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"The military people have gone crazy. These guys want to blow up the plane and kill you and all the passengers on the plane!"

After receiving this message, Zhang Ming sat on a chair and thought for nearly 5 minutes, and then he replied to Tony.

"Who knows about this?"

"They thought they were doing it secretly, but senior SHIELD agents, top military officials and the Avengers all knew the news."

"Even so, they still plan to continue taking action?" Zhang Ming found it a bit incredible.

"So I say they're crazy."

Zhang Ming sat up and sent the last message, "This may be a good thing. Don't worry, I won't let them hurt anyone."

This was a plan he designed for the purpose of "going home". Zhang Ming did not want to cause real casualties because of himself.

Putting down his cell phone and putting on a traditional Japanese demon mask with a pleasant woody scent, he opened the curtain and returned to the passenger compartment.

Zhang Ming banged on the luggage rack.

Passengers who were drowsy due to the long flight woke up when they heard the sound.They lowered their heads, occasionally daring to glance furtively.

"There are two pieces of news, one good and one bad."

After confirming that most people were awake, Zhang Ming said:

"The good news is that the US military has sent six fighter jets and they are on their way over. They carry a large number of missiles. If they hit accurately, they can indeed kill me more than a dozen times."

Some innocent people smiled, but more people heard the hidden problem in this sentence.

Zhang Ming nodded to several frowning passengers.

"You are right. The bad news I want to say is: the missile will directly hit this plane, and your names will all appear on the sacrifice list."

The passengers immediately fell into a commotion. Most of the passengers on the plane were Japanese. They asked loudly in their hometown dialect, and some were sobbing quietly.

One of the passengers took out his mobile phone and wanted to call his family. The Ridiculous Lock flew over and snatched the phone away.

"Sorry, you are not allowed to talk to the outside world for the time being."

At this moment, an American male passenger stood up and said angrily: "I don't believe your nonsense! It is impossible for my country to give up the lives of its citizens!"

Zhang Ming waved his hand, "I'm not saying this to ask you to express your opinions. Your pessimism and doubts are meaningless to me. I just think... it's interesting to see your expressions."

The passengers were completely desperate. They couldn't help but hold the hands of those around them, eager to get some comfort from them. Many people shed tears silently.

"But you won't die."

Zhang Ming sat down on a chair and said, "I still need to take this plane to New York, so before arrival, I allow you to hide in my shadow."

The passengers were stunned. A female passenger sitting behind Zhang Ming asked with a trembling voice: "You...you want to protect us?"

"I have hijacked this plane now, and it is my private property."

Zhang Ming closed his eyes again, "You are just useless fleas parasitic on my private property. I don't care about you, but I can't allow my things to be blown up."

Being compared to fleas by others and being rescued, the passengers didn't know whether to be grateful or angry. The only thing they could do was wait.

The discussion in the cabin gradually fell silent.

Skeptics, who firmly believe in their country, are waiting to expose Zhang Ming’s lies;

Pessimists are waiting for Zhang Ming to fail and then die;

And most ordinary people are waiting for the final outcome.

Until a certain moment, Deidara opened his eyes.

"They are here."

In the sky, with this flight as the center, hundreds of clay birds patrolled in an orderly manner within a range of one hundred kilometers.

In addition to a pair of wings, these clay birds also have small jet devices at their tails that can detonate miniature clay bombs inside. The energy brought by the explosion can help them fly in a short time.