group of orange vests to be so deceptive, even the captain of a civilian airliner can be bewitched.

It's a pity that the captain you can confuse is just a captain after all, while the captain on my side is far more than just a captain.

Not worried about Romon's safety in the cab at all, Tifa followed Jenny to the flight attendants' lounge to change their uniforms.

After all, the cockpit was left to Romon, but the cabin was left to her, Tifa.

After Tifa changed into her uniform, and briefly chatted with the flight attendants about precautions, Southwest Airlines Flight 4444, which Tifa was on, officially began to welcome passengers.

"Cough cough cough cough!"

The old Brody, who was hunched over and coughing violently, walked onto the plane with difficulty with Franklin's support.

Christmas, Chicago, the terminal hall without air conditioning, the whole night of cold wind.

In such an environment, let alone an old bone like Brody, even a young and strong guy who stayed up all night would still be choked up the next day.

Sucking his nose, the old Brody looked weak and lying on the seat, not to mention seeking revenge from the painter, if he got off the plane alive, it is considered that he successfully completed the journey.

"Master, are you okay?"

huh huh.

Sniffing his nose twice, Old Brody forcibly opened the corners of his eyes full of sesame paste, and said, "I'm fine, don't worry about me, you go to the painter, his condition will not be much better than mine."

"You saw the arrangement of the FBI at the airport just now. Under such siege and interception, his dog boy must have a hard time."

how to say.

To a certain extent, Old Brody's guess was right again, Romon's current state was indeed not very comfortable.

After Tifa changed her costume and became "Tifa Stewardess Only", Romon was very arrogant and asked the flight attendant Tifa to bring a cup of coffee.

As a result, the coffee was indeed delivered, but the pure black Americano was not something that Romon could appreciate.

"Miss flight attendant, where's the sugar and milk I want?" Standing in front of the cockpit door, Romon asked with a tight voice, looking at the pure coffee in his hand that was as dark as night.

"Mr. Captain, with such a sweet mouth, do you still need sugar and milk to flavor your coffee?"

Along the way, Tifa didn't have a chance to express his displeasure with Romon's flirting with his sister. Now, after teasing him a little to balance his mentality, Tifa said sternly:

"Romon, stop joking. Seriously, the current situation is more troublesome. I just went around among the passengers, and at least one-third of the people in it are orange vests."

"Just seeing the orange vest is not enough reason to ground the plane." Romon shook his head: "What's more, even if the plane in front of me is grounded, if these lunatics can't be arrested, they will plan another An attack."

"That's what I thought too, so I'm not going to ground the plane."

Tifa resolutely said: "The public needs to be warned, the airlines need to be warned, and the US government also needs to be warned. We need this plane to fly. After these lunatics make a formal request to expose their hijacking incident, we will arrest them. most effective."

Having said that, Tifa looked at Romon expectantly: "Romon, you will protect the safety of this plane, right?"

"I will protect you and the safety of this plane." Romon smiled, emphasizing Tifa.

"Hmph, I don't need your protection." Tifa raised her nose and said arrogantly, took out another cup of coffee with milk and sugar in her hand, and said to Romon: "I put too much sugar in this cup of coffee, here you go drink."

"If Agent Tifa doesn't take it too hard." Romon picked up the coffee and made an exchange.

"In my hometown of Wyoming, all adults will choose black American style."

"It's okay, men will be teenagers until they die, and I like to drink sweet things."

Knowing that she was on a plane that was doomed, but with Romon by her side, Tifa could still laugh and laugh with him.

In the cockpit, all the pre-flight preparations are in place, one glance at the countdown to the flight, and one glance at the shameless rascal sitting behind the cockpit.

Quick didn't say anything, just waited silently for the command from the tower, and began to operate the plane to take off as usual.

"150 kilometers per hour."

"correct."

"At V-1 speed, take off."

"At V-2 speed, cruise."

"Retract the landing gear."

In three years and hundreds of takeoffs, Quick Jack, the pair of captains, has formed an unparalleled tacit understanding.

It's just that before today, their tacit cooperation was for the safety of the passengers on board, but today, their tacit cooperation has become a death sickle that takes away the lives of passengers.

Because they are more concerned about the future of tens of billions of creatures on earth than the lives and deaths of hundreds of passengers on the plane.

They feel like they are saving the world.

I feel that I will be fixed on the monument of human history for countless generations to look up to.

They were laughing wildly.

That distorted and crazy smile made even Romon feel a little terrified looking at it.

Sure enough, belief is the strongest weapon of human beings, but if the belief is crooked, the strongest weapon will become the strongest murder weapon.

Luo Meng looked at the two environmental lunatics expressionlessly, quietly waiting for their next performance.

It's just that Romon can hold his breath, but old Brody can't hold his breath.

When the plane entered the level flight stage and the stewardess allowed the passengers to unfasten their seat belts, Brody, dragging his sick body, called Franklin to divide into two groups and began to look for Romon in the cabin.

First class, no one.

Business class, no one.

Economy class, no one!

After walking around the whole plane from start to finish and enjoying the weird eyes of countless people, Old Brody was dumbfounded: no one?How could there be no one!How could the painter not be on this plane!

The great shame of his miscalculation made Old Brody's body stiffen.

As for Franklin on the side, seeing the dull look of the old master, he couldn't bear to provoke him again at this time, so he could only silently stay by his side, standing in the aisle of the airport like a fool, and receiving all the blank eyes from passengers going to the toilet .

Finally, after being in a daze for about 5 minutes in the corridor, Old Brody came to his senses, shaking his stiff body, raised his hand to put Franklin's shoulder beside him, and sighed, "I'm old, I'm really old. "

"Patriarch, what's wrong with you? A man doesn't judge a hero by one success or failure. This is the philosophy of life you taught me. How come you forgot it yourself in the end."

The loyal Franklin was still comforting his old master at this moment, until he supported the old Brody, and when he returned to his seat, he saw more and more passengers in his eyes, taking off their covering coats and revealing their clothes Orange vest.

"Patriarch, have you seen it?"

"See what, those orange vests?"

"Yes, those orange vests."

"What's wrong with the orange vest? It's not the first day those people have double standards. How do you say that... Anti-oil is work, and using oil is life. They know it in their hearts."

Old Brody, who has worked hard for most of his life, is well aware of the background of these environmental protection organizations. He opened his mouth to mock these hypocrites. It was not until the orange vests in front of him became a piece that Old Brody realized: "It's not right! This group of People are hypocrites! How can they wear an orange vest on a plane?"

Just saying that he is old and confused does not mean that old Brody is really old and confused.