A super great writer in the second dimension

　Sanzenin Arashi shook his head, placed Kazeka Chino in the next seat, and whispered a few words to Nakiri Erina.

　“What a bunch of scum…” the girl blurted out in astonishment, glancing at Kazeka Chino involuntarily. “This… I can only say that you did the right thing. If it were me, I would have done the same. Speaking of which… it’s impossible to ignore these things. As the heir of a conglomerate, it’s truly unbecoming.”

　Sanzenin Arashi laughed for no apparent reason.

　Those around felt uneasy upon hearing the laughter, as if it were mocking their incompetence, giving them goosebumps.

　“We uphold our own justice.” Sanzenin Arashi reached out and patted Fuuka Chino’s head. “We stick to what we believe in, and there’s a bottom line that we can’t give up. That’s why I’m sitting here. The crisis isn’t over yet. The terrorists are over there, and they’re locked up.”

　"What?!" Erina Nakiri was stunned. "Wasn't that just now..."

　Everyone around them pricked up their ears; nothing was more important than their own safety.

　Sanzenin Arashi smiled and said, "You know, on international flights, there's a small compartment between the cockpit and the passenger cabin. It's a rest area for the crew. Those terrorists are over there now, and if I'm not mistaken, the entire crew is also in that area."

　"The pilot, who is also the captain, naturally can't open the cockpit door. If they can hold out until landing, then everything is fine. If not..."

　Sanzenin Arashi smiled and didn't continue.

　Everyone around felt a chill run down their spines; the feeling of surviving a close call vanished instantly. Erina Nakiri, however, touched her forehead and fell into deep thought.

　"Fuck you!"

　Inside the cockpit, the captain, dressed in his aircraft pilot's uniform, took off his hat and shouted angrily.

　"What should we do?" The co-pilot, a relatively young man, looked extremely flustered.

　Beside them was a reserve pilot, his face pale and extremely nervous. "We can't open the door. The passengers' safety is in our hands. This door is riot-proof; they can't open it!"

　"Has the hijacking signal been sent?"

　"Sent has been completed, and the tenth transmission is in progress."

　The captain nodded and took out a fire extinguisher kit—something that is kept on every plane to deal with emergencies. It contains a small fire extinguisher, an oxygen mask, and a few knives for prying things open.

　"Take some for everyone, just in case." The captain distributed the supplies.

　"Let's try communicating with them again and see if there's any chance of salvaging the situation." The captain picked up the communicator, and a voice came through.

　"Open the door, you bitch."

　The captain took a deep breath. "There's no point in you doing this. As soon as the plane arrives at the airport, the Rome riot police will surround it. We've seen what's happening outside. You're trapped like rats in a barrel..."

　The terrorist interrupted him with a cold laugh, "We're killing one flight attendant every five minutes now. If you don't open the cabin door after everyone's dead, we'll detonate the explosives under the plane."

　A burst of noise came through the communicator.

　The word "father" was mixed in, which made the middle-aged captain shudder.

　His expression was very complicated. He switched the plane to constant speed autocruise mode, then stood up, walked to the back of the seat, and reached for his water cup.

　The co-pilot and the reserve pilot both looked at him with complicated expressions.

　But suddenly.

　The captain took a sudden step forward, reached out and grabbed the cockpit door, twisting the handle.

　"What are you doing?!" The passenger was the first to react and stepped forward to stop him.

　The prospective pilot was completely dumbfounded.

　The captain gave a bitter smile at the doorknob. "I'm sorry... my wife and daughter are outside. I'm so sorry..."

　He pulled out a knife from his body; the handle had the logo of XX Airlines on it—it was the same knife from the fire extinguisher box.

　In the blink of an eye, the knife was stuck in the co-pilot's chest.

　"You..." The co-pilot suddenly realized something.

　The captain's daughter is flying for the first time today, and the chief flight attendant is his wife.

　The two men are currently in the compartment separating the cockpit from the passenger cabin.

　..

194. Who can fly a plane?!

　Erina Nakiri was stroking Chino Kafuu's cheek, trying to lull her to sleep.

　"What on earth did that guy go to do..."

　Half an hour ago, Arashi Sanzenin disappeared. Erina Nakiri searched high and low but couldn't find him anywhere.

　The girl was wondering what was going on when suddenly someone patted her on the shoulder.

　Startled, I turned around and saw a familiar face.

　"Where have you been?!" Erina Nakiri asked angrily. "It's scary to suddenly disappear at a time like this!"

　Sanzenin Arashi shrugged, holding two metal cubes in her hand, weighing them in her hand. "I went to look for the gifts the terrorists left for us, and I found two."

　Erina Nakiri looked at the two metal blocks and frowned in confusion. "What are these?"

　Sanzenin Arashi smiled and said, "It's a high-performance explosive. I've dismantled the detonation device. Are you interested in knowing its specific components?"

　"babble……!!!"

　Erina Nakiri plopped down in her seat, yelling, "Get this away! Get it away!!"

　But at that moment, the plane suddenly shook.

　Erina Nakiri's expression changed.

　Sanzenin Arashi frowned.

　The passengers all lowered their heads in terror; they were like a flock of frightened birds, reacting violently to any fright.

　Arashi Sanzenin patted Erina Nakiri's back to calm her down, and then the plane's announcement system came on.

　The voice of the wild female terrorist echoed over the loudspeaker: "Does anyone know how to fly a plane? Damn it, does anyone know how to fly a plane? We will protect his safety and ensure he is safe after landing."

　The announcement paused for five or six seconds, then came on again: "Those who can fly, stand at the cabin door. I need to see your face on the monitor. The rest of you at the door, move to the back, or else..."

　Before he could finish speaking, the plane started shaking again.

　Screams erupted in the cabin as two consecutive jolts plunged the passengers into a state of panic.

　Sanzenin Arashi frowned and pondered for a while, then suddenly felt a jolt in her heart.

　This tremor feels somewhat familiar...

　He was recalling something when his expression suddenly changed.

　The plane is descending!

　Sanzenin Arashi hurriedly ran to the window, pulled open the sliding door, and looked out—a vast expanse of clouds, the view rapidly approaching the barrier-like clouds.

　Several passengers by the window saw Sanzenin Arashi's actions, opened their windows, and immediately screamed.

　Front of the crew cabin.

　"What do we do?" Bula looked at the chaotic cabin and couldn't help but say to Lin Jian, "We're losing altitude, I know that feeling, damn it..."

　Sanzenin Arashi walked up to Bra and patted him on the shoulder.

　"What is it?" Bra was quite impatient.

　"You all move to the back, the plane is descending, I'm going in," said Sanzenin Arashi. "Quickly, there's not much time!"

　"You can fly a plane?" Bra frowned. "Are you going in to your death? I guarantee these guys will take you out the moment they land!"

　“We have no other choice, do we?” Sanzenin Arashi shrugged. “Now, you all step back.”

　"Qingshan, you're absolutely unreasonable!" Bra couldn't help but shout, "Who do you think you are? A superhero? Iron Man or Superman?!"

　Sanzenin Arashi frowned. "I'm not in the mood to talk about Hollywood blockbusters right now. Get out of my way, now!"

　He couldn't care less about anything else; at this rate, the plane would crash into the sea in ten minutes.

　This decrease in speed, combined with the pressure of the water hitting the surface, would cause the entire aircraft to turn into an indescribable disc of iron.

　As for the people inside, well...

　They'll all turn into mincemeat.

　Lin Jian tugged at Labra's arm. "That's enough. We really don't have a better way. Let's do as he says."

　Just as Bra was about to say something, his Black companion tugged at his clothes and shook his head.

　“Alright, let’s back off…” Bra shook his head helplessly, then looked at Sanzenin Arashi, “…”

　He clearly wanted to say something, but he opened his mouth and shook his head without saying a word. Then he walked towards the back of the cabin.

　"You can fly a plane?" the female terrorist's voice blared over the loudspeaker.

　Arashi Sanzenin nodded in front of the monitor. "That's right. My family is very rich. I often fly my own private jet. I also have one of these Boeing passenger planes, but it's not as exciting as flying a streamlined aircraft."

　“You don’t look like you’re lying. Open the door and let him in.” The female terrorist’s voice was somewhat exasperated.

　Such people generally harbor resentment towards the rich; however, when people's emotions are stirred up, they tend to overlook many other things.

　Sanzenin Arashi had her hands behind her back, with the dagger conveniently tucked into her belt.

　Based on the situation, it appears the pilot was killed by the terrorists.

　Then these idiots couldn't fly the plane, and coincidentally, the plane's autopilot was also unusable for some reason.

　The plane, out of control, naturally began to fall. Now it seems the pilot is dead, and autopilot is unusable. After landing, this group will likely kill the pilot and kill him.

　Arashi Sanzenin stepped forward and was then 'invited' inside by the group of terrorists.

　But...that's great!

　He had been looking for an opportunity to get close to these terrorists, otherwise, how could he take them down?

　The flight attendant opened the cabin door, and Sanzenin Arashi was 'dragged' inside by the female terrorist.

　After the female terrorist pulled Sanzenin Arashi inside, she was stunned for a moment, "You can fly a plane? Are you sure you're not kidding me?"

　Sanzenin Arashi quickly glanced at the interior and felt a chill run down her spine.

　More than a dozen flight attendants were killed, and their bodies were piled up to one side. There were also three male members around, identified by their clothing.

　Captain, First Officer, and Pilot Trainee.

　Sanzenin Arashi chuckled. "I've been flying helicopters since I was seven, and I've even flown fighter jets. How could a poor wretch like you understand the life of someone like me? Do you know how much a meal costs me? I think you just want money, don't you? Hijacking? That's so cliché. My food expenses for a year are more than what you're asking for."

　"Shut up! Don't speak!" The female terrorist glared fiercely at Sanzenin Arashi. "Come with me."

　Holding the gun, she turned around and began to lead the way.

　At that moment, a knife was placed against her throat.

　The next second... throat slit!

　Blood spurted out.

　..

195, f*k!! !!! !!! !!! !!!

　Arashi Sanzenin touched the bloodstains on his dagger. Two corpses lay before him, both with fatal wounds on their necks, killed instantly. The entire compartment was covered in blood, half from the flight attendants and half from the two terrorists.

　His gaze swept to the side.

　Following the gaze, there was a terrorist bound hand and foot; by then, all the terrorists on the plane were dead.

　Feeling Sanzenin Arashi's gaze, the male terrorist trembled all over, his eyes filled with utter terror.

　"Mother……"

　Under international law, if terrorists hijack a plane, even if they are all dismembered, no one will be held accountable.

　Terrorists are like rats in the street, hated by everyone in the world.

　Sanzenin Arashi ignored the man and quickly walked to the cockpit. Once inside, he quickly glanced around and cursed inwardly.

　On the sophisticated dashboard, a wrench was embedded, covered in white powder. There was a large pool of blood on the ground, with a small fire extinguisher sitting quietly in it.

　No wonder it malfunctioned!

　The main control panel was completely smashed!

　Arashi Sanzenin's palms were sweating profusely. Fortunately, the passenger side dashboard, which displayed the height, was undamaged. He took two steps over to take a look and his heart skipped a beat.