Chapter 141 I can tell at a glance that you are not really ‘hard’!

The door was not opened, and a numbness surged into my chest.

Dean's pupils shrank.

This familiar feeling!

Under instinct.

He grabbed Catherine, who was 1.8 meters tall, and his figure flashed.

Next moment!

The dark muzzle poked out, without any hesitation, aimed at the opening and shot repeatedly!

Bang bang bang ~

Six shots in a row!

Blood splashed everywhere, and a scream rang out.

The originally calm first class cabin suddenly became a mess.

"FK, Mail, bring the gun up. Woo~", Captain Luther, who knew it later, was knocked unconscious by Mail's punch in the position before he finished speaking.

Clear the magazine.

While changing the magazine, Mail lifted his collar and quickly said to the top pocket button: "There is a problem in the first class, just right."

Just then!

One palm pressed firmly on the cabin door that was about to be closed!

Maire's expression changed, his right hand turned nimblely, raised the gun again, and was about to kill the person blocking the door.

A huge force came.

While Mail's figure was unstable, a sandbag-like fist hit his forehead, tilting him backwards, hitting him heavily in the passenger seat, losing consciousness.

"Myer?"

Above the buttons, there was a low sound.

This has been exposed!

Dean remembered the voice, picked up the plastic revolver that the other party fell, took out more than a dozen matching bullets from the other party's mouth and put them in his pocket, and said to Catherine and others: "Leave two people to tie him up, and let the captain recover.

Sober, Katherine, you can explain the situation through the radio, let everyone raise their hands to avoid misunderstandings, and the rest follow me to other cabins now!"

After saying that.

He hung the police badge on his chest, held a gun in his hands, and strode towards business class and economy class!

Plans cannot keep up with changes!

This is a terrorist organization with strict plans!

That lady was just the secret boy who was left in the first class cabin by the other party. Once someone knocked on the door and the lady did not provide a safety notice, the people inside would issue an order without hesitation and initiate it in advance!

It's hard to defend!

When Maier was inside the door, he had already issued an order to launch a plan.

now

I can only break through violently!

Through bloody means, we forcibly suppress everyone on this plane without giving the other party any chance.

Dean is the only thing now that he is glad that the plane is currently in autonomous driving. Even if the captain is in a coma, nothing will happen in the short term.

I’m afraid that these robbers have installed remote-controlled bombs on the plane!

Now I can only try it!

"Inspector, what are we going to do next?"

Several people hurriedly followed Dean and came to the business class to ask them what to do.

They were lucky just now.

Maier's bullets hit his companion, the corpse of the noble lady, so no one was injured.

Dean didn't look back, his gun was lit up with both hands, and he shouted: "FBI, some terrorists have scrambled into the plane. Everyone raised their hands, don't cause misunderstandings!"

Some people are confused, some are sleeping soundly, some are shaking their heads when they listen to the song, and some are confused.

One man and one woman, two flight attendants, also looked at Dean and the group of people, especially the "toy revolver" in his hand, wondering if he was taking drugs.

Dingdong ~

But the familiar radio sounded on the side wall of the cabin: "Urgent broadcast! Emergency broadcast! Ladies and gentlemen, now terrorists have been found on the plane. Please sit in your seat, raise your hands, and wait for Inspector Dean's arrangement,

Don't cause misunderstandings, this is not an exercise, repetition, this is not an exercise!"

Several reports in succession.

The originally confused cabin finally realized it, but it was also in chaos.

Some people raised their hands tremblingly, while others hugged their heads and wanted to hide.

Two flight attendants, one man and one woman, heard Catherine's voice and stood next to Dean and others nervously, not knowing what to do next.

Dean's eyes looked like a knife, and he glanced around without any hesitation. He raised his hand and shot three times, accurately shot the head!

The two men and one woman scattered on both sides did not say a word. As soon as she stood up, her eyes were shot accurately and she fell down with her head tilted.

The gunshots finally suppressed the chaotic crowd.

Dean spoke again: "Everyone stays in his original position, raises his hands, and does not make any extra moves!"

Three headshots work better than anything else.

On the plane, no matter men, women, young and old, they sat in their original position, raised their hands honestly and did not dare to move.

Then Dean signaled to the people behind him: "Go and search for the bodies of the three dead people to see if there are any weapons. I need you to help me guard the business class!"

Small airlines have the benefits of small airlines.

This plane is not big. Although it has first class, business class, and economy class, there are only more than 80 passengers in total, and the passengers are also distributed on both sides of the left and right, with an aisle in the middle, which is easy to control!

Charles and the two men who had bravely acted before, listened to Dean's words the most. They searched the bodies of the two men and one woman, and actually found the guns from them.

Charles saw what was in his hand clearly, but his face changed drastically. He quickly stuffed it into his clothes, then hurried to Dean and handed a small notebook over: "Inspector Dean, something is wrong!"

Dean looked down.

grass!

Response is fast!

Among the two men and one woman, one man is actually an air policeman

Dean's eyes flashed with ruthlessness: "He died of the robber, Charles!"

Charles shook his hand and nodded hesitantly: "I won't say it, but many people have seen this!"

He is not a kind person either. He is willing to help Dean, who saves his daughter's life, keep it secret, but there are so many people here, how can he keep it secret?

"Don't worry, he will only die at the hands of the robbers!"

Dean glanced at the two flight attendants next to him, frightened them so much that they covered their mouths tightly, and then stretched out his hand to Charles: "Give me the gun!"

Charles met Dean's warm eyes, his heart trembled, and he quickly stuffed the Lorock 17 hidden under his clothes, two magazines, and the ID into Dean's hands.

Dean's eyes showed satisfaction.

The plastic revolver is limited by the material, and it may not be able to kill with one blow for some strong people. Lorok 17 is much more powerful!

He handed a plastic revolver in his hand to Charles and reminded him: "This group of people may have hidden remote-controlled bombs on the plane. If you want to take your daughter safely, please help me see here. As long as someone puts his hands down,

If there is any abnormal movement, shoot!"

Katherine's broadcast is equivalent to self-exposing.

The next economic class situation will definitely be very troublesome, and Dean has no time to waste it on it.

Charles is not an ordinary person either, and it is even more rare for people who can't play guns here.

He skillfully checked the revolver on his hand and focused his head: "For my daughter, don't worry, I won't be ruthless!"

Dean nodded, with Loroc 17 in one hand and reloaded plastic revolver in the other hand, touching the economy class alone.

According to Catherine, the economy class is almost full because the unit price is cheap, and there are about 50 passengers there.

This also means that the number of terrorists hidden in it is probably the largest, and I am afraid that they are ready to give Dean a chance to take the lead, just like first class and business class!

Dean was slow.

His sixth sense of warning is that it is sometimes not effective and cannot be used as a basis. It can only rely on his own reaction speed, so he must concentrate on it.

Close to business and economy wickets.

The sound of depression, the sound of begging for mercy, and the sound of scolding came.
To be continued...