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Chapter 530 As if saved
The first recording was enough to make one clench their fists. Ma Zhaodi checked the time; eleven minutes had passed since Madeline sent Clark and his two companions. By any measure, they should have arrived on the hijacked flight by now.

"Is the operation complete?"

He turned on the second recording, which was from three minutes earlier, when Ma Zhaodi had just driven his Master Stealth mode and taken the wallpaper room into a plane at the airport.

"We are still in international waters."

That's Clark's voice.

“As expected, we’re fast enough,” Maeve’s voice replied. “But I don’t know when the F-16s from headquarters will arrive. Let’s hurry up and rescue them.”

A disdainful voice from the Homelander also rang out: "It's a small matter. There are only three people involved. Even the Deep Sea could handle it."

The three people's voices were mixed in with the howling of the strong winds at high altitude, indicating that they were not inside the plane.

Maeve asked, "Who wants to go first?"

“You go first,” Homelander replied. “Having a place to stand is more important to you.”

"tsk"

The three people's voices suddenly became muffled, as if the sound source had moved further away, but soon, the voices came in again.

In the recording, Ma Zhaodi could vaguely hear faint sounds, seemingly coming from a closed environment, of shouting and crying. The shouter was male, and he was not speaking English, but rather a language from the Middle East. Ma Zhaodi knew nothing about this language, could not guess the identity of the person, and could not understand what they were shouting.

As for the crying, it was quite simple. It was spoken in English, and there was a woman and a young child. The crying stopped after a few seconds, perhaps because the man had threatened them and they dared not cry anymore.

"Can nanorobots have such a clear sound recording environment? Can they hear inside from this far away?"

The three-wheeled vehicle explained in the earpiece: "No, the robot has moved from its back to the sole of the Clark shoe, and after it is close to the inner wall of the body, I will further process the sound source, filter it and then amplify it so that you can hear it clearly."

Chi-

The sound of the pressure imbalance was like carbon dioxide gushing out of a carbonated soda, but this time it wasn't the bottle cap that was being opened, but the airplane cabin door.

"Ahhh!"

The screams faded into the distance; it belonged to one of the three hijackers in the cockpit. He was unlucky enough to stand at the suddenly opened door, and the high-speed airflow carried him directly out of the plane and into the sky.

“Ahhhhh——!”

The sudden situation stunned everyone. As people fell out of the plane, the passengers felt a strong airflow and couldn't help but scream. The cries of babies, the screams of women, and the cursing of men were all mixed together. Everyone held on to their seat belts or handrails, securing themselves tightly to their seats.

At the same time, the fuselage began to vibrate due to airflow interference.

Maeve grabbed the edge of the cabin door and easily leaped into the plane from above, completely ignoring the strong wind behind her. She then grabbed the second hijacker, who had been blown down by the wind pressure, and lifted him up by the neck with one hand.

She could have snapped the other person's neck with a slight movement of her fingers, but she didn't. Instead, she tightened the force of her fingertips, and the other person quickly fell into a coma due to insufficient oxygen and blood supply to the brain.

Behind her, Homelander crouched down and crawled into the cabin. He looked at the third terrorist in the cabin, his eyes quickly flashing red.

"Don't use heat vision here."

Swah——

With one hand blocking the two beams of light shooting from Homelander's eyes, Clark threw the unfortunate terrorist who had just flown out of the plane to the ground with one hand. The man was now unconscious, convulsing all over.

“He’s scared out of his wits, which saves us trouble.” Clark ignored Homelander’s murderous glare, turned to look at the third terrorist, saw that he was holding a small knife but still showed no sign of surrendering, so he vanished from the spot in an instant.

boom!
Clark delivered a powerful chop to the back of the head with excellent control, striking the third person with lightning speed, leaving him stunned but not mentally injured. Clark then moved behind the third person at high speed and struck him on the back of the head, immediately putting him into a peaceful sleep.

With a gloomy expression, the man from the motherland got nothing and angrily turned around to close the plane door.

"I'll take these three people straight back to the company. You guys..."

Clark's expression suddenly changed halfway through his sentence, and he abruptly fell silent.

"Okay, okay, it's all over now!"

Homelander, on the other hand, began to calm people down by performing for the passengers who were gradually coming to their senses. A few seconds later, he was overwhelmed by cheers and gratitude, as were Maeve and Clark.

With tears and smiles on their faces, the surviving passengers applauded the three superheroes who had rescued them from the brink of death.

However, Clark walked straight to the cockpit door, his gaze passing directly through the heavy door to see what was inside.

In the small cockpit, ominous lights flickered on the complex instruments. A man in his fifties lay slumped in his seat, a huge gash cut into his neck, blood gushing from his carotid artery. His white uniform was stained red on one side. His vital signs were fading at an alarming rate; he might only have less than a minute left to live.

Another middle-aged driver, who looked slightly younger, around thirty years old, had his hands raised and was holding a pistol to his head, too afraid to move.

"There are four bandits; Madeline's intelligence was wrong."

Seeing Clark standing motionless at the door, Maeve and Homelander realized something. The two approached the door, and Homelander scanned it with his X-ray vision, only to find that the material of the door was too thick and heavy for him to see through.

But he had already guessed what was going on inside, so the smug smile that everyone had been praising him for vanished without a trace.

Maeve asked, "Is someone inside?"

“One of them has a gun,” Clark nodded.

"What should I do?"

"Without further ado."

Clark clutched a piece of candy in his hand. There were still more than forty seconds left, and the driver whose throat had been slit could still be saved.

"I opened the door, and Homelander subdued him instantly. No—"

"Is it really necessary to go through all this trouble?"

Homelander had been suppressed by Clark since the beginning, and now he was being ordered around even more. An inexplicable anger suddenly rose in his heart. Thinking of his past undefeated missions, he had no desire to listen to Clark's plan at this moment.

He suddenly attacked without warning, pulling open the hatch and scanning with his heat vision. A flash of red light appeared, and the terrorist holding the pistol was sliced ​​in two by the heat vision, while the pilot had a layer of scalp shaved off, revealing his white skull.

Although he didn't die, the excruciating pain caused him to faint.

"The aim was a little off, but at least the person didn't die."

However, Maeve's gaze was fixed on the aircraft's instrument panel, and after a thermal scan, a hideous scar appeared on it.

(End of this chapter)