Marvel's Chinese Superhero System

"Flight 1549, runway , ready to take off."

After waiting for a long time, William and Rothstein finally got the flight permission from the control tower.

"1549, get ready to get on the runway. Why did it take so long today? I almost burned out half a ton of fuel." William complained a few words to the tower, and at the same time skillfully drove the plane onto the reserved runway.

The gray-haired William is over sixty years old this year. In his thirty-year flying career, he has safely transported tens of thousands of passengers. He is almost one of the most senior pilots at Lincoln Airport. Flying a plane is almost like flying to him. Eating, drinking, and eating is generally done with ease.

"There was a thunderstorm cloud on the flight path just now, but it has passed now, and the weather forecast shows that it should not run towards us, but the airport in the next city is about to worry." A magnetic female voice came from the tower, with a tone of voice With some irony in it.

"Damn thunderclouds, this month's fuel economy award is gone, 1549 aircraft is on the runway, ready to take off."

"be careful."

"Don't worry, how about we go to Peter Luger for steak when we come back?"

"Huh, you've been saying this for almost forty years."

The conversation between the two was so tacit and natural, as if they had said it thousands of times.

Seeing this, Rothstein couldn't help sighing: "Sometimes I really envy you and Mary, unlike the one in my family who always quarrels with me."

After hearing these words, William suddenly showed a happy and proud expression, and said with a smile: "Hahaha, you have never seen him lose his temper before. He is just like a tigress."

However, when William was enjoying his mouth, he forgot that the tower call was still on all the time.

"Who do you think is the tigress, William?" Unsurprisingly, Mary's cold questioning voice came from the intercom.

"Um, what's the tigress? Did you hear it wrong? Let's talk about it later. I'm really going to take off now." William perfectly demonstrated his strong desire to survive as a man.

Accompanied by Rothstein's gloating laughter, the plane gradually took off and entered the predetermined orbit not long after.

"1549 has entered the predetermined orbit. The current altitude is feet, the speed is kilometers per hour, and the automatic cruise mode has been activated."

"The control tower has received it. The weather on the route is currently good. Just pay attention to the thunderstorm clouds in the direction of 270. In addition, LV has recently released a new bag."

"Received in 1549, I will pay attention to thunderstorm clouds, I bought it."

Since you don't keep your mouth shut, your wallet will naturally have to pay the price. After all, the wife in the world is the happiest. As for the span of the chat, Rothstein on the side said that he has long been used to this unique show of affection between the two.

After the plane entered the automatic cruise mode, the two of them took a break for a while. Rothstein stretched his waist, leaned on the chair and said lazily: "Life in the air is always so leisurely."

"I really like this kind of life, the beautiful scenery in the sky, no matter how many times I see it, I can't get tired of it."

"What's so interesting about a bunch of white clouds?" Rothstein complained, then turned on the button to call the stewardess: "Give me a cup of coffee Aranda."

"Two cups, why do you always forget mine, and another piece of white cake, I haven't eaten breakfast today."

Rostam smiled slightly, as if he was used to this scene: "Aranda, did you hear that, two cups of coffee and a piece of white cake Aranda?"

I don’t know why the other person didn’t reply for a long time. Rostam frowned, turned his head and glanced at William and continued to call: "Aranda, please answer me, what happened?"

Before they finished speaking, the two heard a commotion outside the cab. Rothstein realized that something was wrong, and took out a Taser gun from under the driver's seat and held it in his hand.

However, just as he was about to go out to have a look, a strange bone blade suddenly pierced through the cabin door of the cab, and then the bone blade cut a big hole in it.

Before the two of them had time to be surprised, they saw a big hand covered with white bones reach in from the opening, then grab the hatch and pull it gently, then tore the entire hatch off.

"Hey, you two, I left my wallet in New York. Can you please help me fly back to get it?"

When Rostam saw Bale, who was covered in bone armor, he was shocked and wondered what kind of monster this was.

But the instinct of being a pilot made him calm down quickly. There was no need to aim at such a short distance, and the Taser gun had no recoil, so he didn't raise his arm at all, and turned his wrist towards Bale. A shot was fired.

Ba Le didn't stop him, and let the two electrode needles hit his body, but he was bounced away without even scratching the skin.

"Tsk tsk tsk, that's not very polite, Mr. Captain." After speaking, Barr grabbed Rothstein by the neck and lifted him up in the air.

With a crack, Barr broke Rothstein's neck, threw the body away, turned to look at William and said, "I hope you can make a wiser choice than him, old man."

"What on earth are you going to do?" Suppressing the emotions in his heart, William asked with red eyes, while constantly thinking about the solution in his mind.

"Actually, it's nothing. Before that, please allow me to explain a small toy to you." As he spoke, Bale took out the detonator from his suit pocket, then looked at William and continued: "I believe you recognize it. What is this? I planted a total of kilograms of TNT explosives on this plane. You heard me right, it’s kilograms. Do you know what this means?"

Under normal circumstances, the charge of an ordinary grenade is about fifty grams of TNT. One kilogram of TNT is equivalent to two hundred grams of grenades detonating at the same time, and one hundred and fifty kilograms is equivalent to thirty thousand grenades.

"This means that as long as I move my finger now, this plane will instantly turn into fly ash. In fact, it didn't use kilograms of explosives, but there was no way who allowed me to get so much. I don't have anything else to do. I just brought them all for their uses. The explosions have to be bigger to look good. I hope you don’t mind."

"Of course I don't mind, so what do you want to do?" William was immediately furious and asked me not to mind. Do you mind if I stuff kilometers of explosives into your plane?

"I'm sorry to digress, but now I just want to trouble you to fly the plane over New York and hang around on it. By the way, please lend me a phone. Of course, it would be better if you can video." Baller smiled, very happy Said politely.

"What are you doing over New York? Do you want to recreate 911?" William wanted to extract some information from Burrough to facilitate subsequent rescues.

"No, no, no, although this idea is good, it is actually for personal grudges. Also, this is my last question to answer you. If you keep talking nonsense, I will kill you and fly the plane yourself. I have played Microsoft Flight simulator people, you know?”

To be continued