Dragon Tattoo - Chapter 510 Li Hong An Ran

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All of this lasted less than two minutes. When Wenlong loosened the handcuff chains behind his back, the thug in his arms was lying helplessly on the ground, a corpse. His neck was cut by the chains, leaving a deep, bloody groove. His face had turned a terrible purplish-red due to lack of oxygen, and his features were twisted and distorted in extreme pain, swelling up like a pig's head.
Their fight was very short and didn't make much noise, but the leader of the gangsters died in a horrific manner. Everyone in the first-class cabin stared in disbelief, and several flight attendants were so frightened by the sight of the dead man that they couldn't help but vomit on the spot.
Only the flight attendant remained relatively calm. Suppressing her discomfort, she retrieved the key from the deceased and unlocked the handcuffs on his back. He quickly pulled himself up, loosened his wrists, and said "thank you" to the flight attendant. She lowered her head shyly, as if unable to meet his gaze.
During their struggle, they managed not to alert the other robbers, which Wenlong found fortunate. Seeing that the passengers in first class were somewhat restless, he quickly summoned the flight attendants and stewardesses, asking them to calm the passengers down and ensure they did not move around unnecessarily. There were still two robbers on the plane, and they could not be considered out of danger until they were dealt with.
While the flight attendants were busy, Wenlong pulled the flight attendant aside and gave her some instructions. Although she still looked shaken, she listened attentively and nodded in understanding. This matter was somewhat risky for her, but at this point he had no other choice; she was the only assistant he could find.
With her help, a thug was quickly brought over, and Wenlong, who was hiding behind the door, struck him on the right side of his spine with a palm. The severe blow to his kidneys prevented the man from even opening his mouth to call out. Wenlong then punched him completely unconscious, and at the same time, he caught the falling body and silently finished him off. He then tied the man to a chair in the flight attendant's lounge.
However, the other bandit did not have such a smooth journey. He suddenly stopped as he walked over, as if he had sensed that something was wrong. Fearing that he would turn around and run away or take hostages again, Wenlong fired a shot with his Type 54 rifle, hitting him squarely in the back of the neck. A stream of blood gushed out like a fountain, and then he slowly collapsed to the ground.
Wenlong sensed something was wrong when he saw the man kneeling forward, fearing that the body facing down would trigger the pressure-sensitive detonator. Fortunately, the shot hit the target perfectly, shattering the connection between the spine and brain. The shock to the central nervous system caused him to lose control for a moment but not immediately fall. In that instant, he rushed forward and caught the body. Although it inevitably touched the ground, the pressure was not high enough to trigger an explosion.
At this point, he had eliminated all four hijackers on the plane. Although the processes and methods differed greatly, every step was fraught with danger and uncertainty; a slight misstep could have led to disastrous consequences. Fortunately, everything turned out alright. His next task was to instruct the crew to remove the explosives and detonators from the hijackers and secretly store them, along with the three deceased bodies, in the lower cargo hold to prevent any accidents. The sole surviving hijacker remained bound until after the plane landed, at which point he would be handed over to the police.
However, Wenlong never took off his mask. In order to avoid unnecessary questioning, he did not want to reveal his identity in front of others. Now, the only thing he wanted to do was to be with the woman he loved.
But when he reached the restroom door, an unexpected figure was standing there. The flight attendant watched him quietly. She had cooperated perfectly with his actions from beginning to end, and the level of understanding between them was astonishing, but he had no idea why she had come.
"Thank you, you were a great help today," Wenlong said to her with a smile.
"It's alright, it's what I should do." She stared at him with her beautiful eyes, speaking softly.
"Uh, I need to use the restroom." Wenlong nodded and pointed to the restroom door.
She then realized what she had done and seemed a little embarrassed. Two red clouds appeared on her face, and she took two steps back to step aside.
Just as Wenlong was about to push open the door, the flight attendant bit her lower lip and made up her mind to ask, "Mr. Lu, do you often go to Sanya?"
"No, this is my first time going." Wenlong stopped and replied, somewhat puzzled.
"Is there a problem?" he asked casually.
"No, it's nothing, please rest." The flight attendant shook her head, gave a very standard salute, and then turned and walked back to first class, but I clearly saw a look of disappointment flash across her face.
Wenlong shook his head, putting the matter aside, and knocked on the door with the previously agreed signal. The bathroom door, which had been firmly closed, was quickly opened, and Weng Lihong rushed into his arms, her fragrance wafting through the air. She sniffed with concern, saying, "Wenlong, why did you make me wait so long? I was so worried."
"How are you? Are you alright?" she asked, while gently touching Wenlong's body with her soft, white hands, as if only then could she feel at ease.
"Hehe, with my strength, how could anything happen to me?" Wenlong stretched his joints, struck a confident pose, and laughed.
"Mmm, mmm, my Wenlong husband is the best, you are my hero." Weng Lihong cupped his cheeks in her hands and gave him kisses repeatedly. Her soft and plump body writhed in his arms. The feeling of holding her warm and soft body made him feel completely relaxed, and he forgot all about the bloody battle he had just experienced.
"With my darling here, of course I'll protect you. No one can lay a finger on you." Wenlong wrapped his arms around Weng Lihong's slender waist and whispered in her ear.
"Husband, I love you so much..." His sweet words made Weng Lihong ecstatic. Her warm body writhed in his arms like a snake, and his mouth and nose were filled with her fragrance, which was as sweet as orchids and musk. His desire began to rise again without him realizing it.
"Husband, do you want me?" Weng Lihong clearly noticed the change in him. She slid her slender hand down and gently rubbed the bulge in his crotch, while looking at him with incredibly charming eyes.
Wenlong felt a surge of heat rush to his heart, but Weng Lihong did not stop what she was doing. Instead, she grabbed his hand with her other hand and placed it on her chest. Through the sequined fabric, he could feel the fullness and plumpness of the two lumps of flesh below.
"My great hero, take Aunt Weng." Weng Lihong's sweet moan reached his ears, and his lower body instantly became as hard as an iron rod. The beautiful woman in front of him, coupled with the situation, was too stimulating. Any man would be dominated by his lower body at this moment.
But just as Weng Lihong began to unzip his belt, the last vestige of his consciousness stopped her from taking any further action. It wasn't that he didn't want to, but the timing wasn't right. There were still a bunch of messy things to deal with outside, and he couldn't stay in the bathroom until the plane landed.
With Wenlong's patient persuasion and tender comfort, Weng Lihong reluctantly accepted the truth. In the end, they argued for several minutes before finally leaving the washroom one after the other.
By this time, the cabin had returned to normal order, but the flight attendants were busy cleaning up the damage caused by the hijackers, so no one noticed the man and woman coming out of the lavatory, nor did anyone remember when they had gone in.
Wenlong took off the bandit clothes he used to disguise himself and returned to his original well-dressed and handsome young man. Weng Lihong was as radiant as before, and she affectionately took his arm and walked with him back to the first class cabin.
Just then, several flight attendants had just removed the four explosive devices from the bandits and were pushing them in a stainless steel food cart, preparing to transport them to the lower cargo hold. Just as they reached the door of the first-class cabin, a passenger in the third-to-last row of the first-class cabin suddenly stood up.
This is a tall and slender woman wearing a fashionable and sexy leather jacket and pants, but she has a large striped headscarf wrapped around her head. However, from her fair skin and a pair of large blue eyes, it can be seen that she should have Caucasian ancestry.
Since boarding the plane, she has been resting quietly in her seat, rarely interacting with the rich second-generation and young models. She also ate very little food during the meal. So, although her appearance and figure are very eye-catching, people did not pay much attention to her.
The stainless steel food cart passed right by the woman. As she stood up, she grabbed two or three sticks of explosives and quickly said something in Arabic. Before anyone could understand, she ran towards the economy class, seemingly intending to detonate the explosives midway through the flight. At that moment, several flight attendants were blocked by the stainless steel food cart, and the passengers in first class didn't even have time to react. He was also separated from her by the entire cabin and had no time to intervene or stop her.
At this critical moment, unexpectedly, the woman took two steps and suddenly stumbled, as if she had tripped over something. She fell face-first into the mud, and the explosives in her hand were thrown out, landing squarely in the arms of several economy class passengers, who screamed in fright.
In those few seconds of delay, several flight attendants caught up and, before the woman could get up again, swarmed her and pinned her to the ground. After being restrained, the woman continued to curse them, mixing Arabic and Chinese. Although her hands and feet were held down, she kept struggling. In the end, they had to handcuff her.

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