Legend Of Dragon Lord

Chapter 32 A Solution

Compared to that, the plane hijacking before eyes seemed less important.

"Gary, after this, I hope you can introduce him to me. I've long admired the most mysterious chief." The

admiral smiled.

Gary pressed his lips. He knew clearly that what the thought in the Lieutenant General's mind.

He knew Frank's ability well. Two thirds of his own ability thanked to Frank.

"Sir, I can't promise you that." Gary was depressed about that. His words were powerless to Frank. If

Frank was not willing, no one could make him.

Lieutenant General smiled, "Have a try."

Nevertheless, from the expression of the Lieutenant General, he knew he had made up his mind to

have Frank.

Gary silently mourned for the Lieutenant General in his heart. He believed that Frank would not agree

to the Lieutenant General's conditions.

"Report this as well." The Lieutenant General gave a serious look, “Make sure the leaders understand

what the mysterious chief represents. Save the most time. Do not make the worst decision until the last

minute."

Gary was completely dumbfounded.

"You should trust in the power of the most mysterious chief." The Lieutenant General smiled. "The

Advice Department has analyzed the chief of the Dragon Lord Mercenary Regiment in great detail. The

most amazing thing is that he can survive in any situation. If he is really on that plane, he may have

started action by now."

Yes, this was the Lieutenant General's source of confidence. He did not know what kind of method

Frank would use to solve the crisis and he also did not know how much time Frank needed, but he

trusted in Frank.

Gary was surprised to understand the status of Frank in the country. There was a saying goes, I

disappeared in the circle, but my legend went viral in it.

"Yes, Sir!" Gary responded loudly, surging in the heart a sense of pride, as once a member of the

Dragon Lord Mercenary Regiment.

Meanwhile, on the plane.

The captain, played by the terrorist, was still speaking on the radio, but his words were surprisingly

humorous. Laughter could be heard in the cabin.

Frank was confused to distinguish, because there was too little information.

In the end, Frank gave up and put his hand on the wires after thinking for a while.

When these wires work, there will be a slight vibration through the current. Frank held his breath and

touched one by one of the more than twenty wires selected by him. According to the frequency and

size of the current vibration, and the size of the sound transmitted in the square wave, it must be the

transmission wire of the broadcast.

Even after the transformation of the Anonymous Fist, Frank's perception had been much stronger than Exclusive © material by Nô(/v)elDrama.Org.

an average person, but it was still difficult to achieve this.

Fortunately, he succeeded.

The seventh wire vibrates at exactly the same frequency as the sound coming from the radio.

"Found it?" As the door of storage room opened, the chief steward asked when she saw the joy on his

face.

Frank nodded and pointed to the wire he had found, "Please cut off the wire at the first time once you

receive my instructions."

The chief steward nodded and took out a pair of scissors from his body, indicating that this task was

very easy.

"Thank you."

Frank did not return to his seat after leaving the storage room.

The flight from Jiangzhou to Pecking typically took more than two hours, but the situation was unclear

and he didn't have much time left.

"Going to the baggage compartment?"

At Frank's request, all the airline stewardesses froze.

"Is life important or things important? I just want to see what can be used.” He knew what they were

worried about.

Now the most important thing was to open the door of the flight compartment. Frank was sure to solve

the people inside with one hand.

"I'll show you."

A airline stewardess stepped forward to take Frank to the baggage compartment, but there was nothing

can be used at all. Most of them were books and clothes.

He had to take steps. Frank gave a wry smile.

"Did you find anything to use, Mr. Ye?" The airline stewardess asked curiously.

Frank shook his head. "I've found it."

He had to be steady and act like he can solve problems all the time. There were ordinary people, who

were not his original members, so he had to give them the greatest encouragement at all times.

"Good." The airline stewardess smiled happily. Although Frank took nothing, she thought Frank must

be secretly ready since she knew nothing about it.

“Ladies and gentlemen, we are well over half way through the journey. You ought to thank me for the

pleasure I have shown you during this time, and now you ought to give me some pleasure.”

After leaving the baggage compartment, Frank heard such a sentence came from the radio. His face

suddenly became dark. He was right that the person who was taking the flight was a psychopath.

The crowd was curious as to why the captain said that on the radio, but they soon understood.

"There were seven of my companions on the plane before, they are all great funny soldiers. But it is a

pity that one of you betrayed them, which led to them being arrested by the military. Now I ask you to

find him, then I will leave you a survival quota!"

"Psychopath."

"Weren't those seven terrorists?"

"What on earth is the captain doing?"

While people were talking, many of them looked towards Izabella. They saw Frank had talked with

Gary. Some of them changed their expression. The sound of the gun spread from the radio when the

plane took off again emerged in their minds.

"I have a little gift for you so that you will believe me."

The sound of humor came from the radio, and no one felt the humor.

It was like being on a roller coaster in the next second. The whole plane plummeted, and there came

screeching, screaming and banging.

Even Frank, who was about to tell the chief steward to cut off the broadcast, had to grab the fixings

around him and hold the airline stewardess in his arms who was about to fly away.

Bang!

Another man bumped into him.

"Fuck."

His hands were completely occupied. Before he knew it, the man bumped straight into his chest. His

hands, like those of a drowning man, grasped lifelines and clasped them tightly around Frank's neck

and shoulders, his sharp nails pulled into his muscles, making Frank’s face aching.

Ten seconds later, the plane was flying steadily again.

"Now you can believe me, there are ten survival kits on the plane. Now you should perform for me. The

one who performs well will get the survival kits!"