There was a mess in the plane, and the suppressed cries and cries were heard. People's hair was tight.

"I'm the captain of this flight. Please don't hurt the passengers!" the captain's slightly trembling voice suddenly sounded in the horn. "If you have any requirements, mention them as soon as possible! I will meet you!"

"I want 50 billion M dollars!" the scar man standing in front of the first class shouted in English, "this plane will fly to the imperial capital of China in seven and a half hours!"

"From now on, I'll kill five people every half an hour! Until you transfer the money to the bank!"

Then, the terrorist who kidnapped the white haired old man in economy class put his mouth on the old man's temple.

The old man's son was crying.

"My father has a bad heart. Please let me be a hostage for him!" he knelt on the ground and kept kowtowing, "please! My father is in his seventies and can't stand the toss!"

The man's sad cry did not arouse the sympathy of the terrorists.

For them, an old man with no strength to bind a chicken is easier to control than a strong adult male.

Ruan Qi hid at the first-class door and looked at the purple lips of the kidnapped old man. The coldness in the bottom of his eyes was getting heavier and heavier.

She poked her head out quietly and quietly observed the situation in the cabin.

A total of eight gangsters.

Four are in economy class, two are in first class, and the other two control the stewardess and flight attendants.

All eight people have weapons. If they are right, they should be carrying tear gas around their waist.

Ruan Qi cleared the silver needle and overpowering powder in his hand and frowned slowly.

The situation is a little tricky.

Just then, the captain's voice came out of the horn again.

"Ladies and gentlemen, I have sent a message to the ground and am waiting for a reply. Please don't be impulsive and don't hurt passengers!"

"Hurry up!" the scar man shouted, "I want a clear answer in five minutes!"

With that, he grabbed a female passenger huddled in a chair, "or I'll kill her!"

……

#Flight xy2333 was hijacked #!

At 23 a.m. Chinese time, this topic quickly rushed to the top of the list of major forums!

Xi family manor.

The rapid ringing of the mobile phone cut through the quiet night.

The sleeping man opened his eyes quickly, and there was no half sleepiness in his cold eyes.

He got up and picked up his cell phone. When he saw that the word "wooden assistant" appeared, his heart jumped.

When the phone was connected, assistant Mu's voice of anxiety and panic came over.

"Boss, madam's flight was hijacked by terrorists!!!"

……

Q base, multimedia conference room.

The gate was slammed open, and Shen Wenqian rushed in with a white face.

"Xiao Qi's flight..." his voice trembled. "Was it really hijacked?!"

Sitting at the conference table, Bai Yuchen nodded with a calm face.

Shen Wenqian was so dark that he almost fell down.

He quickly held the table and asked with a cry, "what should we do now? I heard that those gangsters have weapons!"

Sitting on one side, Gu Feiyang couldn't help but "shit".

"Mr. Shen," Xi Jiu, who had never spoken, suddenly said, "how many people know Xiao Qi is on this plane now?"

Shen Wenqian forced himself to calm down.

He thought carefully and said in a trembling voice, "only me and manager Tang of the public relations department. Others only know that Xiao Qi will return home tonight, but they don't know which flight it is."

"OK." Xi Jiu nodded, "excuse me, Mr. Shen, call manager Tang. Xiao Qi is on flight xy2333. Don't tell anyone except you, especially the media."

With that, he stood up, his cold face full of endless killing intention.

"Bai Yuchen, contact the top immediately. Tell them I want the command of the hijacking."