The strongest soldier

Early the next morning, on the runway of the international airport, an Airbus slowly accelerated, soon fluttered into the sky, flew to high altitude, and soon entered a stable sailing state. The passengers in the cabin unfastened their seat belts and chatted quietly in a relaxed and free voice. While sitting, or picking up the books in the net pocket of the chair opposite and reading, the flight attendants were doing security checks in the aisles, delivering towels to those in need, and the radio was playing music.

In the middle seat of the economy class cabin, next to the window, Luo Zheng and Shi Qian were chatting quietly about anecdotes about the martial arts world. Shi Qian mainly told them, and Luo Zheng asked. Since he had practiced the skills of using internal martial arts, Luo Zheng had developed a strong interest in the traditional martial arts world. It is amazing that the people in the Veterans Club can achieve terrifying strength by relying on internal martial arts and practicing internal martial arts. The Dark Church relies on biological potions to change genes and improve physical strength and combat effectiveness. This is amazing.

The traditional hidden world is a magical circle, and people who are not in it cannot understand it. Luo Zheng has just stepped in with one foot, and he has already felt the wonder of it even before he has entered the circle. Shi Qian happens to be a member of the world, and the journey is boring. Luo Zheng Zheng simply asked and chatted to pass the time.

Unknowingly, an hour passed. The flight attendant brought water to everyone on a cart. Shi Qian, who was sitting outside, asked for two bottles of mineral water, handed one to Luo Zheng, opened it and took a few sips, and was about to continue telling Luo Zheng about the world. An interesting thing, I suddenly saw a man coming out of the toilet, with a cold face and silence, looking a little out of place. I couldn't help but be startled, I took a cautious look, poked Luo Zheng with my arm, and said in a low voice: "Sixth row in front, aisle The man on the left."

"What?" Luo Zheng was startled, and looked around in surprise, and saw a strong man sitting, motionless, with a very casual posture, but with his arms on the armrests and his feet bent under the chair, as if he was ready at any time. When standing up, normal people should put their feet in front without any sense of precaution. Only trained people will maintain their fighting instinct at all times, even if they know it is safe.

Of course, these can be understood as coincidences. Luo Zheng waited for a while and saw that the other person kept the same posture and chatted casually with the child next to him, but how could a normal person sit still without moving? A layman looks at the excitement, an expert looks at the door. Although the other person looks very easy-going, Luo Zheng knows that this person is not simple, so he can't help but give Shi Qian a look. Shi Qian nodded knowingly, got up and walked forward.

Soon, Shi Qian passed by the other party, deliberately stopped, and then continued to go to the bathroom. Luo Zheng sat behind and watched the scene. When he saw the other party turning his head to look at Luo Zheng, he was a little wary. This is not normal. Who? Would you pay attention to a passing passenger if you have nothing to do?

Luo Zheng continued to observe. Not long after, Shi Qian came out of the toilet. When he passed by the target, his eyes fell on the child next to the target. A boy of seven or eight years old asked with a smile: "Hello, kid, where are you going?" Huh? Shouldn’t we be in class now?”

"I won't tell you." The little boy smiled mischievously.

Shi Qian pretended to be embarrassed and smiled: "Well, you are so smart. My uncle was defeated by you and left."

"Bye, I won't send it off." The little boy smiled.

Shi Qian walked away with a smile. He didn't mind the little boy's refusal to talk. He returned to his seat and sat down. He lowered his voice and said to Luo Zheng, "I just noticed that the other person's index finger was covered with calluses and his palm looked very strong. The knuckles on the back of his hands are covered with calluses, and he is obviously an expert with guns and boxing.”

"It's interesting. How could such a person be on the plane? Is he an agent sent by a certain department to perform a mission?" Luo Zheng said in a low voice, motioning for Shi Qian to give way. He also stood up and walked forward. When he passed by the other party He glanced at it calmly, then moved on, stopping in the aisle near the toilet.

Luo Zheng pretended to go to the toilet and came out. He stretched his body in the open space at the door, pretending to be tired. His eyes secretly paid attention to the target. He found that the other party was also observing the surroundings intentionally or unintentionally. He was very vigilant. Luo Zheng slowly moved towards the first class cabin. Go.

Soon, Luo Zheng arrived in the first class cabin. A flight attendant came over and asked politely: "Sir, the toilet is in the back. Do you have anything else?"

Luo Zheng looked around and saw that no one was paying attention to him, so he lowered his voice and said, "I am a staff member of the security department. I have something urgent to see your person in charge."

"You?" The flight attendant looked at Luo Zheng in surprise. Of course, he would not be fooled by Luo Zheng's words.

Luo Zheng was worried that talking too much would expose him, so he took out his ID and handed it over, saying in a low voice: "Go quickly, I'll wait here."

"Okay, wait a minute." Seeing Luo Zheng's seriousness, the flight attendant immediately became nervous and quickly turned around to leave. Luo Zheng stopped and waited in the open space between the first class and economy classes, pretending to be tired and moving around for a while. , the steward hurried over. She was a woman in her thirties, looking dignified and generous.

"Sir, this is your thing." The steward returned the certificate to Luo Zheng with an eager look on his face. After Luo Zheng took the certificate, he continued in a low voice: "Please follow me."

Luo Zheng followed the flight attendant through the first class cabin and came to the work cabin in front. Luo Zheng saw a pilot wearing work clothes approaching and nodded knowingly. The other person asked in a solemn voice: "I am the captain. , what do you need my help with?"

"I need a phone that can communicate with the outside world." Luo Zheng said quickly.

"This is simple." The captain immediately picked up a satellite phone next to him and handed it to Luo Zheng.

Luo Zheng took the call and quickly dialed Blue Star's number. After being connected, he reported the target's seat number, and then warned: "Trace this person's true identity immediately. I'll be waiting online."

"Understood." Lan Xing was shocked and quickly agreed.

"What happened?" The captain looked at Luo Zheng in surprise and asked.

"I'm not sure now. Let's wait and see. Don't be nervous." Luo Zheng comforted him without telling the truth. He waited with the phone in his hand. When the captain, flight attendant and flight attendants looked at it, their expressions turned ugly. , no one wants a dangerous incident to occur on the plane they are responsible for.

After waiting for a few minutes, Lan Xing's words rang out on the phone: "After checking, the other party is a fitness instructor, of Chinese origin. He has been working as a coach in our country for three years. His home is in Britain. This flight should be considered as going home. , his passport shows no record of returning home for three years, is there any problem?"

"Do the identities of the avatars match?" Luo Zheng asked.

"It matches, there will be no problem. I have successfully hacked into your flight and determined the identity of the other party through surveillance. There is no possibility of identity change due to changing seats." Blue Star quickly explained.

"You haven't been home for three years?" Luo Zheng was surprised. Ordinarily, he hadn't been back for three years. Going home this time was normal and understandable, but Luo Zheng vaguely felt that something was wrong. How could a coach have a pair of calluses that looked like he was playing? How could such a person be a simple coach if he was used to guns and fighting?