Contingency Plan

It was actually a set of brass knuckles!

The inside of the brass knuckles was smooth, lined with flannel, and felt quite comfortable when worn. However, the knuckle joints were studded with screws, gears, and the like—their sharp edges alone made one deeply aware of their lethality.

Fang Linyan tried them on and expressed that the feel was excellent, quite satisfied. Moreover, this item had strong concealment; with his right hand tucked into his pants pocket or sleeve, it was hard for others to detect the hidden danger lurking within.

But what puzzled him a bit was that the Voodoo Doll he had hastily crafted earlier, once completed, seemed to have gained the space's recognition and displayed specific attributes. Yet this brass knuckle, into which he had poured ten times the effort and material cost of the Voodoo Doll, and which he personally considered a rare masterpiece, received no response from the space at all.

Aside from this brass knuckle, Fang Linyan began assembling more weapons. At this point, he was also secretly relieved, grateful that he had deduced the extreme danger of this flight in advance and prepared these self-defense items as a precaution. Otherwise, completing the mission would have been an extremely difficult task.

Just as Fang Linyan was busy, the airplane's broadcast suddenly sounded: the gist of it was something like "Dear passengers, welcome, please enjoy our service," and so on. After cutting through the pleasantries, the flight attendant got down to business, announcing that meals would be served to passengers in half an hour.

Hearing this, a realization dawned in Fang Linyan's mind: if the terrorists planned to act, the start of meal service would be a good opportunity. When the flight attendants began serving, the cockpit door might open, and their movement through the cabin would draw some attention, making a plan to seize the cockpit less conspicuous.

Meanwhile, with the flight attendants dispersed to serve meals, there would be less resistance when taking over the cockpit.

Of course, these factors didn't have a huge impact on the overall situation. Even accounting for them, they could only increase the success rate by one or two percentage points at most.

But for these people who valued their terrorist cause more than life itself, even one or two percentage points—or even 0.1%—were worth pursuing.

With a soft click, Fang Linyan assembled the last component. The final weapon he had crafted with his own hands was freshly finished, and he casually tucked it into his waistband.

Then Fang Linyan checked the time and muttered to himself:

"Twenty-seven minutes until meal service."

At this moment, he remained calm and composed, because what he had to do next was not easy. It wasn't hard to deduce that if the terrorists wanted to storm the cockpit, they would definitely place members in first class, the closest section to the cockpit. That way, whether for gathering, discussing matters, or handling emergencies, it would be quite convenient.

Thus, Fang Linyan could almost be certain that there were at least two terrorists in first class. His priority now was to identify them first. If he couldn't, he would be at a serious disadvantage.

"Five minutes." That was the deadline Fang Linyan set for himself.

If he couldn't accomplish this within five minutes, he would have to abandon the first plan and switch to a riskier second one. But as the saying goes, fortune favors the bold. For Fang Linyan, who was treading on thin ice at this moment, he couldn't afford to worry too much.

Time slipped by quickly, and five minutes passed in an instant. Unfortunately, Fang Linyan didn't spot any suspicious individuals in first class—or, to be more precise, everyone seemed suspicious. But that didn't help at all; he couldn't just kill everyone.

So, Fang Linyan sighed and silently took out an item. Yes, it was the Voodoo Doll he had crafted himself. He really didn't want to do this, but if he didn't, perfectly completing the main mission would be nearly impossible—this was almost the only choice.

Then, he closed his eyes and directly cast the Black Witchcraft: Blood Spider! Immediately, a bizarre, semi-transparent dark-red little spider leaped out from the Voodoo Doll, nimble and lively, bouncing a few times before crawling straight toward the cockpit door about ten meters ahead.

The Blood Spider was both real and illusory. In scientific terms, its essence was a wisp of mist produced by evaporating blood, mixed with malicious supernatural power. As long as the mist could drift through, the Blood Spider could pass.

Thus, although the door connecting first class and the cockpit was sturdy and locked, it still had gaps. The Blood Spider easily crawled through, then leaped and bit the neck of the co-pilot sitting in the right seat!

With that bite, the effect immediately took hold. The co-pilot clutched his neck and let out a long scream, writhing in pain. He jumped up from his seat and rolled on the floor.

Faced with this sudden incident, the captain in the pilot's seat was stunned. Fortunately, the plane was on autopilot, so he quickly stood up to help his colleague. But the cockpit couldn't be left unattended for long. Realizing he couldn't handle the situation alone, the captain's first reaction was to call the flight attendants for help on the non-public intercom.

When the captain said a colleague had suddenly fallen ill and needed assistance, the flight attendants naturally changed expression and didn't dare delay. Two of them immediately went to help. This played right into Fang Linyan's hands, because to help, they would have to do one thing: open the cockpit door!

As soon as the flight attendants opened the door, Fang Linyan immediately stood up from his seat, rushed forward, roughly shoved the flight attendant aside, slipped into the cockpit, slammed the door shut, locked it, and turned to face the charging captain with a fierce punch!

The captain, confident in his burly physique that clearly towered over Fang Linyan, charged straight in, intending to take the punch, pin Fang Linyan down, and throw him to the ground. But he didn't notice that Fang Linyan's fist was wearing the specially crafted brass knuckles!

As a result, the captain's hands had just grabbed Fang Linyan's shoulders when a heavy punch landed on his abdomen.

Instantly, the captain felt as if he had been rammed by a mad bull. His internal organs seemed to twist and contort. He immediately gagged, knelt on the ground, his face pale.

Fang Linyan followed up with a knee strike to his nose, making his nose bleed profusely, stars flash before his eyes, and rendering him completely incapacitated.