"Mr. Wood, our flight path."

Before he could finish speaking, Wood immediately answered.

"Starting from Reykjavik, Iceland, crossing the Arctic, stopping at Great Peter Bay in Vladivostok for three hours, and then flying directly to hk."

Jiang Xueming raised his head and looked at the other passengers in the terminal——

——More than thirty meters apart, there are only a few dozen people in the hall.

"Sixteen Americans, three Mexicans." Wood tilted his head and glanced at the hall: "Three Japanese, two Bolivians, one Korean, and one Russian. Judging from how often they looked at the waiting board,

To infer, there were thirteen people traveling with us who were very concerned about the departure time of the passenger plane. They were ten men and three women. There was also a little girl who seemed to be only thirteen or fourteen years old. She was staring at the passenger plane taking off from the runway.

In the reflected light, the child's eye can see the fuel pipeline of the passenger plane."

Such a strong sense of observation——Xue Ming followed Mr. Wood’s instructions and recorded all this information in the diary.

Xueming stretched out her hand: "Can I believe you?"

"Don't shake hands with me." Mr. Wood did not respond to the handshake: "My hands are very dangerous. The activation of my soul power is almost inseparable from these fleshy palms. As for whether you can trust me - I think the relationship between you and me is

, everything is reciprocal and fair, there is no trust at all.”

[part·Purgatory Plane]

"There's no trust?"

Xueming's eyes were out of focus, and he could hardly understand the train conductor's implication.

Wood covered his chin and raised his eyebrows with his other hand: "In the eyes of the Crazy Butterfly cultists, I am also a high-value target - if I die, three trains on the Abyss Railway will be suspended and remote small stations will be closed.

They have become isolated towns in a dark world, and it is difficult for the sunlight from the station to reach these places."

Jiang Xueming: "Where there is no sunlight, mold and viruses will appear."

"Yet! yup! ye!" Wood applauded Xueming's ability to associate: "The story background of most horror movies exists in a relatively isolated village or town. These places are dark and it is difficult for the police and the army to project force into these places.

In isolated small villages, without the help of heavy firepower, people can only succumb to the unilateral violence of cultists or ghosts, causing the sky to respond and the earth to fail - either die or join."

Jiang Xueming closed the diary: "I understand, Mr. Wood, you and I do not have any trust."

"So put away your naive ideas, Jiang Xueming." Wood Placker said: "I don't have the mind-reading ability of David Victor - I don't know you at all. But you want to talk to me about trust?

It’s an expensive luxury product, and I should be the one who should show an expression of disbelief.”

Jiang Xueming stood up and prepared to board the plane: "So we don't have to complicate simple things."

Wood then stood up and said to the plastic brother: "I will give priority to ensuring the safety of Hongshan Rock, and then your life."

Jiang Xueming picked up his luggage and came to the security checkpoint.

"Mr. Wood, if we don't encounter any trouble on this trip and get back to Hong Kong calmly, can I make friends with you?"

Wood: "Why?"

Jiang Xueming: "Because I think you are very mature, quick and logical, and I want to learn some skills from you."

Wood threw his luggage into the security machine: "No, I'm not asking that. What I'm asking is, why does it have to be calm and no trouble before you are willing to be friends with me?"

Jiang Xueming was suddenly silenced by the conductor's words.

For a while, he really couldn't figure out whether Wood was joking or just pretending to be stupid.

The two men's luggage invariably sounded the alarm at the security checkpoint. Until the flight attendant came to check, Jiang Xueming and Wood reluctantly handed over their guns.

Jiang Xueming: "Then let me ask another way. Nice to meet you. Mr. Wood, can I make friends with you?"

Wood packed his bags: "No."

Jiang Xueming: "Why? Because I look dangerous? Many people say I am as cold as ice."

Wood: "My wife is very concerned about this matter and wants me to stop messing around with women outside."

Jiang Xueming: "But I am a man!"

Wood: "Just because you're a man."

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Xueming was silenced again, this time the silence lasted a little longer, and he did not speak until boarding the plane.

The two of them sat back in the economy class seats, finally freed from the depressing and manic atmosphere.

Everything looks very normal. There are not many passengers on the passenger plane departing from Iceland. In recent years, the epidemic has almost brought down airlines around the world.

It was close to twelve o'clock in the morning, and the plane had already started taxiing on the runway.

The pilot lights passing by outside the window and the gentle and sweet announcements made by the flight attendant made people drowsy.

At this moment, Xueming couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. She thought to herself that perhaps Captain Wood's worries were unnecessary.

Wood also started chatting, talking about things other than work.

"Jiang Xueming, do you like watching movies?"

"Not very interested."

"Where's the TV show?"

“I basically don’t watch it.”

"My wife is a movie fan and a fan of TV series. We work on the train and rely on these things to pass the time."

"Um."

"Do you watch Tom and Jerry?"

"Seen."

"I like this animation very much."

"Is it because it's fun?"

"Because its characters have distinct identities and can be understood by almost all ages. Which character is your favorite?"

"Jerry's older cousin."

"It has a name, it's called Masol."

"I don't remember. I just know that this rat has amazing fighting power and can beat up a group of big cats. Is that important?"

"Yes, names are very important. I hope you will give up your own name immediately." Wood tilted his head and leaned next to Jiang Xueming: "I call you gunsmith, and you call me bomber. That's fine."

"It sounds like a cartoon character." Jiang Xueming wondered: "Does it have any profound meaning?"

Wood kept his mouth shut and nodded in amusement: "I'm going to call you, so that everyone on the plane won't know that you are [Jiang Xueming]. A stranger is chasing you and wants to ask where you are, for example, shouting at the top of your voice

Shouting - where did Jiang Xueming go? Our flight attendants and fellow passengers will not immediately report your location to others."

The moment the plane leaves the ground——

——Xue Ming’s eyes changed dramatically.

He felt that the fuselage was shaking unnaturally, accompanied by a strange spiritual pressure that had the stench of spoiled water.

At this moment he finally woke up, Wood Plaque was not joking, this train conductor was not joking, and he was not looking for fun during the harvest season.

There are indeed people from the Crazy Butterfly Sect on this plane.

And judging from the abnormal fluctuations in spiritual pressure, the soul power had already begun to take effect the moment the plane left the ground!

Who is the target of the attack? What is the method of attack? What effects will it have?

Xueming doesn’t know all this——

——The snoring coming from everywhere makes people involuntarily drowsy.

Xueming immediately stood up and went to find the source of the strange spiritual pressure, but was caught back to his position by Wood.

"Don't run around, gunsmith."

"I have to go take a look." Xueming said straightforwardly: "Mr. Wu Bomberman, I just felt it."

"Is Butch causing trouble?" Wood asked.

Xueming: "What is Butch?"

Wood: "In Tom and Jerry, there is a trio of bad cats. Their leader is Butch, the big black cat who bullies Tom all day long."

Xueming: "I'm not sure. But something must have happened."

Wood: "Then what?"

Xueming suddenly woke up.

This is not about dealing with chaotic beasts or giant giants! The opponent is a living person!

The examples cited by Captain Wood are very vivid. What if there is more than one enemy? Are they the Bad Cat Iron Triangle who is prepared?

This deliberately exposed pressure of inspiration is like a fishing hook, trying to pull Xueming, this curious fish, out of the water.

"When the plane is climbing, if you unfasten your seat belt and stand up immediately, the enemies on the plane will immediately know who you are without the flight attendant announcing your name, Gunsmith." Wood Placker tapped the seat lightly.

The handle: "Be prepared. When the plane gets out of the clouds, I will go with you to find out the truth."

Jiang Xueming looked at the aluminum alloy armrest of the seat and immediately understood what Mr. Wood meant.
To be continued...