Over the Atlantic Ocean, a passenger plane is slowly heading towards North America.
On the plane seat, Lester smiled slightly and politely refused the juice offered by the stewardess.
"Ma'am, give it to my sister. My sister needs your help more than me. I swear in the name of God, she has been thirsty for a long time since she got on the plane. You must be the angel sent by God to save her. .”
"Oh, sir, you are really funny... My name is Wendy. I wonder what your name is, sir?"
Transferring the orange juice in her hand to the girl who was staring at her warily, Wendy had no intention of leaving. She just stared at the handsome black-haired mixed-race person in front of her.
After traveling on airplanes for many years, she has seen a lot of handsome men and experienced a lot, but she has never seen a man who is so handsome and has such a temperament.
In terms of offending God, the man in front of him is simply the angel Lucifer who fell into the world. If he were an angel serving in heaven, he would probably really offend God.
One hundred percent, I will betray God and follow the man in front of me into hell with all my heart.
All in all, this is a top-notch man who is worthy of being attached to, a man you will never meet in a century.
Even the 'good job' of delivering orange juice was snatched away by me and those nymphomaniac bitches using small tricks. I couldn't just leave without knowing it. No matter what, I had to get the other party's contact information. , maybe when the time comes, I can turn around and trick those little bitches again.
She, Wendy, has never been in a losing business.
"GuluGulu~"
The short-haired girl glanced at the man and started drinking orange juice through a straw, no longer looking at the flight attendant who was chatting with the man.
"My name is Lester Lee, Ms. Wendy, just call me Lester..."
At this point, the man suddenly stopped, patted the shoulder of the girl sitting by the aisle, turned to Wendy and smiled.
"Sorry, I have to go to the bathroom."
"Okay, the bathroom is over there. Do you want me to take you there?"
"No thanks."
Hearing the man's decisive rejection of her, Wendy, who was a little disappointed, had to make room and watched the tall and lean man stand up from his seat.
Just as Lester stood up, an old man wearing a blue shirt and black suit came back from the bathroom.
The moment he passed Lester, the old man put his hand into his arms and latched onto the safety ring of the defensive grenade with his index finger. There were three more such grenades in the inner pocket of his suit.
Just as he was about to pull away with force, he was quickly 'supported' by the man whose back was turned to him. Then his thigh suddenly hurt, and the 'old man's' body began to become limp and weak.
At the same time, as if she didn't see what was happening in front of her, the girl put down the half-filled plastic cup of juice with an expressionless face, stood up from her seat, and walked to the booth without saying a word.
Ignoring his sister's behavior and caressing the old man's chest, the man just looked at the unconscious old man in front of him with a worried look.
The old man who lost his breath had a faint smile on his face.
"Old sir? Are you okay?"
The man helped the semi-conscious old man sit in his seat and thoughtfully took off his suit for him.
"Miss Wendy! Can you do cardiopulmonary resuscitation? I suspect this old gentleman has a heart disease! If there are relevant drugs, please give them to him as soon as possible!"
As he spoke, the man's slightly narrowed eyes swept over the faces of the other passengers. He paused at the three smiling faces facing him, and felt relieved.
Feeling overwhelmed by what she saw in front of her, Wendy finally reacted when she heard the man's calm voice. After shouting hello to her colleagues, she quickly helped the man support the unconscious old man in his seat and touched the back of his neck. , Wendy's expression changed, and she quickly put the old man on the ground and started doing CPR.
Letting go of the old man and passing by another flight attendant who was frantically holding a medical kit, Lester quickly walked to the compartment.
In the compartment, the girl was holding a palm-sized ceramic knife in her backhand and looking out of the compartment door with a wary expression.
The two walked into the empty bathroom and locked the door.
The old man's suit was thrown away casually, and the floor was hit by the suit, and the girl's expression changed.
"Not a gun?"
Lester's voice was still calm, and he took his time to put on his flawless white gauze gloves. The man even had time to adjust the collar and tie of his black suit.
"There are four defensive military grenades, and there are three abandoned men who haven't done anything yet. They still have to kill people. The organization obviously doesn't give them a way to survive. Everyone on the plane is my burial..."
"Ha, I knew I would have such a day following you. Isn't this too fast? And you, you insist on letting me play games with you in double row to enhance our relationship after the mission. Now it's great, it's really over. "
The girl put down her arms dejectedly, thought for a moment, threw away the ceramic dagger in her hand, and began to take off her coat.
When his teacher, the ace killer Lester, who had been trained by the organization for thirteen years, began to sort out his remains, it was obvious that the door of life given by God had been completely blocked. It was not like he had never seen the methods of the organization before. It was fine on the ground, but it was definitely a dead end on the plane.
For an organization with a military background, it is not difficult to mobilize military aircraft to blow up an out-of-control plane.
In terms of organization, tomorrow's press release must have been written.
"The military sent military planes to successfully prevent a suicide terrorist attack. The hijacked bomb plane was successfully shot down by the military. The Empire State Building was saved from disaster. Let us observe three minutes of silence for the deceased on the plane."
Thoughts flashed through her mind like lightning. The girl had neatly taken off her coat, revealing a light pink combat vest.
This is a special style specially customized for girls by men.
Holding down the girl's hands that wanted to cause trouble on him, Lester's tone became a little softer.
"I'm sorry, I'm really not that fast. It's too late. Just be decent."
As the man's voice fell, her body stiffened, and the girl who had lost all motivation was completely powerless.
His teacher has always been right, so there is no point in forcing him at this time.
"Lester, you owe me, do you admit it?"
"recognize."
"Are we going to be killed like this?"
"Yes, there will be no pain."
"I'm so reluctant, teacher, I'm...a little scared..."
Faintly hearing the roar of fighter jets coming from outside the passenger plane, Lester kissed the girl gently on the cheek, and then hugged the girl hard, as if he wanted to rub the girl into his body.
"Don't be afraid. When the missiles come, I will stand in front of you."
Holding the man in her arms and feeling the remaining warmth on her cheeks, the girl who was no longer afraid suddenly smiled.
"I thought you were going to kiss me on the mouth."
"I...actually have always regarded you as my daughter."
The girl was startled, with a few blushes on her face.
"Actually, I also regard you as my father... Promise me not to be a eunuch in your next life, and be nice to the girls who like you."
After hesitating, Lester felt his waist being twisted hard.
"Are you going to agree or not?"
The scorching heat hit from outside the machine, the high-energy fragments of the missile explosion tore the machine apart, and fire burst out in front of the eyes.
The man put his ear next to the girl.
"I promise you."
The next second, the plane broke in the middle and exploded in the air.
The fighter jet roared away, and the pilot withdrew his cold gaze.
"Target down."
