"What? An explosion occurred at the airport?"

When Zhong Boyong got off the car, he held the phone in his hand, his face full of shock and fear.

"When did it happen? How about the Ma family's plane? What about our people? Have you achieved your goals according to the scheduled plan?"

Zhong Boyong was trembling all over. If something happened at the airport and he failed to stick the sticky bomb on Wan Taklin's private plane as planned, then what's the point of all this he did?

Wan Taklin is not dead. When she goes back and finds that her nest has been destroyed, he and the Zhong family behind him will usher in an evil god-level surrender, with extremely terrifying revenge!

No one can bear this consequence, even Lu Fan can do it!

He hung up the phone, walked towards the atrium with great strides. He hesitated for a moment when entering the door, and called Lu Fan again. He asked if it was inconvenient to him and came to the attic of the atrium to meet him.

In less than five minutes, Lu Fan pushed the door and walked in.

Behind him, Zhong Wan'er was also following.

"Wan'er, are you back too?"

Seeing that even Zhong Wan'er had returned from the Civil Aviation Administration, Zhong Boyong's heart sank and his face looked ugly than death.

"The three killers we sent out were all killed in the explosion."

"The private plane of Majia, carrying Wan Taklin, has taken off and left Jiangnan and is flying closer to Southeast Asia."

After Zhong Wan'er came in, she briefly stated two of the issues that Zhong Boyong was most concerned about.

"All, all dead?"

Zhong Boyong's face turned pale like a paper: "Will our plan fail to succeed? Let Wan Taklin return to Southeast Asia smoothly?"

If the end result of the matter is like this, he will even start to think about a way out for himself and his family.

"However, there is still a bomb that is retained on the plane." Zhong Wan'er suddenly said.

"What did you say?" Zhong Boyong stood up excitedly. He looked at his daughter in disbelief: "There is another bomb on the plane? Is Wan Taklin's plane?"

Zhong Wan'er nodded: "Yes, in order to prevent accidents, I bribed the inspectors on Majia's private plane. During the inspection before the plane took off, a suitcase was placed inside. The box contained 30 kilograms of C4 explosives. The explosive impact of the plane was enough to instantly blow the plane into two pieces at a height of 10,000 meters. Wan Taklin would never return to Southeast Asia alive, absolutely not."

Zhong Boyong looked at Zhong Wan'er in a daze and suddenly smiled knowingly.

He has trained his adopted daughter for more than ten years and is preparing to let her accept the successor of the huge Zhong family. Tonight, he has completely matured.

He turned around, poured a pot of tea with his own hands, and then brought it to Zhong Wan'er: "I've got something for you to show you, sit down and talk about it."

Zhong Wan'er was flattered and took the tea bowl, then sat aside, quietly waiting for Zhong Boyong to speak.

After signaling Lu Fan to take his seat, Zhong Boyong took out his cell phone from his arms, clicked on a video, and put it on the table. The video was played in the video of the five hundred troops encircling the Salamen ancestral land that Zhong Boyong had seen in the club.

It took nearly half an hour, and after watching it, the two of them looked at each other.

Lu Fan did not speak. This was the first time he had seen the appearance of the Salamen ancestral land with his own eyes.

The inner shock is naturally unparalleled.

He saw with his own eyes the scene of the bone tower of the Salomon holy relic being blown to ashes in a rocket.

There are also countless corpses on the ground, as well as residual value broken arms...

"Didn't anyone show up for those ghost kings, guardians, etc?"

After the video was played, Lu Fan raised his head and asked.

"No, no."

Zhong Boyong said in confusion: "At that time, they besieged here and did not receive much resistance."

"After all, the firepower is very sufficient. When people enter to clear the yard, the cemetery was blown away. In the end, there should be no problem, right?"

He was obedient to Lu Fan's words now, and he expected to be happy and excited when he saw that Lu Fan did not show it.

I felt a little nervous, thinking that something was wrong in the middle, and looked at Lu Fan nervously, not even daring to take a breath.

But what he didn't know was that Lu Fan's concern did not come from this cemetery, but from Zhong Ziyan, who had once again fallen into a state of false death in the attic of the backyard.

He didn't tell anyone about Zhong Ziyan.

It is of great importance. Before he even himself figured out the answer, he didn't want Zhong Boyong and the others to worry about it.

"How long will it take to go before the plane explodes?" Lu Fan asked.

"In fifty minutes, Majia's private plane will blow up over the Pacific Ocean. I have already greeted the International Aviation Administration. At that time, we will receive the news as soon as possible." Zhong Wan'er said.

"Fifty minutes..."

Lu Fan took a deep breath: "Then let us wait and see."
Chapter completed!