A Hand Grabbed the Enemy

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The plane was still in autopilot mode as Fang Linyan approached the co-pilot who had been bitten by the Blood Spider. In a few quick moves, he tied him up, because the pain would subside in just a few more minutes. If he didn't prepare for this now, what would happen if the man later broke free and ruined his plans?

After finishing this, Fang Linyan went over to the pilot he had knocked down. The pilot was just about to recover, but Fang Linyan ruthlessly threw another punch, sending him back to his knees, retching.

Seizing the moment, Fang Linyan moved behind him, locked an arm around his neck, and pressed a sharp nail against the pilot's eyeball. His voice was cold as he said:

"Do you want to live or die?"

The pilot gasped but didn't answer, only to feel the pressure from the nail suddenly increase. He let out a sharp scream and shouted:

"Live! I want to live!"

Fang Linyan asked flatly:

"What's the nearest airport?"

The pilot panted:

"Boston Airport, the one we just took off from."

Fang Linyan said indifferently:

"Good. Now adjust the course, we're flying back. Contact the tower and tell them there's a hijacking and we need to return immediately. Don't try any tricks—I have a bomb on me. If you want to die, we can all go together."

Yes, this was Fang Linyan's second plan!

Strike first, Hijack the plane ahead of time!!

Hearing Fang Linyan's demands, the pilot was stunned for a moment, but after thinking it over, he realized that what Fang Linyan was asking was surprisingly lenient. So he cooperated and agreed.

Only then did Fang Linyan let out a breath, knowing he was already halfway to success. He then signaled the pilot to hand him the intercom—the one that could broadcast to all the passengers.

Soon, Fang Linyan's calm voice echoed through the cabin:

"Ladies and gentlemen, good morning. I am very sorry to inform you of an unfortunate piece of news: your journey is about to encounter a small setback."

"Because this plane has been hijacked by me. We will fly back to Boston, and then everyone will take their luggage and go home safely—of course, provided those damn cops agree to release my brother."

"Oh, and one more thing to warn you: if they refuse to grant even this small request of mine, then I'm sorry, but I will kill one hostage every hour. I already have cancer anyway, so if anyone tries anything, I'll detonate the bomb on me and we'll all die together!"

After saying the last sentence, a cold smirk curled at the corner of Fang Linyan's mouth. Yes, he had successfully shifted the pressure onto those damn terrorists!

These bastards wanted to take over the plane, but he had already seized the cockpit first. That made things quite interesting.

These terrorists had been brainwashed to be fearless of death, even to the point of willingly crashing the plane into a building. In their minds, completing the mission was undoubtedly more important than their own lives.

And the key to the mission's success lay in controlling the cockpit! So, by making a surprise move and taking the cockpit into his own hands first, Fang Linyan had essentially used the Eagle Claw Iron Cloth Shirt technique—grabbing them right by the balls. He turned the tables completely, leaving them as anxious as ants on a hot pan.

Why? Because once the plane landed back in Boston, local security would be on high alert, making it nearly impossible for them to hijack the plane again.

So, this was essentially a psychological game. The plane had been in the air for less than twenty minutes. That meant the terrorists had only these twenty minutes to plan and counter Fang Linyan's preemptive strike! As the saying goes, haste makes waste—there was a very high chance they would slip up.

Of course, there was another huge advantage to Fang Linyan seizing control of the plane first. In the eyes of everyone else, he was now just another desperate criminal and terrorist—he had even threatened to kill a hostage every hour and blow up the plane.

So the real terrorists were left with no choice but to swallow their bitterness. Because their usual methods of intimidation were nothing more than hostages and blowing up the plane!

And now, they couldn't exactly walk up to Fang Linyan and say, "Get the hell out and let us take the cockpit, or we'll kill the passengers, or we'll blow up the plane ourselves!"

Too bad—Fang Linyan clearly didn't give a damn about that. Their threats were about as effective as a middle-aged bald man's virility after paying his dues.

In fact, for these real terrorists, until the plane crashed into that building, they were even more eager than the crew to see nothing go wrong! And now, their hatred and attention had been completely drawn to Fang Linyan's actions. So they wouldn't have any spare thought to target the passengers—which was exactly what Fang Linyan wanted.

After waiting about five minutes, Fang Linyan noticed that the hidden terrorists still hadn't made a move. A cold smile crept onto his face as he decided to pour fuel on the fire. He "discussed" a few things with the pilot—of course, with a sharp object pressed against a vital spot.

The pilot shrugged after hearing Fang Linyan's request. He didn't see anything wrong with it—standard procedure. Soon, the broadcast rang out again:

"According to instructions from the tower, due to our temporary return, the aircraft is currently overweight and does not meet the safe landing weight. We will be performing an in-flight fuel dump, releasing eight tons of fuel from the tanks, keeping only enough to return safely to Boston. Passengers who see this from the windows, please do not panic."

For ordinary passengers, this broadcast probably left them in a state of confused shock before they resumed panicking, not really caring about the details.

But for the terrorists with ulterior motives, this was a thunderbolt of doom!

If the plane dumped most of its fuel, leaving only enough to return to Boston, then how the hell were they supposed to crash into a skyscraper?!

That meant if they didn't act now, once the fuel was gone, even if they succeeded later, it would be too late!

Then, Fang Linyan had the pilot release another announcement:

"There is an injured person in the cockpit! Please note, there is an injured person in the cockpit. We need a doctor with emergency medical skills and a volunteer to assist. Anyone willing, please come to the first-class cabin and stand by."