He Has a Dragon

When Wang Le arrived at the airport in a special car, someone knocked on the car window before he even got off the car. 【First release】

The driver, who was sitting in the driver's seat, pressed down the window glass on Wang Le's side of the back seat of the car. He saw someone outside throwing a brown paper bag into the car, then he quickly left with his head down and disappeared into the crowd.

"Jia Shaoxiang, general manager of Huayang International Trading Co., Ltd., from Beijing"

Opening the brown paper bag, Wang Le took out his passport, which was his new identity.

At the same time, there was a thin human skin mask in the brown paper bag. Of course, it was not real human skin.

Wang Le skillfully asked for a bottle of mineral water from the driver, washed his face in the car, and then attached this paper-thin human skin mask made of special glue to his face.

From the rearview mirror, Wang Le could see that he had transformed into the young man in the photo in the passport. His skin looked a little rough and yellow; the shape of his eyes was originally a bit narrow and long, because of the adhesion of the human skin mask. Become round.

"Not bad, it's quite breathable and very handsome!" Wang Le patted his brand new face and thought with satisfaction.

Just like that, after sorting things out and saying hello to the driver, Wang Le got out of the car with his passport and ticket and walked towards the waiting room.

An hour later, Wang Le got on a flight from Beijing to Milan on the Apennine Peninsula. The flight took about 11 hours.

Wang Le, who was sitting in the business class, couldn't help muttering depressedly in his heart when the plane vibrated and took off, "Damn it! If possible, I would rather ride a heavy motorcycle again and spend a few days and nights." Crossing the Eurasian continental plate to reach the Apennines, I don’t want to take a plane!”

Thinking of the eleven hours of suffering that he would have to endure next, Wang Le felt more and more resentful. At the same time, he also decided that when he returned to China, he would either ride a heavy plane back by himself, or take a luxury cruise ship in Great Britain. Hong Kong Island, and then transfer back to China.

"If I don't have a good life, you won't be able to live comfortably either!"

Wang Le, who was sitting in his seat with his eyes closed, thought to himself with a sneer.

At this time, Wang Le was already thinking about how to torture the mafia and the American gangsters before killing them after arriving in Apennines and finding Sun Jiang.

"If I had known that I was going to Apennines a few days earlier, I could have followed my grandpa on the road. In that case, I could have carefully consulted on martial arts training."

When Wang Le thought about Grandpa Jiyang not long ago,

He also led the so-called law enforcement team to Europa, and couldn't help but think regretfully in his heart.

Just like that, thoughts were flying in Wang Le's mind, and unconsciously, he fell into a deep sleep amidst the faint roar.

"ah!!!"

"Help!!!"

"Do not kill me!!!"

Just when Wang Le was sleeping in his dream, his ears suddenly moved slightly, and he heard screams and howls coming from the economy cabin at the back. He suddenly woke up as if a basin of cold water was poured on his head!

"Holy shit! Hijacking!!!" Wang Le woke up and immediately realized something was wrong.

"For God's sake, you wouldn't fucking play with me like this!"

Although Wang Le wore a human skin mask and changed his face, which seemed a bit rigid, his eyes were full of helplessness and anger, and in his heart he was greeting God's eighteen generations of ancestors.

You know, this is not on the ground, but at an altitude of 10,000 meters. If the robbers bring bombs or something onto the plane, even if Wang Le has great abilities, he still has to meet the King of Hell!

Other passengers sitting in business class also became uneasy because they heard the commotion and screaming in the economy class behind.

"Oh God, have you abandoned the faithful?"

"Dead, dead this time."

"Husband, I shouldn't be willful and have to go to Milan to buy a leather bag, woo woo woo"

Soon, passengers in the business class class regardless of race or region also started crying and fighting, making it a mess.

Sudden!

Sitting in the seat in front of Wang Le, a thirty-year-old man wearing a black suit and gold-rimmed glasses stood up suddenly, took out his belt and shouted to everyone: "Everyone, sit down!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the man held his trouser belt with his hand and pulled out a bright soft sword with a cold light. At the same time, he drew it on the arm of a crying woman without stopping.

"ah!"

Blood spurted out, and the woman let out a scream, which scared everyone into silence.

"I'll give it a try. Whatever food the customs does, you can bring it on the plane." Wang Le glanced at the soft sword and was speechless.

In fact, when the man drew his soft sword and slashed at the woman, Wang Le could have stopped him, but he did not move because it is not yet clear how many gangsters are on the plane. If he acts rashly, it will be very troublesome. The machine crashed and everyone died!

At that time, Wang Le can only go to the underworld to find someone, oh, no, go to the ghost to reason.

The man wearing gold-rimmed glasses said with satisfaction: "That's right, everyone sits in their seats obediently."

As soon as he finished speaking, a white man over 1.8 meters tall walked out of the first class cabin in front, holding a pistol in his hand.

"Is everything done?" the white man asked the man wearing gold-rimmed glasses in English.

The man with gold-rimmed glasses nodded and replied: "Everything went well."

Then he asked: "Why did you get out of the first class cabin?"

"Those fat pigs who were so rich were so scared that they didn't dare to resist."

While the two gangsters were talking, Wang Le, who had never moved in his seat, had calmly activated his clairvoyance power and was looking through the entire plane.

"Oh, luckily, there was no bomb!"

In a very short time, Wang Le looked through the entire plane and sighed in his heart as if he had survived the disaster.

According to the results of the perspective, there were eight gangsters in total, two of whom had already broken into the cockpit and controlled the captain and pilot.

There are fewer passengers in first class and business class, so there is only one gangster responsible for each.

The remaining four gangsters are now punching and kicking passengers in economy class.

In the end, except for the Chinese man with gold-rimmed glasses in the business class, the other seven of the eight gangsters were armed with guns.

Wang Le quickly got a clear picture of the situation on the entire plane. After confirming that there were no more armed gangsters hiding among the passengers, he decided to take action. The whole process took less than 10 seconds. five minutes

...