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"What?" Zhang Jue didn't hear her words clearly.

"It's nothing." The little girl raised her head, her eyes sparkled faintly, "Thank you for your face, I'm leaving, goodbye."

Looking at her back, Zhang Jue felt a little familiar. He should have seen her somewhere, but he couldn't remember it anyway.

……

This was just an episode before Zhang Jue boarded the plane.

Two hours later, he entered the airport.

However, the moment he stepped into the airport gate, the bad feeling struck again.

There is a movie called "Death Comes".

At the beginning of the movie, the protagonist foresees an accident on the plane.

This is how Zhang Jue feels now.

He always felt that something would happen to his flight.

To be precise, this flight will have an accident because of his ride-someone is watching him.

Unlike the few minions he caught in the cemetery before, this time he couldn't even feel the presence of each other.

Zhang Jue could only do things with his own intuition. It was a matter of his own life, so he couldn't be too careful.

So he decisively refunded the ticket and rebooked another flight three hours later.

Three hours passed quickly.

When the announcement of "please board the plane, Mr. Zhang Jue" sounded, he sat motionless in his seat, as if he hadn't heard it.

After 10 minutes, the broadcast stopped and the plane took off.

Zhang Jue got up and bought another ticket to fly in two hours.

Another two hours later, the announcement of "Mr. Zhang Jue, please board the plane" sounded again.

The broadcast lasted for a few minutes. Just when the crew thought that Mr. Zhang Jue had released their pigeons again, Zhang Jue saluted and flew all the way to the boarding gate. At the last second before closing the door, he stepped on the Airplane taking off.

It was already eight o'clock in the evening, and Zhang Jue was a little tired after fighting the air for several hours.

If he still can't get rid of the danger, then he can only blame him for being too unlucky, or the opponent is too strong.

He put his luggage on the luggage rack and was about to close his eyes to rest when the person sitting behind suddenly knocked on his chair.

"Hello, can I change places with you, I'm a little uncomfortable."

Zhang Jue turned around and saw a woman in her 30s looking at him shyly.

Her lower abdomen swelled slightly, and she looked like a pregnant woman.

Because Zhang Jue's seat was next to the window, even though it couldn't be opened, most people still felt more comfortable sitting here, probably because of their inner feelings.

Zhang Jue nodded and changed places with her.

After sitting down, the plane took off slowly.

Feeling the oppression brought by being overweight, Zhang Jue felt a little better.

The roar of airplanes is the best sleeping pill, and most people put on their blindfolds and get ready for sleep.

Zhang Jue also closed his eyes.

In this case, it is impossible for him to fall asleep, but the necessary rest must be guaranteed.

The voices of the people died down, and the lights dimmed as the flight attendant came over to check a round of seat belts.

I do not know how long it has been.

Zhang Jue felt something was wrong.

In the darkness, he opened his eyes and felt the surrounding situation.

Quiet, unusually quiet.

Except for the roar of the plane, there was no other sound reaching his ears.

Not even human breath.

Zhang Jue stood up.

It was found that all the passengers were not in their seats.

He was the only one left in the huge cabin.

Oh, still can't escape it.

Encountering this situation, Zhang Jue's heart that had been hanging on was finally relieved.

Compared with the fear of the unknown, this close-to-unseen situation now makes him excited.

Come on, come on, let me see who dares to provoke Lao Tzu.

He kneaded his fingers, and if he didn't find someone to beat him up, it would be hard to solve the hatred in his heart.

In the dark, he fumbled towards the cockpit of the plane.

The other party wants to play this mysterious and mysterious game, and he will accompany him to the end.

As long as he occupies the cockpit, he is not afraid that the other party will not show up.

Just as he walked to the center of the cabin, all the lights that were originally off suddenly turned on.

The sudden bright light made Zhang Jue unable to see. He immediately closed his eyes and pricked up his ears.

He and Chen Lao had learned the method of listening to voices to identify their positions. If the other party wanted to take this opportunity to sneak attack him, they would probably suffer a disadvantage.

But a few seconds passed, and there was still silence.

There was no sound other than his breathing.

Could it be that I was thinking wrong?Zhang Jue slowly opened his eyes.

After seeing the scene in front of him clearly, he slowly opened his mouth, and his chin was long.

His expression was as if he had seen something unbelievable, and he was beyond shocked.

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Chapter 90 Assassination (3)

Zhang Jue opened his eyes, only to see those passengers who disappeared, including all the crew members, reappeared in front of his eyes.They stood in their respective seats, with empty eyes, surrounding him in the middle.

It's like a zombie in a horror movie.

Nima, what are you doing?Is it a live version of the big change living person?

Zhang Jue narrowed his eyes.

Needless to say, these people should be controlled by some means.

It was 01:30 in the morning, and in the closed cabin, these weird passengers looked very scary.

If a timid person is here, I'm afraid he will pee his pants the moment he sees them.

But unfortunately, what they were facing was Zhang Jue, who was not afraid of Zhang Jue.

These bells and whistles look cool, but to him, they are useless.

Zhang Jue's natural immunity to magic, coupled with the effect of ignoring fear, gave Zhang Jue a huge advantage when dealing with such things.

To deal with Zhang Jue, you must use destructive physical means to attack, otherwise you will not even be able to break the defense.

Zhang Jue was thinking about how to deal with these people, but they acted before him.

A gun suddenly appeared out of nowhere in everyone's hands.

What the fuck?

Can you do this?

Is it really magic?

Zhang Jue didn't have time to complain, he jumped up and jumped backward out of their encirclement - because everyone had already pointed their guns at him.

"Bang bang bang bang bang!"

The gunshots continued.

Zhang Jue hid behind a chair, but was quickly shot through, and he himself was shot twice.

If it wasn't for his self-healing ability, the game would have been over at this point.

Obviously, the person who wanted to kill him knew where his weakness was.

Like Abel, although he has a certain resistance to these physical injuries, his self-healing ability is not enough in the face of absolute numbers.

However, after this round of escaping, he also discovered the weakness of these people.

Because they are controlled by humans, their movements are very mechanical and very slow. As long as he keeps moving at a certain speed, their muzzles will not be able to keep up with his footsteps.

He came up behind one person, trying to wake him up, but before he could make any movement, the other people's guns arrived.

Zhang Jue fled with a leap, but the man was shot into a sieve by his companion's gun.

These people have lost their minds, and it seems that nothing is important except killing Zhang Jue.

It can't go on like this.

After all, the space in the cabin is limited, and Zhang Jue already had several passengers killed by their own guns when he fled.

Although Zhang Jue was not sad, but so many people died because of him, it would be somewhat uncomfortable, so he decided to save as many as he could.

"If a tiger doesn't kill a cat, you think I'm critically ill!"

Zhang Jue yelled a line from who knows how many years ago, stepped on the back of a chair, and rose into the air.

His head was only a few centimeters from the top of the cabin.

Seeing Zhang Jue jump into the air, all the controlled passengers raised their hands and pointed their guns at him.

Zhang Jue snorted coldly, he was waiting for this opportunity.

Zhang Jue held his right hand falsely, and a black long knife appeared out of thin air in his hand—this was the skill he had learned secretly from Abel, and he could materialize a weapon anytime, anywhere.

The weapon he can summon is not only the knife, it seems that all the legendary artifacts may be summoned by him. During the experiment, he successfully summoned a hammer of Thor.

But Zhang Jue, like Abel, still likes this black long knife the most, probably because of some kind of male romance.

It's too late to say.

With the black knife in hand, Zhang Jue made a 360-degree turn in the air.

The blade whistled, and all of them fell on the fingers or wrists of these people.

"Crackling-"

Their hands were injured, and they couldn't hold such heavy firearms, and the pistols dropped one by one.

Some people's hands were even cut off directly, and blood was splashed everywhere. If they were not bandaged in time, they might die due to excessive blood loss.

But Zhang Jue didn't care about them at all.

First of all, he has no similar ability,

Second, he has no such obligation

And most importantly, so far, the man behind the scenes has not shown up.

He must be in that cab.

……

Zhang Jue was thinking.

Suddenly, the people in the cab opened.

A man with blond hair came out of it.

"Crack, crack, crack, crack!" He clapped and said, "As expected of you, Consultant Zhang."

After the blond man appeared, Zhang Jue's hairs stood on end.