The container is hoisted into the belly of the transport plane, and when everything is ready, the hatch slowly closes.

Mark was a little confused, he didn't know where the next stop was, he only knew that his mission was to pretend to be a federal police officer and drive Ye Fan into a closed container, why was he suddenly transported into the plane as cargo?

"I ...... I don't know, God, where are we going?" "When the plane began to taxi, the retired GIs panicked.

Ye Fan and Shen Jiayao looked at each other and exchanged glances, it seemed that this stupid guy was not only being used, but also kept in the dark, and he didn't even know his next plan.

After thinking about it for a while, Ye Fan suddenly asked, "Sergeant, do you know how to fly a plane?"

Mark blinked and said truthfully, "I've driven F16 Fighting Falcon and F18 Hornet, but that was a few years ago. ”

"Very good, congratulations Mark, you have another chance to touch the aircraft control stick!" Ye Fan grinned: "Wait for me here obediently!"

Before Mark's stupid head could understand what was going on, Ye Fan's figure suddenly disappeared from his sight!

"Ahh

"Shut up, make a fuss! Scream and cut your tongue again!" Shen Jiayao crossed her waist fiercely and stubbornly stopped Mark.

In the cabin of the Air-King C17, several American GIs wearing three-cornered hats and Marine Corps uniforms are leaning against the cabin, sitting or standing, and playing cards in a pile.

One of the chubby fellows casually glanced towards the cockpit door, as if a figure had flashed by! He hurriedly rubbed his eyes, opened his eyes wide, and looked closely.

"Steve, it's your turn!" a companion patted him on the shoulder, urging him to hurry up and play his cards.

"Damn, dazzled......" Steve muttered, bowing his head and continuing to play.

In the cockpit, two Air Force pilots were also busy, casually flipping through the Playboy pictorial, and after the plane route was set, all the work was handed over to the autopilot system, and they had a good time.

It's much easier to control large transport planes and airliners than fighter jets!

"Will, will you go to the Bunny Girl Ranch when you land? The tall driver grinned and stared at a seductive poster, his face full of face.

"Oh, that black pearl almost didn't suck me dry last time, Robert, I advise you to be more restrained and go to Las Vegas for a drink. The man named Will gestured as he spoke.

"Haha, this commission is enough for us to spend a few days, why don't we go to the ranch to find a few women first, and then go out for a few drinks together!"

The two were discussing how to spend the money, when a playful voice sounded in the cockpit: "That's a good idea." ”

Robert and Will exploded, and the next moment, their consciousness fell into boundless darkness.

In the cockpit, only the electronic instruments were flashing step by step, empty and unmanned.

"Steve, what are you looking at again? It's time for you to play your cards!"

In the cabin, the fat private was once again complained by his companion, he wiped his eyes fiercely, but there was nothing in front of him.

The fat man couldn't help but faintly worry about his health.

Inside the container, Ye Fan carried a driver in one hand and threw them on the floor.

Mark's eyes widened, and he looked at him like hell.

"Ask these two guys where the plane is going. Ye Fan raised his foot and stepped on the heart of the tall Robert, and with a little strength, he woke him up from his coma.

Entering the innate realm, language is no longer an obstacle for cultivators to communicate with foreign objects, even if they can't speak, they can use their divine sense to communicate directly, but this undoubtedly consumes a lot of mental power, and Ye Fan still chose the most labor-saving and effective way to treat these two drivers.

Let the dog's legs go to extract confessions!

Mark swallowed, succumbed to Ye Fan's terrifying ability, and began to negotiate with Robert.

The transport plane pilot was also afraid of death, and when he woke up, he found himself in a strange place, and was stepped on in the chest, and without asking a few words, he confessed to it all.

"Yes...... Longel asked them to do it. At the mention of the man whom he admired, Mark no longer had a look of deference on his face, but was replaced by infinite indignation.

"Sure enough, where is the end?" Ye Fan said with a smile.

"There's no end, he wants us all buried in the Pacific!" Mark said, fist swinging, angry as he grimaced.

Shen Jiayao interjected and asked, "What do you mean?"

"I understand, I probably want to throw this container into the Pacific Ocean with people and cars!?" Ye Fan let go of his feet and leaned over to pick up Robert's collar.

"That's right! I really didn't expect him to come up with such a vicious plan!" Mark completely lost his heart to the general in his mind.

"OK, as he wishes!" Ye Fan reached out and pressed on the back of the head of the driver, Robert, and once again put him into a coma.

"What are you going to do?" Shen Jiayao got out of the police car.

The corners of Ye Fan's mouth hooked up an evil smile, and he raised his foot and kicked Will's head hard: "Tanuki for the prince!"

"What?" Mark, apparently, didn't quite understand the allusion.

"Let's go, let's play in a different place. When Ye Fan's words landed, Mark felt that the world was spinning for a while, and he wanted to vomit nauseously, but he couldn't vomit out, and quickly fell into a short coma.

Similarly, Shen Jiayao is no better, passively escaping on a high-altitude plane, and her body is equivalent to adding an acceleration on the basis of the speed of sound!

A few minutes later, the two slowly woke up, and the scene had changed in front of them.

"Oh my God, how did you do that?" exclaimed Mark, excited and incredulous by the countless dashboards in front of him and the wide view outside the cockpit.

"I just did it if I wanted to. Shen Jiayao pressed her forehead, feeling still a little dizzy.

Ye Fan pointed to the chaotic dashboard and said to Mark: "Will it be opened......?"

"Of course, it's a piece of cake, and it's 34,000 feet in the eastern Pacific Ocean...... About 50 kilometers from Hawaii, according to the set route, the plane will soon make a detour back to Las Vegas City, Nevada. ”

"It's time, prepare for the airdrop!" Ye Fan said lightly.

"Airdrop?" Mark suddenly realized: "You want to ...... That one...... Throw into the sea?"

"Nonsense! If you don't drop the container, do you still want to live?" Shen Jiayao shouted with a disgusted face: "Hurry up! Call the people in the cabin to work!"

Mark swallowed his throat, glanced at the two ruthless men, put on his headphones, turned on the microphone, and made an announcement.

"Attention, in a minute, prepare to airdrop the package!

In the cabin, the soldiers who were playing cards lazily threw away the cards in their hands and shook them towards the container.

At an altitude of 10,000 meters in the Pacific Ocean, the belly of the giant transport plane suddenly opened, and a container fell down, boom!

This special package sets off huge waves and crashes into the ocean floor with the sound of a tsunami!