The boarding notice sounded on the radio.

The flight A was on was about to take off.

The accompanying personnel immediately became busy, some clearing the way, some guarding, some holding children. Then, the door of the suite opened, and the executive and his wife walked out one after another.

Jian Jing noticed that when the executive came out, he glanced in Lai Lai's direction, and then walked away as if nothing had happened.

The wife held the hands of the two children.

The little boy was a little tired, and after taking two steps, he opened his arms and asked the nanny to hold him. The wife did not stop him, and Lai Lai searched for Jian Jing's figure in the crowd.

Unfortunately, before Jian Jing saw him, he had already picked up his mobile phone to play games.

Lai Lai retracted her gaze lightly, but her heart sank slightly.

She was very careful. People who can survive to this day always have a premonition of the hammer of life and death. At this moment, she could already feel the sickle of death slicing across her neck.

However, everything around her was normal, as if she was just being suspicious and overly sensitive.

The boarding gate was crowded with waiting passengers.

The senior executives went directly through the VIP channel, bypassed the noisy crowd, and walked smoothly into the corridor.

There was a plane in front of her. Once the plane took off, she would be safe.

Lai Lai's palms were sweating. She didn't dare to let her guard down. She looked around, fearing that someone would suddenly call them and stop them from taking off for various reasons.

Her heartbeat gradually intensified, the cartoon sunglasses slid to the bridge of her nose, and her overly sophisticated eyes scanned alertly.

The corridor was neither long nor short, L-shaped, and had to turn.

When they walked to the road parallel to the airport, Lai Lai saw a figure standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling glass of the airport.

The female writer.

Lai Lai was extremely conflicted.

While asking questions, she glanced at the simple backpack, which was stuffed with flight tickets from a few days ago, tickets for transvestite shows, and sprays for duty-free shops. Which disguised person could be so meticulous? She must be here for tourism.

Reason and experience could not detect anything unusual. Her appearance here today was just a coincidence.

However, intuition was noisy, hair stood on end, and an extremely ominous premonition always lingered in her heart.

While hesitating, a small accident happened in the team.

"Come down." The little son of the upper floor seemed to think the corridor was interesting. He didn't want the nanny to hold him anymore and insisted on running down.

The nanny had to put him down in a panic.

The wife let go of Lailai and grabbed her son's hand, and whispered, "Don't run around, get on the plane quickly."

The child pouted and turned away unhappily.

The wife wanted to say something, but suddenly found that the guards around her became nervous. She hugged her son and looked up in confusion.

On the top of the round building not far away, next to the white outer wall, stood a black shadow.

The light was dim on a cloudy day, and the red laser dot was looming.

Lailai knew something was wrong, and immediately squatted down with his head in his hands, pointed his toes at the cabin, and stretched his body like a bow, rushing out a few meters in one step. However, at the same time, the guards also responded. They surrounded the executive and the wife, and pushed them into the cabin first.

This choice was undoubtedly a wise one, but the road was blocked, and Lai Lai's life was also cut off.

The corridor was narrow, and Lai Lai could not get through.

"Bang!" There was a crisp sound of glass shattering.

The bullet passed through the glass of the corridor and shot accurately into her chest.

Blood splattered.

Her face was distorted, and her body fell uncontrollably, and her blood quickly soaked the ground.

The cartoon sunglasses fell to the ground, revealing a pair of distorted and angry eyes.

"Ah!" She stretched out her arms and crawled hard, and the blood left a long trail under her body.

The footsteps were hurried, and no one stopped to save her.

Whether it was the guards or the bodyguards, they all knew very well who they were supposed to protect.

On the rooftop, Zongye put away his pistol without hesitation, and quickly disassembled the gun with his flexible fingers and stuffed it into the prepared sports bag.

At the same time, he tore off the mask on his face, took off his highly recognizable black jacket, revealing the trendy brand T-shirt inside, turned his wrist, put on a fashionable and youthful sports watch, put on sunglasses, and the disguise was completed in just a few seconds.

But the crisis has not disappeared. Compared with disguise, the most important thing is to deal with the evidence in hand.

At the same time, the senior executives were herded into the cabin and were temporarily safe. He didn't care about breathing and roared: "Damn it, catch that guy for me! Don't let him go!"

"Yes." Two guards and two bodyguards stayed behind, and the remaining six ran out of the corridor, rushed into the boarding room, and chased the unknown sniper.

The senior executives were furious. They dared to kill someone in front of him. Would they assassinate him next time?

"Give me the phone." He held out his hand.

The guard handed him the phone, and he made a call, angrily saying, "Seal off the airport. No one is allowed to leave until the person is found! Are you in a dilemma? Do you know that this is an assassination? Someone wants to kill me! This is related to the diplomacy of the two countries, and I must give an explanation!"

He roared and didn't listen to the other party's explanation. After shouting, he smashed it.

The screen cracked.

The flight attendants looked at each other and retreated carefully.

The wife didn't dare to speak to comfort him, and hugged her son.

The cabin was as silent as death.

A hundred meters away, the boarding gate had become a mess.

The passengers were already upset because of the delay. After a lot of effort, they started to board the plane again. Suddenly, they saw several men in uniform rushing out with guns in their hands, looking for someone.

Everyone was angry and afraid, pointing fingers.

A guard accidentally knocked down a strong man who was on the phone.

The other turned around and cursed.

The guard had a bad temper to begin with, and he knew the commander's temper. If he couldn't catch the man, he would definitely not end well. He was anxious and wanted to make meritorious service as soon as possible.

But the strong man caught him and vented his anger. He was furious and pulled out his gun and shot at the ceiling.

Bang!

This was not Sono's loaded pistol, and without glass blocking the way, the loud sound echoed clearly in the room.

The passengers who were nearby were collectively stunned.

When people are facing a crisis, it is their instinct to stay still.

However, passengers who were farther away and did not hear clearly still retained the ability to move.

They whispered to each other and talked a lot.

"What happened?" "

Was that a gunshot just now?"

People with big imaginations or strong sense of crisis blurted out the most terrible guesses.

"Oh my God, it seems someone is dead."

"When will the flight take off? Get out of here!"

"Help!"

Panic and chaos spread like a plague at an extremely terrifying speed.

Some people stood there in a daze, some turned around and ran, and some created chaos: "Help! Someone is being killed! Run!"

Chaos, complete chaos.

The surging crowd exploded with terrible killing power, and those who did not react in time were ruthlessly trampled to the ground.

Jian Jing cursed them in her heart.

Shooting? Are they crazy to shoot here?

She didn't care about much, and her first reaction was to go back to the lounge.

People were shoulder to shoulder, some fell, some screamed, some ran, and a tour group came towards them.

Jian Jing stopped abruptly and snatched the tour guide's loudspeaker.

The volume was turned up to the maximum, and the trust card was turned to the maximum.

"Don't move! Stay where you are!" she shouted, "We are filming! Don't be nervous! Don't run around!"

She said it in Chinese, English and French in turn, lying without blushing: "It's a crew filming, don't be nervous, no one is dead, there is no shooting, please don't panic! Stay where you are and don't move."

As she spoke, she jumped onto the high back of the chair and shouted with all her strength.

"Nothing happened, the crew is filming!"

"Please stay where you are."

"Take care of the elderly and children around you."

"Everything is OK!"

"Stop running!"

"No shooting!"

In the chaos, clear and definite messages are the most important. With the increase of the limited card, the passengers who were like headless flies finally stopped and looked at it doubtfully.

The radio sounded at the right time.

"Dear passengers, there was an equipment failure just now. Please don't panic and stay where you are."

"Please don't move around casually, the plane will take off soon."

"Passengers who feel unwell, please go to the infirmary."

The calm and rigid radio effect is better, which comforted the doubtful passengers.

Jian Jing breathed a sigh of relief and hurried back to the lounge.

Halfway, she saw a figure walking towards her, with a coat on his arm, but some disassembled props hidden under his clothes.

He winked.

Jian Jing walked at the same pace, but she changed her hand to hold the backpack, and did not zip it up, leaving it half open.

The two passed each other.

The bag in her hand suddenly became heavier.

Jian Jing turned around, zipped it up skillfully, and changed the backpack back to her left hand.

The lounge was right in front of her.

"Are you all right?" she asked nonchalantly.

Kang Mucheng breathed a sigh of relief and looked up and down: "Where did you go? What happened just now?"

"We're about to board the plane, I'm going to buy some food." She put on her backpack, "And then I met a lunatic who fired a shot at the ceiling for no reason - he thought he was filming a movie! What a hole in the brain."

President Kang shook his head and sighed: "These places are so messy."

"Isn't it?" She agreed and complained, "The rain finally stopped, and now this has happened. I don't know if we can fly."

Everyone showed a miserable expression, but soon, the waiter came to inform them that they could board the plane now.

Jian Jing suddenly became suspicious: "The commotion just now..."

"It was a misunderstanding." The waiter said, "We will ensure that your flight takes off as soon as possible."

Since the airport said so, everyone naturally would not refuse and followed the staff to board the plane.

In front, there is a security check machine.

Jian Jing: Haha.

"Sorry, for everyone's safety, we have to do another security check." The staff explained, "The plane can take off if there is no problem."

At this time, the delay time has exceeded 5 hours. No matter how big a person is, it is impossible to refuse security check and delay his flight.

No one objected.

Security check began.

A tall woman stood next to the security check machine, scanning the passengers one by one with a sharp gaze. She was the female guard that Zong Ye had highly suspected. Now it seemed that his judgment at that time was very accurate.

This woman was not simple.

She realized at the first time that the attacker might be in the VIP room, that is, a certain passenger. Therefore, letting the plane take off on time can not only avoid offending the VIP, but also quickly identify the suspect.

In just ten minutes, the murderer did not have time to dispose of the weapon. If he thought he could get on the plane first and get away, now he might be carrying deadly evidence.

Awesome.

Jian Jing thought and smiled at her.

The female guard noticed it and stared at her with a stern look.

Jian Jing suddenly asked, "Excuse me, why is this lady here? She doesn't look like a security guard. Is she suitable to search our luggage?"

Hearing this, other people also looked over.

The female guard's eyes flashed, and she

said aggressively, "Hand over your bag!" "Are you a public official of this country?" Jian Jing asked the security inspector again, "Why is your country's security check presided over by people from other countries?"

The security inspector hesitated.

What could he know? It was all the leader's order.

The female police officer didn't even look at him. She pushed the man away and raised her hand to grab Jian Jing's bag.

Jian Jing grabbed her wrist.

As soon as the two of them fought, they immediately knew each other's strength.

The female police officer thought she had caught the real boss, her kidney adrenaline surged, and she immediately drew her gun with her other hand, intending to control her as soon as possible.

Jian Jing took out her passport and slowly put it into the front pocket of her suspender skirt.

The black muzzle of the gun was aimed at the corner of the red passport.

"Do you want to shoot?" she asked calmly, "You try it."

The female police officer put her finger on the trigger, but she didn't dare to pull it for a while.