It Automatically Jumped Out!

The captain was speaking when Fang Linyan snatched the microphone and said viciously:

"Don't try any tricks! I have surveillance here and can see everything inside the cabin. Everyone keep your hands on your heads and sit still. Anyone who comes must stand at least five meters away from the cockpit, and only two people are allowed. Otherwise, I'll detonate the bomb and we all die together!"

As Fang Linyan spoke, he was closely watching the monitor beside him, keeping an eye on the movements inside the cabin.

This was actually a deliberate flaw Fang Linyan had exposed.

Rather than painstakingly searching for people, why not let them jump out on their own?

If the terrorists still wanted to complete their mission, this opportunity to transport the wounded was their best chance. Under such rushed and pressing circumstances, they would definitely reveal some clues. Barring any surprises, they would surely fight tooth and nail for these two volunteer slots!

At the same time, the terrorists would certainly be sticking together. So at this critical moment, anyone whispering and interacting closely with the two volunteers would be highly suspicious.

There was another thing to keep in mind: when terrorists hijack a plane, they usually don't buy seats together but scatter throughout the cabin to better control unexpected situations. Therefore, Fang Linyan's difficulty in identifying the terrorists was greatly reduced. He only needed to keep a close eye on the few eager volunteers and observe their movements to make a judgment with eighty to ninety percent accuracy!

Within just a few dozen seconds, two volunteers were selected with great fanfare. They seemed genuinely worried about the wounded person's condition, rushing impatiently to the front of first class. The expressions on their faces were impassioned, as if they were anxious for the people, thinking of the people's needs, and deeply concerned.

The other passengers silently marveled at the warmth of human kindness. People with such a warm heart and willingness to act bravely for justice were truly rare these days. Even though they were risking their lives to save someone, they signed up eagerly, afraid of falling behind, as if they were rushing to grab discounted items at a supermarket. The anxious looks on their faces made it seem like their own relatives had been injured.

One of the two volunteers was Asian, around thirty years old, wearing glasses that made him look quite refined, but with a sturdy build.

The other was a black woman, heavily built.

Fang Linyan looked at the two on the monitor, smiled slightly, but made no move.

When the two volunteers arrived at the door, they pretended to be calm, but after waiting two minutes, they grew visibly restless, pacing back and forth like ants on a hot pan. Finally, the Asian man couldn't hold back and shouted at the camera:

"Didn't you call us here to treat the wounded? Don't you know that if the wound keeps bleeding, the injured person will be in serious danger!"

Fang Linyan chuckled inwardly, thinking it wasn't the wounded who were in danger, but the aviation fuel that was about to run out. He waited a little longer, letting their emotions build to the limit, then suddenly roared into the intercom:

"Didn't you fucking hear me? Don't come within five meters of the cockpit! I'll send the wounded out myself. Otherwise, you can just wait to collect his corpse!!! But it doesn't matter—killing one person will show my muscle and let those stupid cops in Boston know I'm not joking!"

When Fang Linyan said this, the two volunteers' eyes practically shot fire. But they realized this wouldn't open the cockpit door, so they could only retreat obediently.

However, Fang Linyan wasn't about to let it go. He toyed with them like a cat with a mouse, first claiming they were carrying weapons and making them strip, then saying they looked suspicious and demanding they recite their life stories.

The two were driven to distraction, burning with rage, but could only be manipulated like puppets on strings. Finally, they heard some good news: the hijacker seemed to have had his fun, said he was thirsty, and told them to bring a cup of coffee to the door. After he drank it, he would release the wounded.

After being tormented for so long, the two instinctively turned to leave upon hearing this, feeling a sense of "finally free" wash over them. They began to plan how to launch a surprise attack while fetching the coffee.

But then, unexpectedly, the cockpit door suddenly swung open! This sudden turn of events was completely outside their psychological blind spot.

Fang Linyan emerged from the doorway, raising his right hand. In his palm was a palm-sized hand crossbow, its parts disassembled and reassembled from earlier, with the bowstring made from a special steel wire taken from a clock's interior.

Did the design of this hand crossbow look familiar?

Yes, Fang Linyan had drawn inspiration from the middle-aged Contractor he had encountered earlier and managed to cobble together a knockoff!

This might sound difficult, but it didn't require any particularly advanced skills. In fact, a pistol only needed eight main parts and eleven secondary parts. Even the famous AK had just thirteen main components and thirty-four secondary ones, let alone this kind of short crossbow.

Of course, Fang Linyan could only replicate the mechanical structure. Being able to shoot electric needles from the hand crossbow like that middle-aged man and subdue people invisibly was impossible—that belonged to the realm of the Space's advanced technology.

Fang Linyan then raised his hand and fired. Upon entering the world, he had already possessed Basic Shooting LV1. At a distance of just five or six meters, even with his eyes closed, he had a high probability of hitting. So with one shot, a bolt made from a processed nail flew out and successfully struck the Asian man in the chest.

The Asian man felt a numbness in his chest. He took a step forward, then felt a sharp pain as blood quickly gushed out, staining his white shirt red. In an instant, his legs gave way, and he collapsed to his knees, gasping for breath. He felt the strength rapidly draining from his body.

Under these circumstances, he could only glare at Fang Linyan with eyes wide and bloodshot, as if facing a mortal enemy who had killed his father and taken his mother!

A tiny bolt wouldn't normally have such power. Why was it so effective? Because after processing it, Fang Linyan had coated it with a common toxic industrial powder, which took effect quickly upon entering the bloodstream.

The black woman, clearly not a professional, didn't make the optimal choice in the first moment—rushing at Fang Linyan while he reloaded. Instead, she screamed and, letting emotion cloud her judgment, first went to help her companion.

Only when her companion weakly pointed at Fang Linyan did she scream in fury and charge forward. Unfortunately, by then Fang Linyan had already finished reloading. He shrugged, aimed, and pulled the trigger.

Little Fang hijacks the plane first, leaving no chance for others to hijack—it's just basic operations, don't be alarmed, sit down. Otherwise, you won't be able to handle the flashy moves he pulls off to get an SS rating later!