Chapter 376 (1/2)
Before the dwarf Japanese had time to put back the bomb remote control in his hand, the plane entered a bumpy state again, and the remote control in his hand was thrown high.
Dong Wenfeng jumped and grabbed the bomb remote control in his hand.
Seeing that the bomb remote control fell into Dong Wenfeng's hand, the little Japanese wondered when their ”little brother” was so good, but they didn't think about other aspects.
”Thin man, I didn't expect you to be so powerful now. Go back and I recommend you to the organization as a small leader. Give me the remote control first.”
Seeing that Dong Wenfeng's skill was so agile, the little Japanese were more afraid of Dong Wenfeng. He was afraid that Dong Wenfeng would rob him of his position.
”Boss, this remote control is so dangerous. It's better for me to keep it.” Dong Wenfeng smiled and put the remote control away.
”You, how dare you betray me? Say what you want, I can satisfy you now. ”
The dwarf Japanese obviously didn't expect Dong Wenfeng to come to such a play. He thought that Dong Wenfeng would do so just to strive for more interests.
Every time their team goes out on a mission, the majority of their interests are eaten by him alone, which will inevitably cause the dissatisfaction of their subordinates.
”Boss, I don't want anything. I just want to go back safely.”
The little Japanese people thought that Dong Wenfeng's return meant returning to the Japanese country, but they didn't know that his return was Xianggang.
”Boy, you dare to play the tiger with me and die, don't you? Return the remote control to me quickly. We are still members of a team, otherwise you know the consequences.”
The little Japanese took out his pistol and pointed at Dong Wenfeng. He gnashed his teeth and threatened to see that he ordered Dong Wenfeng not to move. He felt that he had lost face in front of the old man.
”I won't give you the remote control, but you don't want to go back to Japan.”
When he heard Dong Wenfeng say the word ”Japan”, he realized that Dong Wenfeng was not his little brother, because Japanese people would not call their country that way.
He knew it was late and didn't say anything. He fired at Dong Wenfeng. The sound of the gun rang out in the control room, accompanied by the scream of the stewardess.
”How is that possible?”
The little Japanese man exclaimed. Seeing that Dong Wenfeng didn't dodge or hide, he directly stretched out his hand and picked up the bullet.
”Ding”
The bullet was caught between Dong Wenfeng's fingers. This scene stunned everyone, which was even more shocking than the effect of empty handed white blade. The bullet fell from Dong Wenfeng's hand on the ground of the engine room.
”Chinese practitioners?”
The little Japanese man said bitterly that he had heard the legend of Chinese practitioners before. In his mind, Chinese practitioners are a group of omnipotent people, comparable to the super soldiers of Japanese ninjas.
If Dong Wenfeng could hear the inner monologue of the short Japanese, he would surely sneer: the Japanese ninja is a fart. In front of him is a dish. He can eat as he wants.
”Whew”