Love, death, and false man

Chapter 42. The Cataclysmic Calamity of the Sky
10/4—13:16
The interior of the Global 7500 cabin.

Xia Bing's attack was too powerful. The hound restrained the enemy, the steel ball exploded in a directional burst, the high-temperature resistant gloves were burned by the steel pipe and sparks flew. A Vatican member was instantly blown into a pulp and scattered everywhere. The plane even shook slightly. It didn't seem like he was hit by a bullet, but rather by some super-fast, huge blunt object that smashed him to pieces.

The impact of the shotgun blast also affected one of the men, leaving his entire right arm a bloody mess.

When the crew's kitchen staff saw the hunting dogs, they hid in their bedroom, trembling uncontrollably while covering their mouths.

"It's too chaotic..."

Ji Wei hadn't been exposed yet. She hid in the bedroom with the kitchen staff. She had already felt something was wrong that the Salvation Army hadn't appeared. It turned out they were waiting here. How did they even get on the plane?

Throughout history, these horrific wars have been characterized by a complete lack of communication and coordination among the three parties, often resulting in chaotic battles at crucial junctures.

This was completely unexpected. Ji Wei, who was originally planning to go on vacation to Tokyo, couldn't stay calm. Her mind was racing. She was still hiding her identity. She could just wait for them to fight and then clean up the mess herself. She took a deep breath. There was no better day than today to overcome her fear of heights.

Everything went exactly as Xia Bing and Fang Yan had planned: they struck first, leaving the opponent with no chance to fight back, and one of them died on the spot.

There is one man and one woman left.

The man was also affected by the aftershock of the gunshot; his right hand was a bloody mess, struck by a steel ball. Ignoring the fact that they were on an airplane, and despite his injury and the hounds pulling him, his Soulfire was passively activated, displaying its maximum power. He prepared to pick up his semi-automatic carbine and spray bullets at the two men.

But Fang Yan gave him no chance. A terrifying white mask suddenly covered his face. He focused all his soul fire heat on explosive power and quickly stepped forward, covering two or three meters in one step. The opponent was affected by the hound's injuries. Fang Yan was faster than the man's raised hand. He was like a black leopard flashing over.

The kitchen knife was aimed at the throat and swiftly sliced ​​through. The kinetic energy applied to the knife easily cut through the man's force field. Just as the throat was about to be slit, he forcibly blocked it with his hand. The carbine fell to the ground, and the kitchen knife pierced through the entire palm, from the center to the back of the hand. Painful red fluid was continuously secreted.

Recalling the hunting dog, Fang Yan pulled out a Colt M2000 with his other hand and fired at his abdomen. Even with the Soul Fire Field weakening the attack, the bullet still pierced his internal organs, rupturing his spleen and kidneys.

But the man still had strength left. His uninjured hand grabbed Fang Yan's throat, forming a rear naked choke from behind. His injured arm, sticky with blood and flesh, clamped tightly around Fang Yan's neck despite the intense pain. In an instant, Fang Yan's face turned blue.

Fang Yan used all his strength to continue stabbing Fang Yan's arm with the kitchen knife. The veins on his face were bulging, as if he had completely ruined one of his tendons by severing it. Only then was the rear naked choke broken. Fang Yan was also coughing violently and feeling dizzy.

But this man's vitality was excessively tenacious. He drew a tactical dagger with one hand and slashed at Fang Yan while he was weakened. Fang Yan dodged with difficulty around the bar counter in the lounge. With the power enhanced by the passive soul fire, the man was incredibly strong. His parachute backpack was ripped apart as if it were nothing. The broken shoulder strap was secondary. The damage to the functional parts meant that he could no longer open the parachute. It fell to the ground in two pieces. Fang Yan himself was also slashed hard on the shoulder blade.

"Hold……"

Fang Yan put on the white mask again, grabbed a kitchen knife, and charged forward.

Derek wasn't quite dead yet; he was lying on his side on the sofa, vomiting bile, but his face already showed obvious varicose veins and his eyes were bloodshot.

Holly, the woman with the neat buzz cut, knew that the red-haired woman was the main force. Her destructive power was too astonishing, and she absolutely could not let her fire a second shot. She had already closed in on her.

However, she didn't understand Xia Bing's characteristics at all.

boom!
Xia Bing gestured with her fingers as if pointing at a gun, then flicked her index finger upwards. Holly's half arm exploded and shattered, and Holly himself was thrown several meters away, crashing heavily onto the plane's wall panel, even leaving a faint dent. His internal organs were shaken, and he coughed up blood.

Xia Bing's marksmanship was also extremely good. Seeing Fang Yan struggling, she pulled out her pistol and shot the man in the head with a bang. The man collapsed to his knees, dying instantly.

Next, all that's missing is this disabled woman.

Holly knew that the target she was protecting had been poisoned, and there was no point in continuing to fight. She would inevitably be killed by them as well. This woman was too powerful.

"Goddess of Weaving, please guide me to the Eternal Palace."

Holly's Soulfire ability also requires close proximity to trigger, as it involves ultra-high temperature melting. At this moment, she was trapped on the plane's wall panel. Without any hesitation, she got up and dragged her crippled body to run wildly.

The claws, billowing smoke like red-hot branding irons, slashed at the aircraft's facade like a blade cutting through plastic film, creating a five- or six-meter-long gash as it sped along. The ultra-high temperature melted the gash, causing it to continue eroding around the gash and widen it further.

Ji Wei, who was peeking into this direction from the bedroom door, turned pale. No way?
"Your mother..."

Fang Yan hadn't finished speaking yet.

Bang... The gap was stretched open by the pressure difference, and the explosion became even bigger. The wind howled, and Holly was sucked out directly, a suicidal attack.

It was as if the plane was being disturbed by strong air currents, and it was violently shaking at an altitude of 10,000 meters.

Inside the cockpit.

The sharp buzzing sound was like a rusty steel needle piercing the cochlea.

"The boost system has stopped working, and the dashboard is showing an error message?"

The captain decided to leave the cockpit to check the electronics bay. This wasn't commercial aviation; there weren't as many rules. He told the first officer to keep an eye on things. Strangely, there had been a sound like gunfire just now.
The co-pilot, who was learning from the pilot, was suddenly at a loss.

Unexpectedly, the captain had just stepped out of the cockpit when he immediately turned back and closed the door tightly. His expression was stern, and he remained silent for five seconds.

"Contact air traffic control. We have been subjected to a terrorist attack and are about to make an emergency landing in the near-shore waters."

The captain said calmly.

"what?"

The passenger side has already started flashing messages.

"Don't just stand there. Derek is dead. Now we need to consider the safety of the rest of the passengers. Your partner is on the plane too, so calm down."

After wiping the sweat from his forehead, the captain exited the automatic check-in mode and switched to manual operation.

However, his composure sent chills down the spine of the passenger; this was definitely not a joke...

The co-pilot dared not delay and immediately followed the captain's instructions.

"The wing was also damaged."

The captain, looking at the constantly malfunctioning control panel, found it difficult to remain calm.

After Holly was sucked out, it was caught on the wing for a while, causing more damage.

Mid-cabin.

The enormous opening continuously pulled out objects, accompanied by a frantic buzzing alarm and flashing red lights, creating an atmosphere reminiscent of a high-altitude hell.

This caused cabin depressurization and oxygen loss. Some kitchen staff who had taken cover lay on the ground, gripping fixed parts, their knuckles white and lips blue. Everything in the space was shaking and swaying, with ornaments scattered all over the floor and constantly being pulled outwards by the wind.

Xia Bing shot Derek in the head, checked her watch, and saw it was about 13:19, a little early, but not a big problem.

The plane was shaking violently. Xia Bing and Fang Yan clung tightly to the fixed objects on the plane to avoid being sucked out. Due to oxygen loss, they also experienced hypoxia.

Give me your hand...

Seeing that Fang Yan didn't have a parachute backpack, Xia Bing had no choice but to pull him along, but under the terrifying wind pressure, she couldn't hear what he was saying at all.

Fang Yan was preparing to move over little by little.

But then the plane suddenly lost its balance and tilted to the side. A feeling of weightlessness shot from my tailbone up to the back of my neck, and my stomach churned as if I were being thrown into a washing machine. The entire plane suddenly plummeted thirty meters. As the pressure changed abruptly, the locks on the items burst open one after another, and bottles of liquor in the cabinets rained down into the aisle like a meteor shower. Metal rods collided with the floor, creating blue and white sparks.

Under the violent shaking, the rivets on the pillar that Xia Bing was holding onto loosened and were pulled away.

(End of this chapter)