No gunshot was heard, it seems a silencer was installed.
Chen Muyang watched with his own eyes as the peanut-sized bullet hit his heart.
But at the moment when the bullet hit the clothes and was about to penetrate the flesh, ripples suddenly appeared, making it impossible for the bullet to move forward even a little bit.
Until the power of the bullet was almost exhausted, Chen Muyang held the bullet in his hand, pretended to cover his chest and look around for a while, then staggered onto the plane.
There were many people at the airport and Chen Muyang quickly disappeared in the crowd.
But the security inspector looked a little strange. She was no longer at her post, but was looking at the place where Chen Muyang had just stood, a little puzzled.
"Why is there no blood?"
She walked all the way to the boarding gate and didn't see any blood. She pressed the thing in her ear and said:
"Sir, there is no blood at the scene."
"It doesn't matter. He was hit in the heart. I don't believe he can still survive. Go back to the team. It's time to go to Mr. President to collect the reward." A voice came from the other side.
"OK, sir." In fact, she suspected that Chen Muyang was fine.
But at this moment the plane door has been closed and is preparing to take off.
"Nothing happened, right? Muyang." General Fan asked when he saw Chen Muyang get on the plane.
"They wanted to kill me, so I put on a show. They probably thought I was dead by now." Chen Muyang smiled and looked at the bullet carefully in his hand.
"They actually dared to fire a gun? You are not hurt, right? Aren't you afraid that China will cause trouble for him?" General Fan was shocked when he saw the bullet.
"I'm fine. If they dare to do it, they must have already thought of a way to deal with China. Besides, once I die, there will be no evidence. What are they afraid of?" Chen Muyang sneered.
"They won't do it on the plane, right?" General Fan suddenly looked around nervously, trying to see if anyone was arranged by the Americans.
"With so many people on the plane, if they dared to attack, the plane would definitely crash. They dared to target me alone. There are people from all over the world on this plane. Even if the Americans are very bold, they would not dare to take such a risk. Don't worry."
When the plane is flying smoothly.
"No, I'm worried. I'll go check them one by one." General Fan suddenly stood up from his seat. Except for those he knew, everyone looked like a bad person to him.
"Old Fan, don't be so nervous. They must think I've been killed. It's safe on the plane." Chen Muyang was speechless.
At this time, in China's territorial waters, on an aircraft carrier, two newly developed J-60 bombers made of virtual silver steel, dense gold steel, red cloud steel and other materials took off.
It flew all the way to the edge of American airspace and hovered there, waiting for the plane that Chen Muyang and the others were on.
The plane took off at around noon Los Angeles time.
The domestic time is around three in the morning of the next day.
That means the flight will take more than twelve hours, and the plane will land around three o'clock in the afternoon Beijing time.
"The news said Brother Yang and the others are already on the plane back home."
"It takes more than twelve hours to fly back from Los Angeles to China, arriving at the Beijing airport around 3 pm."
"Then let's go pick them up at the airport."
"When a hero returns, there has to be some pomp and ceremony, right?"
"I'm going too, I'm going too. I'm in the capital."
Netizens looked at the news push about Chen Muyang and his team’s return to China and started discussing it.
On the plane.
"Old Fan, just sit down. I'm sure we won't fight on the plane."
"Well, we will soon fly out of the American airspace." General Fan nodded and sat down in his seat.
The plane arrived in Canadian airspace from Los Angeles, and the J-60 had already passed through and was waiting.
"Mu Yang, did you see that? That should be the J-60 fighter jet that came to escort us."
Suddenly, General Fan patted Chen Muyang and pointed at the J-60 outside the plane window, which looked like futuristic technology with a bright red flag affixed to its fuselage.
"I saw it. It's cool, handsome and exciting." Chen Muyang nodded. The above actions made him feel very warm.
The others also noticed the J-60s on both sides of the plane. After taking pictures for a while, they quieted down.
......
"Report to the chief, we have received the plane that Comrade Chen Muyang is on and is now returning. Over." The comrade who was driving the bomber shouted into the radio channel.
"Make sure the plane is safe, over!"
"Roger that, over!"
The plane flew over Alaska, crossed the Arctic Circle, and then flew over the Bering Strait and the International Date Line.
Flying over the Sea of Okhotsk.
By this time, almost six hours had passed.
Washington, D.C., local time, around 6 p.m.
Bai Deng had just finished a meeting with a group of congressmen, ministers and others, and returned to his office to pack up and prepare to leave work.
He suddenly heard the countdown sound of 3, 2, 1. He wanted to find the source of the sound, so he squatted down and saw two things under the desk.
Immediately afterwards, there were a few loud bangs, and he died without knowing anything, leaving no trace of his body.
At the same time, a bomb exploded in another place.
The White House was razed to the ground in an instant, with huge clouds of dust and flames rising up, and no one inside survived!
The small magnetic bomb paralyzed almost all electronic devices within a three-kilometer radius of the White House!
All the important politicians of the United States have died!
When the rescue arrived, the White House had become a ruin, and only some broken limbs were found.
For a time, the Americans fell into a huge panic!
The sound of firecrackers in Washington, D.C., shook the world!
However, Chen Muyang had already fallen asleep on the plane.
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