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Claire's expression changed, and she immediately said to the airport staff in a serious tone: "We suspect there is a bomb on the plane, or there is something wrong with the plane itself. I hope you can do a comprehensive inspection."

"Impossible!" The airport manager came over and said without thinking, "We have carefully checked every plane, there will be no problem. Claire, you are also an old friend of ours, why do you believe the nonsense of a high school student?"

It can be seen that Claire is very familiar with the visitor.

Robb no longer controlled Claire.

Claire came back to her senses, although she was a little confused, but she continued, "Mr. Yakin, this is no longer a matter for high school students. All passengers are worried. As a psychotherapist, I understand this mentality very well. It can no longer be convinced by words."

As a psychotherapist who has worked with the airport for a long time, Claire's words carry a lot of weight.

Upon hearing this, Yajin looked around at the uneasy expressions on the returning passengers' faces.

Knowing that this matter must be resolved quickly, otherwise the falsehood will become true and affect the airport's reputation, he decided: "Then let's see with actual actions."

"Let Flight 130 take off." Yajin quickly gave the order on the intercom.

Soon, in front of the floor-to-ceiling window of the terminal hall, under the gaze of everyone on Flight 130, the plane that was originally carrying them took off smoothly and circled in the air.

"What do you think? We have said it many times. The airport has conducted many inspections on the safety of the aircraft. There is no possibility of an aircraft explosion." Yajin announced to everyone based on facts.

The passengers looked at Art, the culprit of all this, with blaming eyes.

Art didn't respond, but just looked at the plane flying overhead with a confused look.

"Mr. Art, because of your spreading of rumors, the airport has suffered unnecessary losses. Please be prepared to compensate."

Naturally, the airport cannot bear the losses caused by aircraft delays and take-off tests.

After explaining to Art with a bad look on his face, Yajin said to the passengers present: "Dear passengers, it has now been proven that the so-called plane explosion is a rumor. You can..."

boom! ! !

suddenly!

A loud explosion interrupted Yakin's speech.

He looked blankly, and saw a dazzling fire in the sky.

In an instant, he and the other passengers were stunned.

The plane...really exploded!

When the people on Flight 130 and even other people at the airport finally woke up from their fear and disbelief.

Screams, cries, and calls continued to be heard.

The entire airport fell into panic.

Just different from those who don't understand.

All the people who were on Flight 130 turned their heads and looked at the same person.

Art was also stunned by what was happening before his eyes.

Not to mention how everyone was feeling.

Robb, the only one present who did not look at Art, was still watching the explosion and sparks of Flight 130 in the sky and whispered:

"Sure enough, the god of death is coming."

At this moment, a cold wind suddenly appeared out of nowhere and swept towards the unsuspecting people on Flight 130.

This included Robb.

Robb could feel that an unknown, indifferent gaze filled with the meaning of death was looking at the passengers who escaped from Flight 130, as well as himself.

"how is this possible?"

Robb didn't understand.

Even if the plane exploded, with my strength, I could escape immediately. I would never end up dead. How could I be targeted by the god of death?

Or rather, not the Grim Reaper.

I have never heard of any being in hell being officially called the God of Death.

Judging from the performance of Final Destination, this should be more like a curse based on the law of cause and effect of death.

A person who was destined to die according to the cause and effect, luckily escaped because of the help of external forces.

But this is only temporary.

One day, what is owed will eventually be repaid.

This is exactly what the King of Hell wants you to die at three o'clock in the morning, and will at most allow you to live until five o'clock.

"Could it be that those defeated enemies in hell joined forces to do this to me?"

Robb could sense that the curse of the "God of Death" had fallen upon him.

He tried to erase it, but found there was no solution.

Robb frowned.

Things are in trouble.

Although normally, the Death Curse will not directly kill the target based on its own subjective initiative.

It is necessary to rely on the material conditions of the world, utilize the principles of physics, mechanics, geometry, etc., and adjust a small detail that people do not pay attention to, so as to produce fatal damage and kill the target.

But the problem is that if one of Death's plans is disrupted, he can quickly come up with a new, larger plan.

No matter what methods the targets use to escape the pursuit of the "God of Death", after they smile with seemingly success, what they will eventually face is only a larger web of death.

In all the Final Destination movies that Robb had watched, he had never seen anyone defeat the Grim Reaper in the end.

No matter what methods they use, the greatest effect can only be to delay time, not to truly get rid of it.

For Robb, all those various ways of killing people by the Grim Reaper were nothing to him who had 25 points of physique, epic physique, and regenerative ability.

Unless a meteorite falls from the sky and hits you on the head before you can react in time.

However, although it is not fatal, it is still a very tricky thing.

Robb doesn't want any accidents to happen all day long.

For example, getting hit by a car when going out, gas explosion at home, accelerator failure when driving, sudden tension when having fun with girlfriends, etc.

Although these things will not endanger your life, dealing with them one by one will waste a lot of time and even cost you money.

In addition, these accidents are likely to affect people around you.

Robb thought about it and decided not to go back to New Orleans for the time being.

Let’s solve the current trouble first.

Robb glanced at the surviving passengers who were feeling lucky not to have boarded the plane, unaware that their fate was sealed. He shook his head and turned away.

……

Chapter 344 Chapter Coming Quickly

"I'm sorry, sir, you can't leave for now. The Los Angeles police and the FBI will be here soon. As one of the parties involved, you..."

Just as Robb was about to leave, the airport security personnel quickly stopped him. When Robb was explaining the reason, the other party paused and stepped aside.

Robb was about to step forward.

Tick ​​tock...tick tock...

The very slight sound of water drops goes unnoticed in the noisy airport.

However, Robb caught it quickly with his powerful hearing.

As he was about to leave, he looked up and saw water leaking from the towering ceiling of the airport. The water fell straight to the edge of a paper cup containing a drink on the service counter next to the boarding gate.

ta~ta~ta~

Under the force of water drops falling from high altitude, one end of the already thin paper cup gradually collapsed downwards.

I could see the whole paper cup was about to fall over.

The owner of the paper cup, the stewardess who noticed this in time, quickly picked up the paper cup.

However, she misjudged the capacity of the paper cup.

When she picked up the paper cup and applied a little force with her palm, the paper cup shrank directly, and a large amount of drink sprayed out and fell on the counter, while a part of it flowed to the ground due to gravity.

"Shet!"

The flight attendant cursed inwardly, quickly opened the drawer under the counter, pulled out a towel, closed the door with a "bang", and began to wipe.

At this moment, under the impact of the cabinet door slamming shut, a screw that was already loose at the bottom corner of the counter finally fell off. After rolling for a while, it stopped on the ground with the sharp needle facing upwards.

The sound of spilled drinks attracted the attention of others.

The nearest male passenger on Flight 130 turned around and saw the well-built stewardess bending over to clean up. He kindly stepped forward and asked if she needed help.

He walked towards the other person.

Suddenly, the male passenger's right foot stepped on the drink that had spilled onto the ground. His foot slipped, and he fell down with a scream.

Looking at the direction it fell, it was exactly where the screw fell.

If nothing goes wrong, the needle tip of the screw will come into close contact with the male passenger's temple.

Until then...

Robb waved his hand, and the screws on the ground flew away with a "whoosh".

puff.

The male passenger fell down and hit his head on the ground with a loud bang.

I didn't look at the male passenger again as he held his head and screamed in agony.

Robb's eyes fell on the screw that he had moved away. He stretched out his hand and the screw flew into his hand in an instant.

"Starting so soon?"

Robb looked at the plain screw in his hand.

In any other context, it is non-threatening.

But just now, it was enough to be fatal.

This series of seemingly normal but actually interconnected coincidences is undoubtedly the work of the god of death.

Robb didn't expect the other party to move so quickly.

Normally, there shouldn't be a buffer time.

Is it because he saved everyone on the plane?

Art, who had been warned of the plane explosion, was able to rescue a dozen people who would have died in the explosion.

With a snap of his fingers, he brought all the people on the plane down.

Is the God of Death eager to reap those who escape death as soon as possible?

"I don't know when it will be my turn?"

He looked back for one last time at the bewildered passengers.

I can save them once, but I can't save them every time.

Robb shook his head and walked out of the airport.

……

Madison hasn't left yet.

After seeing Robb off, because her identity was discovered again, she stayed a little longer to fulfill her fans' wishes for autographs and photos.

When she finished all this, she came to the parking lot and got into her sports car.

boom!

The sound of a car door opening was heard, and someone sat in the passenger seat with ease.

Madison turned her head, took off her sunglasses, and asked in surprise: "Robb, why are you back?"

"Missed you." Robb blurted out.