It is depressing enough to encounter hijackers when taking a plane. What's even more depressing is that terrorists also need to intervene.

Xiao Feng had a headache. The terrorists in the world were the craziest people in the Middle East, including human bombs and suicide attacks. They are the ancestors.

"Damn it, you are seeking death by yourself, I don't want to die with you." Xiao Feng stared at the remote control in Hussein's hand, and his thoughts flashed rapidly, but he couldn't think of a feasible method.

At this moment, the only way is to kill Hussein in seconds and get the remote control in his hand. However, there are several risks:

1. How effective is the two bodyguards? Xiao Feng is unknown, and how effective is Hussein. He doesn't know. If he can't kill with one blow, the entire plane will have to finish playing.

2. What type of bomb they installed? Single-point remote-controlled transmission bombs, or more complex heart meridian pacemakers. If it is a heart meridian pacemaker, then once Hussein dies, the bomb will explode immediately.

3. Even if Hussein is killed and the aircraft is controlled again, is the bomb timed? You should know that this is a real bomb, not a "scam bomb". Once it explodes, it is not as simple as blowing up eggs.

Given the unknown surname of the bomb, Xiao Feng couldn't make a decision, and he was waiting. If Hussein really wanted to create a terrorist incident, he would not be low-key, but chose a high-profile rhythm to detonate the bomb. He wished that the whole world would pay attention to him. To attract attention was a common problem for terrorists all over the world. He would also wish that the whole world would know what they did.

Not far away, Hussein took the remote control and glanced at the two middle-aged people in Arabic, saying to the two middle-aged people: "Go to find the hijackers to communicate, try to let them cooperate with us. If they don't agree, let them die with us."

"Yes." The two middle-aged men were about to leave when they suddenly noticed the hijackers under the seat, their faces changed, and they quickly returned to Hussein: "Young Master, what happened here."

Xiao Feng was puzzled as he listened to their conversation, what Hussein said meant? Could it be that they were not just trying to create a terrifying incident, but he didn't seem to want to die either, but whether he wanted to die or not, the control of the plane could not fall into their hands.

Xiao Feng slowly pulled out the dragon-patterned dagger from his calf, and at the same time opened the safety of the Deadly Soul-Chasing Gun, sat quietly in his seat, observing the further development of things.

"There is a very interesting friend over there. His men have settled the robbers here. Haha, you can do your business, leave it to me." Hussein smiled and waved his hand.

The two middle-aged men followed Hussein's gaze and looked at Xiao Feng, and their hearts were shocked at the same time. It was him. They hesitated and nodded: "Yes, young master, be careful." After that, they quickly left.

Hussein played with the remote control in his hand, stared at Xiao Feng's side face, and showed a playful smile. He thought for a while, stood up and walked over: "We're meeting again, haha, in the words of you Chinese, is it fate?"

Xiao Feng didn't expect Hussein to come to find him on his own initiative, and looked up slightly at him: "Hussein, I have no fate with the Middle Eastern people." While speaking, Xiao Feng's calf muscles were already tense, and he could burst out his strength at any time, allowing him to kill Hussein in an instant.

Hussein looked at Xiao Feng condescendingly, half-squinted his eyes. The man made him unable to see through and made him feel extremely dangerous. He tightened the controller in his hand, and asked with a smile: "You seem to have any prejudice against me."

Xiao Feng stood up slowly. He didn't like Hussein's condescending look, which made him feel uncomfortable. "No, I don't have any prejudice to you personally, I just have some prejudice to the Middle Eastern people."

"Why." Hussein's smile on his face reduced a little bit, and Xiao Feng's words made him feel very upset.

Xiao Feng could understand Hussein's mood. If a foreigner dared to tell him that I have prejudice against you Chinese, I guess Brother Feng would be unhappy. He could even slap him in the face, "Because there are terrorist organizations everywhere in the Middle East, I can't say who is a terrorist."

Xiao Feng was testing Hussein. Although he confirmed Hussein's identity, he still wanted to see his reaction.

When Hussein heard Xiao Feng say this, he smiled again on his face: "It turns out that you have prejudices against terrorists. Haha, I hate terrorists too."

"I'm going to play psychological tactics with me. When I was in kindergarten, I would use psychological tactics to trick Xiaomm into eating apples. You also hate terrorists, grass, and lie to your father." Of course, these words were all in Xiao Feng's heart and he didn't say them.

"Is that right?" Xiao Feng finished his stomach and looked into Hussein's eyes: "But I feel that you are a terrorist."

Hussein smiled and nodded calmly: "Yes, I am a terrorist, but this does not mean that I don't hate terrorists."

Xiao Feng gritted his teeth. There was indeed no normal person in the terrorists. Damn, what a fallacy is this? Terrorists hate terrorists. "Hussein, I don't quite understand what you said."

"It's very simple. For example, will the doctor definitely like the doctor? To put it more deeply, will the doctor definitely like this profession? That's it. Being a terrorist is my profession, but I hate this profession, do you understand?" Hussein smiled, glanced at the white faces of several girls, and smiled: "It seems that your female companions are more afraid of me."

Just as Hussein said, the girls were really scared, why did terrorists pop up again? Especially Liu Shishi, who had a pale face. She had just talked with a terrorist so speculatively. Even the three powerful women, Huo Wu, Han Shuang, and Liao Na, all looked ugly. It was not that they were timid, but that the reputation of terrorists was too bad.

Xiao Feng looked down at the girls, smiled without worry, and then focused his eyes on Hussein's face: "Your profession is quite dangerous, why don't you quit?"

"Haha, I can't resign. It was God who asked me to engage in this high-risk profession that I hate." Hussein smiled bitterly. Although it was fake, Xiao Feng found that the young man in front of him was really helpless.

Xiao Feng really wanted to smoke a cigarette, but he couldn't smoke it now. He had to think about what kind of young man the person in front of him was. The first time he encountered such a terrorist, his brain was a little messy and hypoxia now.

"You believe in God, too."

"Fuck God, that's a hypocritical old guy." Hussein cursed.

"Okay, he let me meet you, so I start to hate this old guy too." Xiao Feng shrugged, glanced at the remote control in Hussein's hand, and asked as if he pretended to be stupid: "Your phone is good, where did you buy it."

Hussein smiled and spread his palms: "Did you mean it?"

"Yes." Xiao Feng's energy was mobilized. He was making the final hesitation whether he should kill Hussein in seconds and seize the remote control.

"Haha, it is not a mobile phone, it is a remote-controlled bomb device. Do you know that my subordinates have installed bombs on this plane. As long as I press this button, the whole plane will 'boom' and turn into a ball of fire." Hussein's face was filled with a spring breeze, but what he said made several girls sweat.

Xiao Feng's eyes locked on Hussein's neck. In just one second, the dragon-patterned dagger could cut off his neck. His artery blood vessels would gush out like a burst faucet. Within two minutes, the blood would flow, and he would become a shriveled and cold corpse.

"You are not afraid of death." Xiao Feng asked coldly.

Hussein shook his head: "I said, I hate terrorists, and I am not a qualified terrorist, haha, so I'm afraid of death."

"..." Xiao Feng is going crazy. Go fucking terrorists. Someone must be playing pranks with him, right? He has never encountered a terrorist like Hussein.

"I'm afraid of death, but my two subordinates are not. They are very pure terrorists and can sacrifice everything for their faith." Hussein said with a sigh.

Xiao Feng decided to take action to kill this weird terrorist, take control of the plane, and then contact the army on the ground, and leave the rest to them.

"Xiao Feng, do you know the remote control device for heart meridian pacing? As long as my heart stops beating, the bomb on the plane will explode. This makes me feel helpless, but in order to leave China safely, I have no choice." Hussein spoke again, revealing the answer to the question that Xiao Feng has been struggling with.

Xiao Feng was about to take action, but when he heard Hussein's words, he was shocked and numb. Fortunately, he didn't take action rashly just now, otherwise there would be no one left in the scum. However, what does Hussein's words mean? Leaving China safely may be an entry point.

At this moment, Busan and Bussi wiped the blood on their hands and came in from the entrance of the passage: "Brother Feng, the hijacking elements in the two cabins have been resolved."

Xiao Feng smiled bitterly in his heart and nodded: "Well, you are not injured, are you?"

"No, when will we take control of the plane?" Busan shook his head and asked with a holding of Wei Chong.

"You can't get control of the plane, it belongs to me." Hussein smiled.

Busan frowned and looked up and down at Hussein for some reason. For some reason, the young man in front of him actually made him feel dangerous: "Who are you?"

"Hussein, a terrorist." Hussein looked at Busan and said in a not-so-high voice: "I'm glad to know you."

"..." Busan and Bussi's faces changed, why did another terrorist appear?

"Young Master, I'm back." At this time, a middle-aged man's voice came from the entrance of the passage, and he walked over quickly.

He raised his gun and pointed it at Hussein and the middle-aged man's head: "Damn, the terrorists still shot them down."

"Then you shoot." The middle-aged man had a cold face and pulled his shirt away, revealing what was inside.
Chapter completed!