Chapter 90
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Zhang Jue opened his eyes and saw the disappeared passengers, including the cabin crew, appear in front of him again. They stood in their respective seats, their eyes empty as they surrounded him.
They looked like zombies in horror movies.
What the hell, what the hell is going on? Is this a live version of the movie?
Zhang Jue squinted his eyes.
Needless to say, these people must have been controlled by some means.
It was 1: 30 in the morning, in the enclosed cabin, these strange passengers looked very scary.
If it was a timid person, they would have peed their pants the moment they saw them.
Unfortunately, they were facing Zhang Jue, the Zhang Jue who was not afraid.
These fancy things looked cool, but to him, they were of no use.
Zhang Jue had a natural immunity to magic, plus the ability to ignore fear, so he had a huge advantage when dealing with these things.
To deal with Zhang Jue, they must use physical attacks with strong destructive power, otherwise, they would not even be able to break through his defense.
Zhang Jue was thinking about how to deal with these people, but they were one step ahead of him.
A gun suddenly appeared in everyone's hand.
What the hell?
How can this be?
Do they think this is magic?
Zhang Jue did not have time to complain, he jumped up and jumped out of their encirclement, because everyone had pointed their guns at him.
"Bang bang bang bang bang!"
The gunshots were continuous.
Zhang Jue hid behind a chair, but he was quickly shot, and he was shot twice.
If it was not for his self-healing ability, the game would have been over.
Obviously, the people who wanted to kill him knew where his weakness was.
He was the same as Abel, although he had some resistance to physical attacks, in the face of absolute numbers, his self-healing ability was not enough.
However, after this round of escape, he also found these people's weakness.
Because they were being controlled, their movements were very mechanical and very slow. As long as he maintained a certain speed, their muzzles would not be able to keep up with his footsteps.
He went behind a person and tried to wake him up, but before he could do anything, the other people's guns were already there.
Zhang Jue jumped away, but that person was shot full of holes by his companions.
These people had lost their minds, as if nothing else mattered other than killing Zhang Jue.
This could not go on.
After all, the space in the cabin was limited, and when Zhang Jue escaped, several passengers had already died under their own guns.
Although Zhang Jue was not sad, so many people died because of him, more or less, he felt bad, so he decided to save as many people as he could.
"Do you think I'm seriously ill if a tiger doesn't send a cat?"
Zhang Jue shouted a line many years ago, stepped on the back of a chair, and jumped.
His head was only a few centimeters from the top of the cabin.
Seeing Zhang Jue jump into the air, all the passengers raised their hands and pointed their guns at him.
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