All the timers in the cabin started counting down, and the red indicator lights on the bomb flashed rapidly.

The head of the plane, Tian Yangsi, the only female criminal in the gang, used the Bereta M9 pistol to press the driver's back:

"close the door."

Amid the buzzing sound, the door leading to the control room gradually closed.

In the gap, Tian Yangsheng gave a thumbs upside down, and inserted it hard.

Bang, the door closed tightly.

"Help, Sir, help. The bomb is about to explode!"

"It, it's only four minutes."

"I don't want to die, I don't want to die."

The cabin was in chaos, and the passengers who had not died in the shooting were futile looking for a place to escape.

"Old Ma, Old Ma!" Liu Jianming stared at a bomb and looked at it carefully. The timer above kept counting down like a death-seeking moment. "Come and see if this thing is possible to be removed?"

Disposal of explosives is not your strength. Although you have a little bit of it when you are in a police academy, learning and practice are completely different things.

Ma Haotian ran over with breath, squatted down, gently stroked a few wires of the same color. Different colors were all lie on TV. Only when a fool made a bomb would he set up coils of different colors for someone to disassemble them.

"No, the time is too short. I can't tell which one is real and which one is fake. It must be helped by colleagues from the bomb disposal team. Besides, with so many bombs, we can't even dismantle them in just a few minutes."

Ma Haotian wiped the sweat beads on his head, looked at the bomb, and then looked at the bomb.

Liu Jianming thought to himself: "It's impossible for them to be buried with us. Before they did this, they must have thought of a way to get out. The old guy's life is as good as gold, and there must be a complete solution. Old guy? By the way! Ask the old guy!"

Liu Jianming grabbed the collar of the Eight-faced Buddha, and the old guy was trembling and there was still blood foam in his mouth. Tianyangsheng's kick was really cruel. It was rare in the world with melee combat power of more than 15.0, and it was probably comparable to Bruce Lee.

Liu Jianming shouted: "Speak quickly, what else can I do to stop this! If the plane explodes, you will die."

"Hahaha..." The Eight-faced Buddha burst into laughter, bitter and satisfied, and said, "My eldest son is dead, the second son and the third son are dead. My younger daughter is almost there. I am seventy-year-old and eighty-year-old, and I have lived enough in my life. Finally, I don't have to hide anymore. Son-in-law, you can go with your father, and the whole family is looking for auspiciousness. Hahaha..."

"Bastard!" Liu Jianming punched him in the face, and the eight-faced Buddha spit out a few teeth, and knocked them out and knocked them down several seats.

It's been less than three minutes since the timer on the bomb was on it.

Liu Jianming thought to himself: "This old guy has a desperate ambition. No matter how hard he is asked, he will probably not say it. I will find a way myself. If the plane explodes at a height of thousands of meters, the only escape path should be parachuting. Parachuting?! By the way, it is parachuting! They must have prepared umbrella bags in the control room, and five minutes is enough to parachuting."

Liu Jianming immediately took out a pry stick from the space inventory and pryed the closed door.

Ma Haotian asked, "Aming, what are you doing?"

Liu Jianming gritted his teeth and explained: "There is an umbrella bag in the control room. If we want to escape, we can only open the door and snatch the umbrella bag and parachutize to escape."

Although I haven't jumped over the umbrella myself, I haven't eaten pork and I've never seen pigs running. I just want to copy it. Who can think about it so much?

Ma Haotian shouted: "What should I do if there are so many passengers, and what should I do if there are aunties, Alan and the others?"

Alan is his ex-wife and was also arrested by the Eight-faced Buddha. Although he has divorced, he cannot be without any feelings.

Liu Jianming's face turned red and he used all his strength to feed himself, but the closed door didn't move at all, and even the crowbar was bent.

He thought to himself: "Fuck you, the quality is too good, right?"

Ma Haotian shouted, "Hey! You are talking to you! I'm talking to you! Pry, pry, pry?" Seeing Liu Jianming not saying a word, he was holding his strength and just prying the door, he felt inexplicably angry.

"You can, come?" Liu Jianming became angry and said loudly: "I'm not for them. I can come up? I'm going to die now, and I can still take care of them. In a few minutes, everyone will be wiped out. Then, the superiors will erect a monument in Haoyuan and award a big medal. Hero?! Model?! Are you satisfied?"

"Hahaha..." The Eight-faced Buddha laughed so much that he saw the two arguing and clapped his hands, just like an old naughty boy in a martial arts drama.

"Fun! Fun! So funny! You two annoying rats, stinky, little bastards can be today?!"

Seeing the passage of time on the timer, Liu Jianming had no way to vent his evil fire in his heart, and the old man's shameless sarcasm broke out in an instant.

Liu Jianming held the bent pry stick and swung it up and knocked it on his forehead.

With a "ah", the old guy screamed and fell down, falling on the body of a dead mercenary, not knowing his life or death.

Ma Haotian shouted, "Aming, what are you doing? Do you want to kill him?"

"Bah!" Liu Jianming spat, hit the old guy's ugly face, threw away the crowbar in his hand, and said, "This old guy's hairstyle is so ugly. I was angry as soon as I saw it. I wanted to hit him for a long time. I have provoked me again and again, "I really want to beat him up."

The Eight-faced Buddha chanted.

Liu Jianming turned his head and thought to himself: "What should I do? I must break this door, otherwise I will be trapped inside. This time I will die, and there will be no dead scum left and no bones left."

When his eyes flashed over the mercenary's body, he immediately came up with an idea: "Grenade? By the way! Blow the door with the grenade. There is no other way, so I can only fight like this!"

Do it as soon as you say it.

Liu Jianming immediately bent down and took off a grenade and stuck it on the door with tape.

Ma Haotian shouted to dissuade him: "Aming, are you crazy?! You will kill everyone!"

The strength of the grenade explosion is uncontrollable and the range of the fuselage cannot be predicted. If the aircraft disintegrates in the air, the consequences will be disastrous.

"Okay." Liu Jianming spread his hands and looked at him with his head tilted: "Who do you have any idea? Look at it yourself and see how much time is left on the timer? Two minutes! That's right, it's less than two minutes. Is there a difference when I die two minutes earlier and two minutes later? Why don't you bet? Or I still say the same thing, you can do it."

Ma Haotian closed his mouth, smeared his hand hard on his cheek, and said, "Come on. If you die, you will be a hero again in 18 years."

Liu Jianming said: "Then why don't you go away quickly. The coroner is looking for a bomb here? Do you want to shout and fire at me?"

Ma Haotian immediately hid, although he didn't know what the allusion was to fire at me.

Liu Jianming pulled off the pull ring and rushed into the gap in the seat.
Chapter completed!