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This was a plan he devised for the purpose of "going home". Zhang Ming didn't want to cause real casualties because of himself.

Putting down his cell phone, he put on a traditional Japanese ghost mask with a nice smell of wooden products. He opened the curtain and returned to the passenger compartment.

Zhang Ming knocked on the luggage rack with a "thump-thump".

The passengers who were drowsy due to the long-distance flight woke up one after another when they heard the sound.They lowered their heads, occasionally taking the courage to secretly cast a glance.

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

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

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

Some innocent people showed smiles, but more people heard the hidden problems in this sentence.

Zhang Ming nodded to the frowning passengers.

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

Passengers immediately fell into a riot. Most of them were Japanese passengers, who asked loudly in their native dialect, and some sobbed softly.

One of the passengers took out his mobile phone and wanted to call his family. The ridiculous lock flew over and snatched the mobile phone.

"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! My country cannot 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 holding the hands of the people around them, eager to get some comfort from it. Many people shed tears silently.

"However, you will not die."

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

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

"I have now hijacked the plane and it is my personal property."

Zhang Ming closed his eyes again, "You are just useless fleas living 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 because of this, the passengers didn't know whether to be grateful or angry. The only thing they could do was to wait.

The discussions in the cabin gradually fell silent.

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

The pessimist is waiting for Zhang Ming to fail and then die;

And most ordinary people are waiting for the final outcome.

Until a certain moment, Didara opened his eyes.

"They are here."

In the sky, with this flight as the center, within a range of [-] kilometers, hundreds of clay birds are patrolling in an orderly manner.

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

These flying birds are Zhang Ming's eyes and guards.

"Northeast, fifty kilometers away, six in number."

The flying speed of fighter jets is in "Mach" as the unit, and the average speed is about 1.5~2 Mach, which is more than 500 meters per second.

The distance of fifty kilometers is almost negligible at this speed. While Zhang Ming saw the fighter group, the military's elite pilots also noticed their target.

"Alpha team here, we have arrived at the target location, but we only saw a civil aircraft, and have not seen the terrorist Z, please instruct the next step."

This time, all the ace pilots of the US military were dispatched. The pilots adjusted the parameters to ensure that the missiles were always ready to launch at any time.After reporting the situation, he waited for instructions from his superiors.

A few seconds later, a voice came from the communicator: "Shoot down that civil aviation plane."

The ace pilot put his thumb on the fire button, and his inner conscience made him make a final inquiry before the launch: "Are there any ordinary people on that plane?"

His words came over the squad comm channel, audible to all the pilots, who were all waiting for a reply from headquarters.

However, the head of the headquarters, showing no desire to explain, reiterated the order again: "Shoot down that civil aviation plane."

Through the window of the fighter jet, several pilots looked at each other. After so many years of flying experience, they have done countless flying missions, and faced dangers countless times...

But they never shot at ordinary people.

"Alpha team received." A team member replied suddenly.

A fighter jet flying on the far right, under the watchful eyes of his teammates, fired two missiles!

The AIM-9X symbol is drawn on the two long and narrow missiles. At the front end of the missile, there is a transparent cover with a camera-like device inside, which can help it automatically locate the target and keep tracking.

This is the fourth-generation Sidewinder air-to-air missile most commonly used by the US military!

Two rattlesnakes are enough to blow up a commercial aircraft, and no one can survive the heat and impact.

A kind-hearted pilot lowered his head, unable to bear to see this scene. A few seconds later, an explosion appeared, and scorching hot air blew over, causing the fighter jet's controls to vibrate slightly.

"finished?"

The pilot waited for the result. Suddenly, the companion who launched the missile yelled: "Miss the target! Repeat again, the target was not hit!"