A Bearded Man Is Planning to Hijack a Plane and Crash It into the World Trade Center

Inside the convenience store, Russell's ears twitched slightly. He was fully charged when he was startled awake by the explosion. Just as he was wondering why there was so much noise around him, he heard the whooshing sound of a propeller approaching.

"Flying so low, are they being hit and preparing for an emergency landing, or are they showing off their flying skills?"

Russell looked up and saw a huge dark shadow outside the window, and he could even see the innocent face of the pilot in the cockpit clearly.

"Oh no, siht!"

You can sit at home and an opportunity will come your way!

The sudden situation startled Russell, who quickly put the important items on the table into his Space Ring and turned to run towards the office door.

Bang!

Rumble!

The helicopter crashed into the convenience store's exterior wall, the immense impact causing the wall to collapse. But it didn't stop there; the helicopter continued forward. The roar of the propellers intensified, and after a series of metallic snapping sounds, the high-speed propeller detached from the fuselage, spinning and flying behind Russell.

Russell was running at full speed when his Sixth Sense warned him of danger. He heard a whooshing sound coming from behind him and, without thinking, he dove and lay flat on the ground. The propeller roared over his head and snapped into the load-bearing wall, sealing the door shut.

Luckily, if he had been any slower, Russell would have been cut short!

The helicopter stopped at Russell's feet, the cabin blocked by the upper and lower floors. Miraculously, the two pilots in the cockpit were unharmed. They saw Russell through the broken window, and without saying a word, they drew their pistols and started firing.

"Command, this is Little Bird 3, this is Little Bird 3..."

"Forced landing successful. The machine gunner fell onto the road midway and needs battlefield medical care. We have discovered the enemy at the landing site..."

While contacting command, the pilot fired at Russell. There was no cover in the office, and the only way out was blocked by the propeller, so he had to roll over and hide under the cockpit. Only after the pilot stopped firing did he draw his long knife and send the two men to hell one by one.

"Phew, it's finally over."

Having narrowly escaped death, Russell plopped down on the ground, still shaken. "Such a large shuriken pierced through me, I refuse to believe it's a coincidence, so... it must have been Death!"

Russell was so engrossed in his book that he didn't notice the signs of death approaching. It's also possible that death struck without warning. Either way, this was a very dangerous situation.

"It was a helicopter crash. Luckily, I was quick enough..." Russell stood up and tapped the helicopter's Ironhide, relieved. "As expected, movies are all lies. Helicopters don't usually explode after crashing unless the fuel tank leaks and there's an open flame nearby..."

[Bite!]

[Host has come into contact with a UH-60 utility helicopter, triggering Lottery Draw. Do you wish to draw a prize now?]

"Those who survive a great calamity are destined for good fortune; the ancients were right. I'm quite lucky today!"

Splash—

As soon as he finished speaking, the helicopter's two external auxiliary fuel tanks on the left and right sides began to spray fuel outwards wildly, while the internal main fuel tank located in the center of the cabin also began to leak.

Thousands of liters of aviation kerosene were spilled in the small office so quickly that no one could react in time. Russell blinked twice, and the whole room became flammable and explosive.

Russell: "..."

Before he could finish complaining about where the open flame was, black smoke suddenly billowed from the control panel in the helicopter cockpit, the radio crackled and hissed, sparks flew frequently, and sparks were sprayed towards the ground.

Russell felt a surge of anger rising in his chest. Unlike Death's previous attempts to create accidental deaths, this time the death trap was nothing short of a blatant murder. From the helicopter landing to the rotor detaching, to the pilot's gun attack, and finally the fuel tank leak and cabin fire, each step was meticulously planned and executed without pause. It was clear that Death was determined to target him and would not stop until he achieved his goal.

With his escape route blocked by the propellers and a helicopter firmly stuck in front of him, sparks had already ignited the flight fuel. Russell stood in the sea of fire, watching the flames coat the fuel tanks and ammunition; it seemed certain that he was doomed.

"System, use 'Skill Card: Steel Body'."

Boom!!!

Flames shot into the sky, and the huge explosion could be clearly heard several streets away. Thick smoke billowed into the sky, and the convenience store was blown to pieces, with goods of all sizes scattered all over the ground.

A dark 'corpse' was thrown by the shockwave of the explosion, leaping across the road like a cannonball, smashing through the wall and crashing into the house opposite.

Russell lay sprawled on the cold floor, steaming from his body. The card he had obtained from Shen Menghan had saved his life at the crucial moment.

He angrily raised a middle finger to the sky, opened his mouth and spit out black smoke. "Little brother, you're no good. You think you can kill me with this little bit of money? Not so easy!"

Click!

In the shockwave of the helicopter's secondary explosion, cracks appeared all over the walls of the house, and the roof collapsed with a bang. The entire house, like a set of overturned building blocks, instantly turned into ruins, burying Russell inside.

Half a minute later, a trembling arm emerged from the ruins. Russell pushed aside the bricks and tiles covering him, leaned against the wall in a disheveled state, and wisely chose to remain silent, circulating his Magic Power to accelerate his self-healing.

Whoosh whoosh whoosh————

Another helicopter approached with the roar of its rotors. Russell looked up and saw that his injuries had not fully healed, so he had no choice but to call Jason for help.

Jason had been nearby the whole time; he appeared almost immediately after Russell gave the order. He hoisted Russell onto his shoulder, activated his stealth ability, and slipped away from the pursuing army, heading towards the outskirts of the city.

"Jason, you're nearby, did you see how the helicopter crashed? You better not let me find out who did it!" Russell, having recovered from his injuries, leaned on Jason's back. If Jason found out who gave Death an opportunity to strike, he would definitely tear that person to pieces.

Jason: ㄟ(°-°)ㄏ

"You didn't see it? Never mind then, but I'll remember this grudge."

Death's attacks are becoming increasingly blatant, and as time goes on, the frequency of these attacks will only increase, not decrease. Based on Death's killing patterns, Russell deduced that his last two days would be very difficult, and once everyone else was dead, Death would be free to deal with him.

Today a helicopter might fall from the sky, tomorrow a Boeing airliner might fall, and the day after tomorrow an aircraft or meteorite might fall. In addition, earthquakes, tsunamis, and tornadoes are all possible.

Or, the president's hand slipped and he pressed the nuclear launch button.

Thinking about all the possible scenarios, Russell suddenly realized that the danger of Team Battle was nothing compared to the Grim Reaper, who could appear at any time and in any place in an unexpected way.

The main god drastically increased the difficulty of Team Battle. Not only Russell, but the other surviving teams also suffered from their own triggered story attacks. Iron-Blooded Hunter, aliens, zombies, vampires, Mutated Cannibal, ghosts, Evil Spirit, curses, and more—they were all relentlessly fighting to the death, no less formidable than Russell.

Of course, Russell didn't know any of this. He only knew that Shen Menghan's team was afflicted by a curse, making Team Battle even more difficult than his own. At least the Grim Reaper would kill according to the order in his little notebook, giving him some breathing room before everyone else died!

Team Battle day five!

Because of the government's announcement of terrorists and nuclear weapons, citizens fled in panic, leaving the city deserted except for the Reincarnator and the army.

Those Reincarnator have survived to this day are all among the most powerful and intelligent. Except for the unlucky ones who were discovered by the army due to ghost attacks, the others have all kept to themselves and never shown their faces.

The city was calm and peaceful, with few conflicts, but this was merely the calm before the storm. Various squads had suffered losses, and those with negative points had to fight desperately. Through communication among mental ability users, many squads chose to band together for mutual support. Acting alone would only result in further losses due to the army; only by joining forces could they currently maintain their interests.

As for who won the Team Battle, no one mentioned it, tacitly leaving it for the last day!

Russell was currently hiding in a wealthy man's luxurious villa. He originally intended to go to the warehouse where he had started, but halfway there, a satellite suddenly fell from the sky. This made him abandon his plan to go to the warehouse; the airport was nearby, and the possibility of being killed by a plane engine in the middle of the night was too high.

However, even the luxurious villas of the wealthy are not safe. Perhaps he is plagued by bad luck and has been having a run of misfortune lately. He discovered signs of human activity outside a villa just a few buildings away.

Those who remain in the city at this point, especially in wealthy areas, are undoubtedly Reincarnator.

Charge in and rack up kills?

No, the risk is too great. The surviving Reincarnator are generally quite strong.

However, we cannot ignore it; leaving it is a potential problem!

Russell thought for a moment, then took out his phone and dialed three numbers. "Hello, is this 911?"

"Yes, I reported the discovery of terrorists... The location is No. XO, OO Road, XX Villa Estate... What, there's no one in the city right now, and you're asking who I am?"

Russell glanced at the calendar on the wall. This world Final Destination, exactly 2000. He then said, "I'm just an ordinary, well-meaning citizen... Listen, who I am isn't important. What's important is that there's a very dangerous bearded man in that group who's planning to hijack planes and crash World Trade Center..."

"Of course, I'm perfectly clear-headed, I'm not high..."

"Okay, okay, I won't leave. I'll wait for you here!"