Volcanic ash filled the air, making it feel like walking through thick fog. After wandering around for quite a while, Jiang Hao finally found the airport. It was very small, with a runway only four or five hundred meters long, capable of handling only small business jets.
Jiang Hao looked around and found a hangar. Its doors were locked, but that was no obstacle for him. He used Iron Wire to pick the lock and pulled the doors open. Inside was a plane he recognized: a twin-engine Cessna 340A.
Why was he so familiar with it? Because in the movie 2012, the protagonist had flown one while escaping with his family.
For a moment, Jiang Hao felt dazed. Could this world really be 2012? That would be terrifying. He hoped it was not.
He found a tow bar nearby, grabbed the tire, and dragged the plane outside. Just as the nose emerged halfway from the hangar, Jiang Hao suddenly sensed danger. He sprang aside, and gunshots rang out at that very moment. "Bang! Bang! Bang!"
Several bullets struck the spot where Jiang Hao had just been standing.
If his Sixth Sense had not been so sharp, they might have taken him out from behind. What the hell? No grudge, no history, and they were already trying to kill him.
Jiang Hao hid behind the hangar wall and took out a gun from his space. Just then, he heard a man shout, "Kill that guy! Get the plane out, and we leave immediately! Cough, cough, cough."
Trying to steal his plane? There was no way Jiang Hao would give it to them.
A blurry figure poked his head out.
"Bang!"
Jiang Hao dropped the man with one shot. Seeing one of their own killed, the others were startled. "He has a