The hypnotic gas filled the entire first-class cabin with smoke. It would have been highly effective against ordinary people. But when the two kidnappers, wrapped from head to toe, approached Harry, they discovered that the child beside him was staring at them intently, seemingly unaffected by the gas.
They had no time to wonder why something so strange was happening. Black Sky had already pounced on one of them.
She ripped the gas mask off one man's face and struck him in the throat three times in rapid succession. He collapsed with a strange, gurgling cry, his fragile throat crushed to pieces by Black Sky.
The other kidnapper had only just reacted, pulling out a dagger and thrusting it at Black Sky, when a flash of cold light appeared before his eyes. A dagger spun through the plastic visor of his mask and pierced his left eye.
It was the dagger carried by his accomplice. Black Sky had snatched it and used it as a throwing weapon.
The man screamed in agony, but his cry soon cut off. Black Sky had pounced on him again, pulled out the dagger, and slit his throat.
The whole thing took only a few seconds. The two kidnappers, who had thought they had everything under control, died at Black Sky's hands.
Eight hours later, the plane landed smoothly at the capital's airport in China, only to be surrounded in an instant by a group of armed military police.
After Harry woke up, he was taken to a safe house for protection. Black Sky was treated as Harry's companion and sent there to keep him company.
Li Bai was at a loss. At this rate, visiting the Museum of the War of Resistance was going to be a problem.
"Master, who do you think would