The plane cut through the sky, soaring through the azure heavens, yet no one knew that a struggle between life and death had only just begun.
In Mi Country, an abnormal report from the plane had already been received; it had flown over the Mexican Dollar, but it was not continuing along its original route.
"Hurry, find out what's going on, call the captain on the plane," the people at Mi Country's airline were highly tense, as there had been too many accidents lately.
While Mi Country was somewhat in a panic, Ye Ling had already made his way into the economy class, stumbling in and voluntarily raising his hands.
"Big... Big brother, I was just going to the bathroom, I was about to burst, the guy above in the cabin let me out."
Ye Ling crouched on the ground, a face full of pleading, while five or six highly tense organization members pointed their guns directly at Ye Ling.
