"Crash the plane?"
Song Guanchao's eye and mouth muscles twitched in unison.
He wanted to say, "Are you joking with me?"
But after thinking it over, although the idea sounded absurd at first, it seemed like it might actually work.
If the plane were to be hit, wouldn't the people on board have to come down?
He immediately grabbed his phone to check the cost of the aircraft.
Hou Wen was on a Boeing 787-9, priced at $240 million, nearly 2 billion...
This is crazy...
20 billion for catching one person?
Are they insane?
He looked at Zeng Li somewhat blankly, "2 billion..."
"You..." Zeng Li's eyes also twitched, "Are you sick? I said to hit it, I didn't say to wreck it!"
"Just arrange a shuttle bus, slam it into the plane's wheels, a few thousand yuan should cover the repair."
"You could hit the wheels but instead you hit the body of the plane..."
Zeng Li didn't want to speak anymore; this guy's thought process was truly bizarre.
