Starting from scratch, Batman crushed my dream of getting rich

Chapter 529 This flight reminded me of two old friends

Mid-Atlantic, high seas.

A passenger plane is flying smoothly in the sky.

Fourteen hours had passed since Ma Zhaodi departed for the Philippines.

Swah——

A piercing, ear-splitting whistle echoed across the horizon, and two small black dots in the clouds drew ever closer to the passenger plane.

The two black dots gradually enlarged, and then, seemingly to avoid the angle that could be seen from the airplane window, they deliberately took a rather large arc and quickly came to a position nearly 100 meters above and behind the rear of the plane, a position that neither the passengers nor the captain could see.

Only after getting closer could one vaguely discern what the two black dots were—they were the silhouettes of three people.

One is Homelander, with a cold expression and a cape with the Stars and Stripes fluttering behind him; the other is Clark, dressed entirely in red and blue with a large "S" symbol on his chest.

However, Clark's cape couldn't flutter because it was being held taut by one hand.

That was Queen Maeve, who was with them.

"So why do I have to hold onto your clothes?" she complained. "It's not that I can't hold on or anything. I'm quite strong and fit enough to do this, and it's not tiring at all. But it really doesn't look good, it doesn't look good at all—when you're flying at high speed, I have to worry about being thrown off."

“If you fall, I’ll fly over and catch you immediately,” Clark replied. “Don’t worry, I’m quite skilled at this kind of thing, I won’t make a mistake and let you actually fall.”

"That's not the point—"

Maeve rolled her eyes. As the tail of the plane drew closer and closer, until only two or three meters remained, she slowly swayed her body, released one hand, and flew forward using the momentum of her cape. Upon landing, she lightly rolled on the plane's surface, completing her landing with minimal noise.

Clark and Homelander then landed on the top of the plane, and he asked, "Is this how you always do your aerial missions?"

"Where did these aerial missions come from before?"

Maeve shook her head: "Can you recall the last time you saw news of a hijacking in the newspaper or on television?"

9/11.

“That’s right. No superheroes were involved in 9/11, so we are now the first batch of superheroes to handle this kind of hijacking.”

Homelander said expressionlessly, "You can interpret this as us making history."

"Oh, that really is the first time."

Clark took out his phone again, unlocked it twice, and checked the location: "We are still in international waters."

However, his mind wasn't on the screen, but rather on the small patch on his back—after all, they had now left New York City and flown over the Atlantic Ocean, and his body was still recovering; at this distance, he could no longer hear the sounds from the Ma Zhaodi studio apartment in New York.

However, Ma Zhaodi did not respond—according to the plan he had told me before he left, he was probably still in the Philippines, or on a flight back to New York from the Philippines, and was probably busy and did not have time to listen to my voice message.

"Forget it, what's done is done. Let's talk about it when we get back."

Clark shook his head.

On the other side, Ma Zhaodi and Kimiko, along with Frankie, had just boarded a plane from the Philippines to New York through the Wallpaper House.

Aquino was now retied and simply thrown into a corner of the room. He remained motionless, no longer begging, shouting, or wailing as before. Instead, he lay quietly on the ground, staring blankly at the white wall.

Given that he had previously agreed to become a witness and one of the avengers to bring down Vought, Ma Zhaodi didn't think he was completely dead. His current despondency and depression wouldn't last long.

Hatred would bring him to his senses. He reached back and turned on his phone—the three-wheeled vehicle had previously sent two communication requests, both initiated by Clark, but he was busy working on Aquino's mental health at the time and didn't have time to answer, so he had the three-wheeled vehicle record those two communications.

"Let's see what Clark wants from me first."

Ma Zhaodi clicked play, and the first recording featured a woman's voice that sounded capable, mature, and decisive—and a bit old.

This is Madeline's voice, and the recording was sent ten minutes ago.

"Seven minutes ago, Transocean Flight 37 from Paris to Chicago was hijacked mid-air." Madeline's tone was slightly breathless and excited, as if she were not talking about a horrific incident that could kill hundreds of people in the air, but rather about a treasure yet to be discovered.

Her high heels clicked on the ground as she moved, seemingly talking to Clark.

No, it's not just Clark.

Ma Zhaodi's ears twitched slightly. There were four footsteps in the recording, indicating that there were two other people besides Clark next to Madeline.

"Seven minutes ago?" Homelander's voice rang out. He briefly digested the time information, discerning a different meaning from it.

How did Walter get the news so quickly? Was the news accurate?

Madeline seemed to sense his confusion and replied, "Someone from NORAD sent us a message."

Once this was said, there was no need to doubt the veracity of the information anymore, so Maeve's voice immediately followed up with the question: "How many people were involved in the hijacking?"

"The news says there should be three."

"Has headquarters dispatched F-16s?"

“They were dispatched right before our eyes—but at your speed, you can get there before they do.”

“We have no law enforcement power on foreign territory—but if a hijacked plane flies into international waters, your intervention will not be a problem.”

From that moment on, Clark and Maeve remained silent.

Maeve remained silent because she saw through Madeline's thoughts. This operation wasn't about punishing evil or righting wrongs; it was purely for profit. Looking at the excited smile on Madeline's face, she just wanted to vomit.

Clark remained silent because he knew what this operation meant for Vought.

"After our superheroes complete this great rescue operation, my proposal for a hero army will face no obstacles. Any member of Congress who dares to vote against it will not be able to gain the support of voters, let alone hope for re-election."

Madeline stared at the glaring red danger warning on the screen, her eyes shining, and couldn't help but laugh out loud.

"This is a great opportunity for us."

"Don't screw it up."

The recording ends.

"Pooh!"

Ma Zhaodi couldn't help but spit out a curse. At the same time, Franky and Kimiko next to him were conflicted. They really didn't want Wot to do this.

But if the operation fails, wouldn't that mean everyone on the plane will die?

(End of this chapter)