Chapter 49 Death Flight

Pretending not to notice Bourbon's thoughts, Milton Duff actually gave that pot of beef and potatoes to the homeless man on the street.

As long as he ignores everything thoroughly enough, no one can do anything to him!

"So what are you going to do about Milton's lunch?"

Bourbon watched the white-haired young man send the pot away without making any move to stop it.

Whoever made this pot of goulash and potatoes, it was someone Milton didn't like.

"Of course we're going out to eat."

Milton Duff took out his mobile phone and logged on to Yelp to check for nearby high-rated restaurants. "You're free to do as you like."

"I know there's a Chinese restaurant two streets away. It tastes very good."

Checking out places everywhere Bourbon knew the surroundings quite well, "Together?"

"Lead the way."

Hearing this, Milton Duff put away her phone decisively, "It seems that the identity of an information dealer is still useful."

"It's more than that."

Bourbon said He didn't mind the white-haired young man treating him as a gourmet map, "Milton will definitely be surprised if he uses it often."

A surprise for the silver handcuffs?

Milton Duff did not comment on this, "No need, I can go back to Japan soon."

"Isn't that great?"

Bourbon, who is also going back to Japan, continued to recommend himself, "Japan's little treasure There are many stores."

"You can give me a map."

Bourbon: ...

So only desserts can be a breakthrough, right?

Bourbon decided to buy a few more dessert encyclopedias to study later.

Milton Dove, who was walking aside, glanced at him and was pleased to see the result.

No matter what, he never loses money.

The two ended up going to a restaurant together for a pleasant lunch.

As Bourbon said, the dishes in this Chinese restaurant were delicious. After eating, Milton Duff packed an extra portion back.

"Is it for the person in the family?" Bourbon used a more ambiguous term.

"Of course I'm saving it for dinner."

Milton Duff looked at him with a "what are you thinking" expression, "I'm too lazy to go out at night."

"Or do you think Lulu will eat these?"

"Blackback can be eaten. "

When Black Back was mentioned, the white-haired young man curled his lips, "Black Back is capable of hunting on his own, so you should change your concern to another animal."

Bourbon, who still thought Black Back was the FBI, didn't answer.

Would he care about the FBI?

It's really going to make me vomit.

The time to return to Japan has come in a blink of an eye.

JFK International Airport.

Milton Duff, who had already sent his luggage to be checked in, walked into the VIP lounge lightly and prepared to wait for boarding.

As a result, I saw a certain silver-haired monster.

He paused midway into the room, exited, and looked up at the sign of the room above his head to make sure he was on the right track.

So Milton Duff could only snort and sit on the diagonal farthest from Gin.

Vodka, who quietly observed the whole process:...

Milton hasn't forgiven his elder brother yet!

What on earth did eldest brother do to Milton!

Speaking of which, when she met Belmod a few days ago, the woman looked like she was gloating about the good show.

Just as he was thinking about it, Vodka felt his phone vibrating in his pocket.

When he took it out and looked at it, he found that the sender was the person he was thinking of.

[How come Gin is on the same flight as me? ]

Vodka was ashamed and quickly replied: [Coincidence! Definitely a coincidence! 】

He bought the ticket.

As for why he didn't take the organization's plane back...

Vodka felt guilty and moved, didn't Milton also take it?

They just happened to go back on the same day!

[Send me Gin’s seat number. 】

Vodka didn’t dare to hide it and sent his seat number.

Gin next to him watched this scene speechlessly, raised his hand to grab Vodka's cell phone and typed: [What are you afraid of? 】

Milton Dove did not reply.

Vodka opened his eyes wide behind his sunglasses, Brother, what are you doing? Brother!

Isn’t it enough that Milton ignored people for so many days?

After receiving Gin's cold green eyes, Vodka retracted himself into the chair and cleared his mind.

There were not many people in the VIP waiting room, most of them were sitting scattered around, making it seem a bit empty, but the vodka felt like it was suffocating.

If I had known earlier, I would have let my eldest brother fly on the organization's plane.

At this moment, a blond and dark-skinned man walked in from the door of the VIP room.

He looked around and raised his eyebrows when he saw gin and vodka, but ignored them. Then he saw Milton Dove and walked towards them without hesitation.

"Why didn't Milton wait for me?"

Bourbon sat on the sofa next to the white-haired young man very naturally. "I was obviously behind you."

"No need." Milton Duff was unmoved. "I'm not a primary school student."

"But I want to go with Milton."

Bourbon shook the ticket in his hand, "We are still in the front and back rows."

Although there is still some distance between the front and back rows of the first class cabin.

Lifting up his seat, Milton Duff thought seriously, "Can I change seats with you?"

"You can't usually change seats on an airplane."

Bourbon quickly realized something, "Is Gin next to you?"

The head of this airline In the first-class cabin, two people sit side by side, but the seats are very wide and not particularly close together.

"..."

Seeing the silence of the white-haired young man, Bourbon raised his eyebrows again. Would Gin do this again?

One hundred percent made from vodka.

Ten hours of flight time, who knows what will happen.

After making a mistake, Bourbon came up with an idea, "You can get a refund without boarding the plane, and we can take the organization's plane."

"...Who is afraid of him?" Milton Dove muttered, and then said: "Who is following you and us? "

Seeing this, Bourbon shrugged. He never said a word related to "fear".

When it was time to board the plane, Milton Duff got up and left without paying attention to any of them.

There are so many flights throughout the day, do these people have to squeeze in with him?

Thinking of this, Milton Duff took a deep breath, took out his eye mask and put it on after sitting in his seat.

Out of sight is pure.

After a while, the familiar smell of tobacco came from the nostrils, and he passed by him and sat down.

Milton Duff adjusted his posture and did not move again.

After confirming that all passengers had boarded the plane, the plane's announcement began to play precautions. With a slight turbulence, the plane took off.

Bourbon and Vodka sat in the back row, and there was no communication between them.

Or Vodka unilaterally refuses to communicate with Bourbon.

The entire first class cabin was quiet. Seeing this, the flight attendant dimmed the lights in the cabin in time to prepare for the upcoming night flight.

Although she didn't want to say a word to the other person at the moment, Milton Dove couldn't deny that she felt a sense of security when she was around Gin that she didn't feel when she was around others.

So he closed his eyes, pulled on the blindfold, and fell asleep soon.

When he opened his eyes again, Milton Dove was awakened by the noise coming from the economy class.

"A bunch of idiots."

Gin, who had probably heard about the situation, commented.

Raising his hand to lift his blindfold and checking the time, Milton Duff discovered that the plane had just arrived over the Pacific Ocean, and the sky outside was still dark.

Pushing the blindfold all the way to his head, he supported the side of his head with one hand, and his voice was a little lazier when he first woke up, "Why do criminals like to do things in the middle of the night?"

Qin Ai started doing things in the middle of the night. Criminal Liquor glanced at him .

"Don't always take your seat."

Milton Dove sat motionless in his seat, showing no intention of getting up to check the situation.

If the police on the plane couldn't solve it immediately, there must be multiple criminals.

What's more, there are tricky things, such as bombs and the like.

Milton Duff looked at the stewardesses in the first-class cabin without any trace. Well... it's no problem to get to the first-class cabin at the pier.

The noise in the economy class is getting louder and louder, and it is gradually approaching the first class.

The next second, a hijacker holding a gun entered the first class cabin, causing a scream.

Gin, who was disturbed, frowned fiercely, and his green eyes hidden in the shadow of the brim of his hat looked at the hijacker fiercely.

"Don't move at all!"

The hijacker, who didn't realize he was being targeted by the killer, raised the button on his other hand. "We have installed a bomb on the plane. If you want to survive, just listen to us!"

In the chaos, Mir Dunduff yawned.

It can be seen that the security procedures at American airports are very poor.

Although the four people on his side all brought weapons on the plane.

"Open the door to the captain's cabin!" the hijacker threatened the flight attendant.

The flight attendant who was pointed at the gun shook her head in horror and kept muttering the word "please" in her mouth. She was suspected to know the hijacker.

The door to the captain's cabin behind her remained motionless.

The hijacker's finger was on the trigger, apparently wanting to shock others by firing.

For some reason, he ultimately did not shoot the flight attendant, but turned his target to the first-class passengers.

Milton Duff noticed that the other party's eyes were on her: ...

The next second, the hijacker commanded with a gun: "You, come here."

Milton Duff did not move.

"Don't you understand?"

The hijacker took a few steps closer to the white-haired young man, trying to scare him by letting him see the gun in his hand more clearly. "Stand up!"

Seeing this scene, the hijacker sat behind him. The platoon's bourbon fingers moved lightly, waiting for the opportunity to make a move.

It is impossible for a civil aviation plane to have a parachute. This is still over the Pacific Ocean. If you want to survive, it is completely reasonable to help deal with the hijackers.

Not to mention that the person the other party is threatening now is Milton Dove.

Before Bourbon could take action, a big hand came in first, grabbed the hijacker's gun and pointed it at the white-haired young man's wrist, and bent it upwards.

The crisp sound of fractures rang in his ears. With a calm expression, Milton Dove took out a glove and put it on, bent down to pick up the fallen gun, and let Gin beside him move.

In just a few seconds, the hijacker's screams turned into groans of pain.

Gin let go of his hand, but the hijacker fell to the ground unable to get up. His other hand that was still intact subconsciously grabbed the clothes on his chest.

"He seems to be having a heart attack."

Milton Dove pretended to be surprised, "Do you want to come up and take a look?"

The flight attendants looked at each other, and one of them, who was a little bolder, stepped forward to check the situation.

"How could Jack have a heart disease?"

"...Maybe he got it in the past few months."

Ignoring the stewardesses' whispers and twirling the gun in his fingertips, Milton Dove sighed. He stood up and walked towards the economy class.

Gin couldn't be expected to find any peaceful solution. He didn't want to have to face police siege after landing.

There were two hijackers in the economy class. They were strong and had a gloomy look as if they had killed others.

One of them stood in front holding hostages, while the other walked back and forth with a gun.

The policeman fell in the corner, his life or death unknown.

Seeing someone lifting the curtain of the economy class cabin, the passengers who saw this scene subconsciously held their breath and did not dare to speak out for fear of disturbing the two hijackers.

Milton Duff glanced around and saw that these two people were different from the people in the first class. They were mercenaries from the black market.

The hijacker pacing back and forth finally noticed his presence.

"Who are you!?"

Milton Duff took a few steps forward and passed by the hijacker who had his back turned to him and was holding a hostage in his hand. He had no intention of avoiding the gun.

"Your companion seems to have had a heart attack."

Milton Dove seemed to be a kind person who helped inform, "Do you want to go and have a look?"

"Huh?!"

The hijacker thought he was playing a trick, "What nonsense are you talking about?" ...Uh!"

Looking at the hijacker who fell to the ground, Milton Duff opened his eyes in surprise, "Wow, it seems that you are not in good health either." There

was also an inexplicable sound of falling to the ground behind him. The hostage who had just escaped didn't even realize what had happened, and sat aside in a daze.

In the eyes of everyone, Milton Duff shook his head, "If you are not in good health, why do you want to hijack the plane by studying American dramas?"