"It depends on what you think?" Sitting in the cockpit of the plane, Strange turned his head to look at Poflisco, and said with a smile: "The only thing I can be sure of now is that Frank hasn't killed you until now because I don't agree, so ......"

Hearing Strange say this, Poflisco couldn't help but shudder, he glanced carefully at Frank Custer behind him, and then was very rudely pushed into the plane by the other party, and sat in the passenger cockpit behind, and suddenly two people entered the passenger cockpit.

Poflisco himself said that he was thinner, but Frank Custer was different, not to mention tall, full of muscles, all hard, which made Pofolisco feel even more uncomfortable.

At this time, Frank Custer asked in his ear: "Stephen, will you fly a World War I biplane?" ”

"Not really." Strange's words were beyond Frank Custer and Poflisco's expectations, and the two of them were stunned for a moment, you don't know how to fly a plane, why do you have to sit in the cockpit, and you look like you're ready to take off, so she followed Strange and said, "But I'll fly a magic plane." Alright, all sit down, now we're going to take off, hold on, Frank. ”

As soon as the words fell, the plane rushed directly under the bridge in the hands of Strange, who had never been able to fly a biplane for a while, and before Frank Custer and Poflisco could react, the plane had already crashed into the East River in New York below.

There was a sharp spin, and before the two of them could finally react, Strange finally flew the plane over the East River, under the bridge and through the bridge, and flew directly into the sky from the other side, and by this time, Frank Custer and Poflisco finally breathed a long sigh of relief.

At this moment, I heard Strange say triumphantly: "Taking off is the hardest part, as long as you can take off easily......"

"Be careful, Strange, at nine o'clock." Frank Custer suddenly screamed in alarm, and saw countless miniature biplanes flying rapidly from the left, looking menacing, Frank exclaimed, "Oh my God, what is that, is this a hallucination?" Wait, how did I forget, after all, I'm in a magic plane now, Strange, deal with these things. ”

In Frank Custer's exclamation, a miniature biplane fired golden bullets, constantly shooting at their magic plane, and the golden shell of the magic plane However, these bullets were all blocked, but even so, the "bang bang" bullet impact sound also made people feel a burst of panic, I don't know when it will penetrate the shell of the plane, so that the plane will crash directly.

Compared to Frank Custer, Strange knows better where these miniature biplanes came from and how tricky things are.

You must know that the plane they are flying in has destroyed 163 German fighters, and it has long been full of grievances, especially after this plane has been transformed by hellfire, these grievances have also been upgraded and turned into miniature biplanes, for so many years, the two sides have been entangled, don't think that this plane is parked under the Brooklyn Bridge for no reason.

"Okay, now I'm going to show you how good this plane is." With that, Strange directly set up the heavy machine gun in the nose of the plane, and then fired wildly at those miniature mini-biplanes.

Nearly a century has passed, who would have thought that the weapon system of this plane can still operate normally, and the golden bullets immediately shot out rapidly, shooting at the miniature mini planes, but it is a little embarrassing that Strange also failed to hit.

At this time, Frank Custer finally couldn't see it, you know, he was born in the military, and this kind of shooting level should be the first in the army. He climbed straight from the back seat and said to Strange fiercely, "You concentrate on flying the plane, give me that thing." ”

"No, Frank, this kind of plane is not allowed to operate in the back seat." Strange said without flinching, "I got this...... Uhh ”

Before Strange could finish speaking, a miniature mini-biplane had already passed through the bullet blockade, suddenly rushed to the front of the plane, and then slammed into Strange's face, tilting his head in one fell swoop.

Frank Custer took the opportunity to take over the weapon system unceremoniously, while yelling at Strange: "Concentrate on driving." ”

The change of people is indeed different, Frank Custer's level is far above Strange, under his operation, one after another miniature biplanes were destroyed, and the environment around the three of them was suddenly clear.

Frank Custer couldn't help but say with some smugness: "I can still operate it for magic and other things, this thing is pretty good!" ”

Countless golden bullets were fired, and more miniature mini-biplanes were destroyed, and at this time, the remaining biplanes seemed to have autonomous consciousness, and they no longer attacked their planes, but rushed away one by one.

Frank Custer muttered, "Look, Strange, I've beaten them all away!" ”

"It's not 'me', it's us!" Strange gave Frank Custer an angry look, he also has a share of credit for this matter!

Frank Custer didn't argue with Strange about anything, and at this time, the other person finally couldn't help but speak: "I understand now, one of you two sings red face, the other sings white face, of course, you two are really a good combination!" ”

Ever since Frank leaned in and took over the weapon system, Poflisco had been crushed under Frank Custer, whose entire two-hundred-pound weight had weighed on him to the point that he was almost out of breath, and it was only when it was all over that it was better.

"Ahh Poflisco suddenly let out a cry of pain, and it was Frank who inadvertently slammed an elbow on Poflisco's face as he sat back, and although he didn't use much force, it still made Bofolisco cry out in pain.

"I'm really sorry! Are you okay? Frank apologized as he reached out to touch Poflisco's wound, but he hurriedly stopped it, and said in a panic: "No, no, I'm fine!" ”

How dare he let a murderer like Frank Custer come to contact him, who knows if he did it on purpose!

Although Pofolisco didn't say anything, Frank knew what he was thinking, smiled and ignored him, turned his head to look at Strange, and asked in a deep voice, "Stephen, where are we going next?" ”

"How's it going over there?" Poflisco suddenly pointed in the direction of the lower town, where a puff of smoke had risen into the sky.

"Looks like your gangster friends are busy!" Strange glanced back at Poflisco and said, "Let's go get a kick too." ”

The magic fluctuations that rippled in mid-air had already allowed Strange to lock on to the location of the accident first, and the strong smoke reminded him of another explosion in the Fasili restaurant before, things were very similar, I hope that when they arrived, there would not be a group of half-human, half-beast monsters waiting for them to clean up, then in that case, the whole thing would really not be able to hide it.

Frank Custer also thought of this, and said with a grimace on his face: "Those bastards have been doing something wrong in those places, and I know what I will do, if I can turn humans into nightmares for other monsters......"

Things were worse than Strange and Frank Custer had expected, and by the time they arrived on a plane, the scene was already in chaos.

The Steele Grave family is home to a tavern, which is already a pile of ruins, and countless half-human, half-beast monsters are emerging from the ruins, and the outskirts of the tavern are surrounded by pedestrians and police, and those monsters are rushing towards the pedestrians and police.

You can imagine what kind of tragic situation will happen once those monsters break into the crowd!

.。 m.