Chapter 99

A quarter of the chance is not small, but this decision involves 100 lives, and no one dares to gamble.

Everyone was silent. A minute later, the psychologist said, "I've had bad luck since I was a child. I have to lose every bet, so I can't make this decision."

As soon as he said this, everyone was thinking about their past luck. In fact, the people who can board the plane are elites from all walks of life. Naturally, their luck will not be too bad, but they may have used almost their luck, so they boarded the death flight.

If you can live well, no one wants to die.

Now they are at an altitude of tens of thousands of feet. There are bombs in the plane and the escape door can't be opened. Some of them may be the captain's accomplices. This is a hell escape mode.

More than half of the people withdrew, and the remaining few did not speak, and their faces were full of hesitation.

The middle-aged man looked back at the crowd and finally turned his eyes to Cen Baihe: "the cen family has been good for generations and has always been blessed by God. Even Mr. Cen found the bomb. Let's make this decision."

CEN Baihe didn't speak.

The middle-aged man looked at the others: "what do you think?"

At this time, it is not who has more wealth and background, but who has better luck and more virtue. Everyone knows the good deeds the cen family has done over the years. In addition, cen Baihe has always had good luck. He earns whatever he does. Even his sick body is much better this year. It is said that his illness disappeared with the help of a master.

In the face of great difficulties, many people subconsciously avoid choice and responsibility, so no one opposes the decision of middle-aged men.

"Mr. Cen," the middle-aged man handed the scissors to Cen Baihe. Cen Baihe looked at the tool in his hand. Is this the scissors for sewing clothes?

"There is no suitable tool on the plane. This pair of scissors is very sharp. Make do," the middle-aged man wiped the sweat on his forehead and grinned. The psychological quality of people who can laugh at this moment is also very good.

CEN Baihe pinched the scissors and watched the time go by minute. He couldn't get off these lines.

This kind of plot is often played in TV dramas. Choose one of several lines, but the colors of those lines are different. At least they can be selected according to their preferences. All the lines here are shit yellow, with nothing special.

He took a deep breath and the scissors reached one of the lines.

"Mr. Cen! Wait a minute," said a slightly fat man with a pale face and panic in his eyes. "There's still a little time left. Why don't you think about it again and take your time. Come on, take a deep breath."

CEN Baihe looked down at the things in front of him and remembered what Qian Qian had said.

Qian Qian said that he was born a very expensive person. The purple Qi on his body can not only protect himself, but also protect others. He clenched the scissors in his hand. When he was about to make up his mind, suddenly there seemed to be a dragon singing in his ear.

Two, he heard two more dragon chants.

CEN Baihe slowly breathed out and pressed the scissors before they could react.

Click.

In a short time of less than a second, the people on the plane finally realized what it means to spend seconds like years. Many people even couldn't help closing their eyes.

But one second passed, two seconds passed, or even five seconds passed, and the explosion did not sound.

"This... This is a success?" someone asked.

"Succeeded?"

"Succeeded!"

This group of big people who could barely maintain their demeanor could not care about any image at this time. Some people laughed, some cried with joy, and others rushed up and hugged Cen Baihe. No one cares whether Cen Baihe is cold and difficult to get along with. In their eyes, cen Baihe is the Savior with golden light!

CEN Baihe felt that someone hugged his waist, someone held his hand, and someone was calling his name. The whole cabin was full of crying, laughter and applause. These were the joy of the rest of life.

Only the captain, who was tied to the chair, shouted that it was impossible. In fact, his bomb also had a trap, that is, cutting a thread could not stop the bomb explosion at all, but would only accelerate the passage of time. At that time, these proud children can only wait for death. Just thinking about this scene can make him happy.

But why did it stop the explosion?

It's impossible!

"Mr. Cen, you cut two?!" the middle-aged man wanted to put the bomb away carefully. After the plane landed, he handed it over to the police waiting at the airport. What he didn't expect was that Cen Baihe cut not one thread, but two.

"Oh, whether it's one or two, it's a good thing if the Bomb doesn't explode!" an old lady glared at him, "there's nothing to make a fuss about." after that, she rubbed against Cen Baihe and shook his hand like a crazy fan.

"Good luck, good luck, I don't wash my hands when I go home today!"

"Yes, yes, let's all rub it!" the people in ecstasy actually don't have much reason to speak of. At the moment, cen Baihe is not the fifth master of Cen family, but a mobile good luck blessing, which can live a long life and be inviolable by touching it.

CEN Baihe has never experienced such a scene. If he had been surrounded by people in the past, he would have sunk his face and turned away. However, at this moment, looking at these old or young faces, he didn't feel bored, but showed a smile on his face.

Touch it if you want. There won't be a piece of meat missing anyway.

The news of aircraft safety soon spread to the headquarters. The serious atmosphere in the headquarters was immediately relaxed, and several younger staff even clapped with joy.

"Thank God!"

"Keep in touch with the people on the plane at all times without interruption."

"Arrange the police and bomb disposal experts at the airport to stand by. They can't slack off until the passengers leave the plane safely."

The cen family received the news very early. They heard the news just when the plane had an accident, so the whole family sat at home waiting for the follow-up news.

"Dad, do you want to tell him where Xiaoyan is?" brother Cen was stuffy and blocked, but when he thought of the thought of the fifth brother to Qi Yan, he felt that Qi Yan should know about it. At least one more person could pray that the fifth brother could return safely.

"No," Cen Qiusheng shook his head. "If the two children are destined to be separated, why should they make people sad again."

The second sister Cen's lips shook, and she didn't say anything after all. It's no use saying anything else until my brother comes back safely.

As time went by, the cen family's face became more and more ugly, and their eyes fell on the phone on the tea table. Now they are both afraid of the phone ringing and looking forward to it.

"Jingling! Jingling!"

CEN Qiusheng's hand was shaking with his crutch. He looked at the ringing phone and said in a hoarse voice, "boss, come and answer."

Brother Cen trembled and picked up the phone: "Hello, this is Cen's house."

"What?!" brother Cen raised the volume, "really?!"

"OK, thank you!" brother Cen hung up the phone and looked at his family with ecstasy. "Bai He is all right. The plane is safe!"

"Are you sure?!" Cen Qiusheng looked at his eldest son and asked, "it's really all right?"

"Yes, the plane has landed at the coastal airport. No one died, only the robber and a passenger were injured." brother Cen put his hands together, "God bless, God bless!"

CEN Qiusheng finally had a smile on his face. Even the wrinkles in the corners of his eyes and forehead were filled with joy. "I'll arrange a special plane to pick him up immediately. I'll solve the problem of the route!"

"OK, Dad." brother Cen stood up from the sofa and said with a smile, "I'll get ready right away."

It was not until the plane landed at the airport and all personnel were safely evacuated that the flight of the Huaxia overseas delegation was hijacked that the news leaked out.

At first, no one believed the news on the Internet, and even angry netizens scolded the rumor mongers for their bad intentions and joked about the matter of human life. Even if netizens just eat melons, they also understand how important those people in the Huaxia overseas delegation are.

Some netizens even found a list of famous experts and professors, successful businessmen and elites from all walks of life. If something happens to these people, it will be a great loss to China's economy and culture.

There are more and more rumors on the Internet. Netizens began to ask the truth under the microblog of some official media. However, it makes people feel strange. The online gossip spread so much, but no formal media reported the matter, and no one came forward to refute the rumor.

Until after 12:00 noon, a blogger certified as the official microblog of imperial public security issued an announcement. The general content of the announcement was a man's personal information and he was arrested by the public security organ for hijacking, illegally holding firearms, threatening to hurt others and damaging national public property. Now the case is under further trial.

As soon as this announcement was made, it was true that the hijacking was true, but the majority of netizens were relieved that the robbers could be caught, indicating that the plane had landed safely and the casualties should not be too large. Many people brush thank God and blessings under the microblog, which is obviously happy for the passengers on the flight.

Many people usually curse on the Internet or complain about social injustice, but at this time, most netizens are kind-hearted. They don't care who is on the plane and what their identity is, as long as they can be safe.

This is the kind instinct hidden in the human body.

When Cen Baihe returned to the imperial capital by special plane, it was about 2 p.m. and several people on the flight accompanied him.

Stepping on the steadfast land of the imperial capital, they suddenly remembered that they really escaped from heaven.

After saying goodbye to each other, cen Baihe was baptized by his family's enthusiasm when he came home, but he didn't see Qi Yan until nightfall.

He called his cell phone and answered by a strange man.

"Mr. Cen?" the person at the other end of the phone may know him and said, "it's great that you can come back safely. Master Qi is injured and unconscious and is being treated in the hospital."

hospital?

CEN Baihe inexplicably thought of the Dragon chants.

"Please tell me the address of the hospital and I'll come right away."

"Bai He, where are you going?" second sister Cen stopped him when she saw that her brother had just come back and was ready to go. "Dinner is ready. It's all your favorite dishes."

"Second sister, my friend has entered the hospital. I'm going to see him."

"You mean Xiao Yan?" second sister Cen stared at Cen Baihe, trying to see something from his face.

"Yes." Cen Baihe nodded, turned and went out of the door.

"Bai He, you..."

"Don't call him," Cen Qiusheng stood on the corridor turnstile and looked at the open door. "He's in charge of your brother's business."

"But Dad, do you know Bai He..."

"Erya, you think too much."

"I see." second sister Cen bit her lower lip, frowned and stopped talking.