Chapter 1252 (1/2)

There are flames and smoke everywhere in the cabin, just like walking into a coal burning stove in a coking plant. The flame licks the edges and corners of the armor like a living elf. However, it has been able to protect the host well by strangling the body immune flame.

Not only in the number of Baidu flame is not very hot, but also feel very warm, very comfortable, a little sleepy.

After all, the crowbar didn't work. When the plane crashed, it was already disconnected. The fracture was close to the tail of the plane. Su Ming went in from there, inspecting the scene and advancing to the cockpit.

Through the broken porthole, you can see that the fire scene outside is like a long snake. It can be seen that the aircraft was originally planned to make a forced landing, and the fuel was discharged in advance. In order to avoid the expansion and explosion caused by the combustion of aviation fuel in the narrow space of the wing fuel tank, it can be seen that the aircraft has been forced to land.

But I'm afraid the flames spread from the inside to the outside of the cabin, where the level of ash is higher than that of the wings and engines, which is not common.

The God killer turns into a machete. Su Ming uses it to pull the objects on the ground in the narrow passage. He sees a radial hole and is blocked under a row of seats.

”Detonating point? Is it a small bomb that has been brought into the plane? But how did the flame catch up after the engine room was blown through and the pressure was lost? ”

I simulate the scene of the explosion in my mind, but there are always some places that can't be right, because the plane lowered its altitude after losing pressure, and it obviously flew for a distance afterwards, and the flame was ignited during this flight.

”The flight from Panama to New York crashed in Tennessee, and the passengers arrived about 1400 kilometers ahead of schedule.”

Su Ming steps through the small hole, pushes away the burnt corpse in the way, tells a cold joke to the strangulation, and he goes on.

Soon he found a second and a third breach.

If it wasn't for the metal in the breach to turn out, he would have thought it was hit by anti-aircraft artillery, which made him suspect that it was not a bomb, but someone had boarded the plane with some new weapon.

Someone in front of him was running away, and the man behind him chased him. He missed three shots with his new weapon and hit the floor, causing the three holes.

The image in his mind moves, and two black little men chase each other in the virtual cabin. Maybe the person in front of him attacks back, or the weapon is consigned, so he can only smash it back with a coffee pot. In short, Su Ming doesn't find any trace left by the counterattack.

This kind of giant airliner made by Stark industry is bigger than the Airbus A380 of Su Ming's previous life. It is almost 700 seats, and it is divided into three layers. It is estimated that the pursuit war is almost the same as street fighting.

The bottom is economy class, which is the most suitable person for low-key operation.

The flames in the bottom cabin are even more fierce. The passengers who are still fixed in their seats by seat belts are now fully cooked. Su Ming also speeds up some steps. His intuition tells him that the answer should be in the cockpit.

The cockpit is on the top floor, and the flame has not spread. When passing the flight attendant area, Su Ming looks at the complete bodies of the stewardesses and sighs.

”Sure enough, Pan Am's stewardesses are very big.”

This is about age.

No way, poor management, young and beautiful can not afford to use, can only use under 50 years old.

Just casually, the cause of death of these sisters-in-law is obviously not impact or suffocation, they were killed by a mysterious weapon.

The chest was like bursting from the inside, and with their blue uniforms, the red ribs and flesh were like lotus flowers on the water.

Stepping across the sea of flowers, the death knell went to the cockpit. The door of the cabin was opened. Several people in the pilot's white shirt fell outside the door. Sparks from the ceiling sometimes came out and fell on them.

It's very nice to see one light and one light.

Well, the pilot doesn't fly. He's used to it.

Pushing open the door, a man in a suit leaned against the door, with a wrench embedded in his forehead. It looked like he was attacked when he entered the door.

He was attacked by a woman who also died. The impact of the crash killed her. At least half of the body bones, including the cervical spine, were crushed and could not survive.

The man in the suit also had a gun in his hand. It looked like a toy. It was made of red and green plastic. The muzzle of the gun was like a small radar, which had a small bulge on the curved surface.

Kneeling down, he picked up the gun, played in his hand and fired a shot to the side.

The invisible shock wave was sent out, making a hole directly in the bulkhead.

”Sonic weapons... Strangle, eat his head.”

This new weapon makes Su Ming have some interest, let's hang the brain that ate the corpse to see who he is.

The answer, of course, is Hydra.

A low-level cannon fodder agent, a brainwashing maniac who is specially used to carry out such suicide missions, has little intelligence in his head, and even his superiors have never seen his true face.

He received a mission in the Soviet Union, went into Panama, where he dealt with his targets.

He didn't even know the situation of the target. There were only two photos for reference. Even from the perspective of mercenary, it was pathetic.No useful memory was gained from the strangulation. Long live the Hydra in his head, and he had no sense at all.

Maybe it was the noise of the shooting that awakened the driver. He made some meaningless nonsense.

The funeral bell raised his hand to force the deformed engine room back to its original state and walked past.

You can see a man with a fashionable moustache in the driver's seat, who is completely soaked in blood under his neck.

The wound on his left body looks like a dragon, and the wound on his right head looks like a rainbow. When he sees the death bell, his fingers are like flying monkeys, pointing to the suitcase hanging on the top of the dilapidated cabin.

This is probably the only person on the plane who still has breath, but judging from the amount of blood lost, it's only a matter of time before they hang up.