American drama life begins with Dr. House

Bill, who raised his hands, did not turn around as Tom said. He spoke again:

"Look, Tom, I don't know what happened to cause this to happen.

But I know that if you continue to make mistakes, it will lead to irreparable mistakes.

I think you must be a good person, otherwise you would not have returned the gun to me.

So why don’t you and I spread the word and talk about it, and I will definitely help you wherever I can!”

Facing Bill's persuasion, Tom's face showed a sarcastic smile again.

"Help me? Do you know why there are so many terrorist attacks in the world?

All because there is a cancerous country in this world!

It is constantly promoting the occurrence of wars for its own interests, and it uses us all as tools to achieve its strategic goals.

That's why my father died in the 9/11 terrorist attack along with 3,000 other people.

Now I'm telling the country the same thing, it's all its fault!

So, Agent Bill, can you help me open the door to the captain's cabin now?"

Looking at Tom's sarcastic eyes, Bill sighed and said:

"I understand, I understand, I just hope you can leave me a parachute when I help you open the door, okay?"

Tom was stunned. He didn't expect that Bill would actually do such a thing in order to survive.

What a joke!

Tom, who had relaxed slightly, was about to make some more sarcastic remarks when Bill suddenly took a lunge, put his hands into palms and raised Bill's hand holding the gun upwards.

Tom resisted subconsciously. While throwing his hand out, he also pulled the trigger. A bullet whizzed, rotated and penetrated a porthole not far away.

Almost instantly, the porthole was covered with spiderweb-like cracks due to the imbalance of internal and external pressure, followed immediately by a heartbreaking glass shattering, and finally the entire porthole flew out.

The loud noise immediately spread throughout the entire cabin, and the sudden pressure void caused the unsecured items on the plane to fly quickly out of the window.

The thin passenger who was sitting next to the broken porthole without wearing a seat belt let out a cry of surprise and was actually sucked out of the porthole.

This unexpected accident made other passengers feel sad. After struggling to hold on to anything that could stabilize their bodies, they learned their lesson and used seat belts to secure themselves firmly to their seats.

But items that are not fixed will not stabilize on their own.

For a moment, there was a chaos in the cabin, with people shouting in panic and the sound of objects colliding everywhere.

Soon, countless oxygen masks connected to oxygen pipes were thrown down from the top of the cabin overhead. The stewardess Nancy yelled at her best to ask all passengers to fasten their seat belts and put on their oxygen masks, and sit in their seats to wait for the crisis to be resolved.

As for the two people fighting, they also used some of their strength to resist the sucking feeling caused by the pressure difference.

The movements of the two people also changed a lot.

However, Bill thought he could easily handle this gentle-looking Tom who wore glasses. However, after the fight, he realized that the Tom in front of him was not that simple.

Because Tom's movements are clean and neat, and all his moves are killing techniques with clear purpose.

This kind of fighting technique can only be taught in the military, and being able to use it so proficiently proves that Tom has experience in serving and even on the battlefield.

It's a pity that because Bill is getting older, his strength is no longer at its peak.

And now there was a pulling sensation coming from outside the plane, which took away his little strength.

This forced him to barely knock the gun out of Tom's hand, and then the two sides fell into a struggle in which neither could do anything to the other.

The firearm that can quickly resolve this situation is sliding in the aisle of the aircraft towards the porthole.

At this moment, the co-pilot noticed the broken cabin glass through the instrument panel and immediately made the descent operation after giving the passengers enough time to react.

The stalling again caused both people in the fight to fly into the air, including the gun that attracted their attention!

After the floating firearm was no longer blocked by the debris on the seat, it immediately flew towards the broken glass window as if it had been summoned by its father.

But when it was about to fly out of the window, a hand held it firmly.

Bill and Tom, who were in the air, rolled their eyes along the hand and saw the owner of the hand. It was the man who tied himself tightly to the seat next to the broken window when the plane actively lowered its altitude - Duwei.

Neither of them noticed at all that Du Wei walked to that position and sat down, and fixed himself in place due to the pressure difference.

Although Du Wei's hair is now pointing to the sun like a sunflower, there is no doubt that Du Wei is now the person with the most say on this plane.

Soon, the aircraft descended to an altitude of 8,000 feet under the full control of the co-pilot. The pressure difference between the inside and outside reached an agreement, and the two people who had just airborne hit the floor again.

This time, both of them lay on the ground and did not dare to move rashly.

Because the muzzle of the gun in Du Wei's hand was pointed in the direction of the two of them.

Even Bill couldn't figure out what Dowey would do next. The distance between him and Tom was so close that it was difficult for him to tell whether Dowey's gun was pointed at Tom or him.

But Bill didn't want to passively wait for things to develop for the worst. He lay on the ground and spoke first:

"Duwei, I know you are a good person.

You've been trying to remind me who the real threat is, and I've successfully found him.

So now I am going to stand up slowly. You must not take any drastic action. It is best for you to point the gun at Tom first.

Then I would come and get the gun, and then I would hold Tom until the plane landed and then hand him over to fib.

have you understood?"

Duwei just smiled at Bill's words. All the agents' templates for comforting people were so similar.

But he was really not Bill's enemy, so Duwei used the blind spot of his seat to unload the magazine, and then threw the gun in his hand directly and accurately to Bill's side.

The two of them lying on the ground had no idea that Du Wei would give up the ownership of the firearm so easily.

The two of them looked at the firearm that was so close and thought about it for 0.2 seconds, then they simultaneously started to fight for the Glock.

But it was obvious that Du Wei had already considered the distance when he threw the gun.

So Bill finally got the gun one step ahead of Tom.

Tom, who was pointed at a gun, could only express his impotent rage.

He angrily denounced Bill's dereliction of duty, angrily criticized the beautiful country's damn world police policy for promoting more terrorist attacks, and angrily blamed the beautiful country for allowing him to participate in a meaningless war...

But in the end, he lost his pressure bomb ace and had no choice but to let Bill use tape to control his hands, and then use the next seat belt to tie him to an empty seat next to him.

At this time, many passengers who didn't know what was going on looked over and wanted to know what happened.

It's just that the oxygen masks are still hanging on their faces, so they don't dare to leave their seats without permission, for fear that something will happen next.

But there were always bold passengers who dared to approach, and soon Bill had to explain the ins and outs of the matter to the passengers.

But while he was distracted explaining what happened, a black IT guy who came from first class and looked like he was engaged in network security suddenly struck from behind and easily grabbed the gun in Bill's hand.

inside.

Then he pointed his gun at the surrounding passengers and said loudly:

"Everyone, please be quiet! If you don't want to die, just sit back in your seat!"

As ordinary people, facing the pistol, the passengers could only return to their seats and wait uneasily for their next fate.

For a moment, only Bill, who was pointed at a gun, was left on the spot. Bill, who once again lost his gun, looked at the black man behind him in astonishment.

When he saw this first-class passenger, he realized his omission.

He should have thought of this!

Although he has not yet figured out how the captain was assassinated in the cockpit with the highest safety factor, there is absolutely no way that Tom in the economy class could assassinate the captain while avoiding everyone's eyes!

There should be his companion in the first class cabin!

But Bill's discovery was too late. Now that the firearm has changed hands again, it may be difficult to make a comeback this time!

really.

The black boy looked at Bill's surprised face and said sarcastically:

"Goodbye, you derelict air agent, you can't protect anyone."

After saying that, knowing that the villain died because he talked too much, the black guy would not have the mentality of watching a movie like Tom. He decisively pulled the trigger, and Bill also closed his eyes in despair.

Click.

The hammer struck the firing pin and made a crisp sound.

But the death scene everyone expected did not happen.

Bill opened his eyes in surprise. He was not dead?

The black boy showed the same stunned expression as Bill, and he pulled the trigger several times at Bill in disbelief.

But the clicking, clicking sounds seemed to be mocking his uselessness.

After Bill was briefly shocked by the disappearance of the pistol bullets, he reacted instantly and punched the black man on the head, beating him to pieces.

With the advantage of taking the lead and sufficient combat experience, Bill pursued the victory and subdued the black boy in a few strokes.

After tying him and Tom tightly together, Bill looked at Duwei belatedly.

Because he could be absolutely sure that when he used the Glock, it had a magazine fully loaded with 17 rounds of ammunition.

Among them, there were only two people who had handled Glock. One was Tom who pointed a gun at him, and the other was Duwei who 'picked up' the gun.

Du Wei is the only one who has the time and space between the two to take action.

Could it be that Duwei knew about the existence of Tom's accomplices from the beginning and foresaw that his negligence would lead to the crisis?

Thinking back to the first meeting in the bathroom until now, Bill always felt that Duwei seemed to have controlled everything that happened, and that it shouldn't have been like this.

But it is undeniable that in this incident that was supposed to cause a plane crash, only two people died at the end.

For Bill, the merits far outweigh the faults.

After all, he saved an entire plane of people, and the world will only regard him as a hero and ignore his bad behavior of smoking and drinking on the plane.

But what exactly is Du Wei trying to do behind his seemingly well-intentioned move?

He didn't believe that someone would help others for no reason. In this day and age, even if he was helping an old lady cross the road, he would have to check if there was surveillance. How could someone risk their life to help him catch criminals?

Bill, who couldn't see clearly and couldn't figure it out, could only stride towards Duwei. He didn't want to become a tool in the hands of others for no reason. He needed to clear up the doubts in his heart.

When Duwei, who was sitting by the broken window and feeling the strong ultraviolet light, saw Bill approaching, he smiled and threw back the magazine he had stolen.

At the same time, the system prompts also sounded in Du Wei's mind on time.

[Successful rescue, life extension for 149 days, current life time: 810,237 days and 9 hours]

Although 149 days is not a lot for Du Wei now, Du Wei still understands the principle of adding up a little makes a lot.

Maybe sometimes we just need these critical 149 days to save our lives.

Bill, who was walking in the aisle and took the magazine, motioned to the passenger next to Duwei to change seats, then he sat down next to Duwei and said:

"One thing I've never been able to figure out is how they killed the captain?

I think you must know something, right?"

Everything has been settled, and Bill will be able to discover the truth about the captain's death after landing at the latest, so Duwei has nothing to hide.

"It's still the poisonous needle containing curare wood latex. With a good dose, it can kill a person in twenty minutes.

Just like that passenger."

After speaking, Du Wei pointed his finger at the thirty-year-old European white man with brown hair.

Bill instantly realized that another twenty minutes had arrived, and he followed Duwei's hand. The white man who had just sat in front of Tom suddenly covered his heart in pain, foaming at the mouth, and accompanied by

There are physical twitches.

Then, while everyone was exclaiming for a doctor, they tilted their heads and found out that they were dead exactly like the captain.

When Bill saw this scene, he felt a chill go down his back. If he was poisoned by such a poison on such a plane, he would really be helpless.

But there is another question, how did they inject this poisonous needle into the captain?

As we all know, the cockpit door is extremely strong.

Facing Bill's confused eyes, Du Wei continued to explain:

"As for how they do it, I suggest you look in the first class bathroom.

There was a small hole behind the iron box that contained toilet paper that led directly to the cockpit.

And you can find the tools of the crime in the trash can in the bathroom."

Hearing Duwei once again describe Tom and others' modus operandi as if he had seen it with his own eyes, Bill couldn't help it.

"Why do you know their details so clearly?

Do you even know what will happen when you connect?"

Du Wei chuckled and replied:

"I don't know if you've ever heard of it.

When you know enough information, you can deduce everything that happens next.

So as to why I know this, I can only tell you that I have a very large intelligence network.

As for which department it is, I cannot disclose it.

In short, the probability of something happening on this plane is as high as 80% in the future predicted by the department.

And with Jack's death, this probability is infinitely close to 100%.

Of course, this was before I intervened."

Bill was surprised for a moment when he heard the explanation.

Du Wei is actually one of our own?

Although this style is indeed in line with the beautiful country where secret agencies are everywhere, Bill always felt that something was not quite right.

"So since your department has such powerful predictive capabilities, why not stop crimes before they happen?"

Du Wei chuckled:

"If the facts of the crime are not established, is he still a criminal?

Think about it carefully, Agent Bill, is it really just to judge someone for something they didn't do?"

Bill shook his head. Such a thing was too profound and he didn't want to think about it in detail.

For him, the anesthesia caused by alcoholism made him forget the pain of losing his daughter.

Just when Bill was about to get up and leave, Du Wei suddenly said:

"Oh, by the way, Bill, I thought this news would be of interest to you.

Your daughter has been kidnapped."

Duwei's seven understatement words immediately aroused Bill's violent reaction!

He turned around suddenly, stared at Du Wei with fierce eyes and said:

"What did you say?!"

For him, his daughter is his inverse scale that can never be touched by others.

He is willing to give everything for his daughter!

Although his daughter has moved with his ex-wife and he has lost his permanent visitation rights, this does not prevent him from loving his daughter.

Now that he heard the news about his daughter's accident, a fire that had once been extinguished immediately burned in Bill's heart, and now he seemed to have the same posture as when he was young.

Facing Bill's suddenly sharp eyes, Du Wei still said calmly:

"Yes, your daughter Jin was kidnapped by a force that accounts for fifty percent of the world's prostitute business.

But for some unspeakable reason, it is difficult for the authorities to formally deal with them.

So if you want to save your daughter, all you can rely on is yourself and...me."

Bill frowned and asked:

"What's the meaning?"

"Have you ever heard of the Blood Hands? A dark force hidden underground.

Their minions span the globe, and their main source of revenue is sex.

What they like to do most is to imprison those beautiful women who travel alone, and then after training, force them to make money for themselves.

Unfortunately, your daughter Kim was also targeted while traveling to Paris.

If you are fast enough, you should be able to save her before she is formally trained.

Of course, if you save her, you will anger the powerful Blood Hand sect.

So, Bill, the choice is now yours."

choose?

Is this still a choice?

Bill replied directly and firmly:

"Is there any more information? I owe you a favor."

Du Wei smiled slightly, this was what he was waiting for.

"Of course, listen carefully..."

(Thanks to Jiang Sipid and Feng Eryi, she left other people’s monthly tickets, thank you!)

(PS: Liam’s daughter originally died of cancer during the air rescue. In order to maintain the plot, I changed it to the hurricane rescue plot.)