A super great writer in the second dimension

　At this moment, Bra patted Sanzenin Arashi's arm, turned his head and saw that Sanzenin Arashi's expression changed slightly.

　Bra, holding a Nesser rifle, stared warily at the nose of the plane and whispered, "Qingshan, do you have relevant experience?"

　This guy is actually a safety officer...

　Disguised as an ordinary passenger, he was talking to himself earlier.

　Sanzenin Arashi pondered for a moment, but just then, a sharp scream came from the front of the plane; the girl's voice was unusually shrill.

　Turning her head, she saw that one of the three hostages who had been taken away by the terrorists was holding a knife to his neck and slowly slashing it towards her.

　The hostage woman looked to be in her early twenties. Judging from her attire, she was probably on a trip to Rome when she encountered a hijacking and was taken hostage by terrorists. Now she is about to be killed.

　Her face was filled with despair, her cute face twisted into a grotesque expression, her hands were tied, and her legs were kicking and thrashing. She even tried to bite the terrorist's hand, but was slashed in the face with a knife, her nose was severed on the spot, and blood gushed out of her face.

　Many passengers in their seats covered their eyes.

　The next second, the woman stopped resisting.

　Her throat had been slit by the terrorists, and she lay motionless on the ground.

　Sanzenin Arashi opened her mouth, turned to look at Bra, and said, "I have a similar experience. I participated in UN-organized operations in Africa."

　As he spoke softly, he pulled down his shirt over his shoulder, revealing a lion's head tattoo.

　This tattoo was left with my comrades back then.

　Bra's pupils contracted, and he handed over a dagger, whispering, "When they come back, you take one down, I'll take one down, then take the gun away..."

　Sanzenin Arashi glared at him, asking with his eyes: What about the passengers on the plane?

　The people in the front row were moved to the back. There was no one in front of the plane, and the back was like a sardine can.

　If a gunfight were to break out in such a place, there is no doubt that a large number of people would die.

　Bra asked in a low voice, "Do you have a better way?"

　Sanzenin Arashi didn't speak, but she had already gripped the dagger tightly in her hand.

　A few minutes later, the terrorists had complete control of the plane. Two people went to the back of the cabin, and another person patrolled back and forth in the aisle, scanning the passengers with his eyes.

　Sanzenin Arashi placed one hand under his body, pressing down on the dagger; Nakiri Erina had already switched places with him.

　She was seated in the innermost seat, while Sanzenin Arashi happened to be sitting on a chair by the aisle.

　Seeing the terrorists carrying AK47s walking towards them, Sanzenin Arashi drew her dagger.

　When the terrorist got close to him, he rushed at him in a flash.

　Raise your hand, slit the throat.

　..

192. Chino Kafuu

　With the dagger slicing across the warm carotid artery, Sanzenin Arashi quickly snatched the AK47 from the terrorist's body, rolled away, and hid behind her seat.

　"Damn it!"

　The terrorist on the nose of the plane cursed and walked directly towards them, pulling the trigger and firing a burst of bullets at the spot where Sanzenin Arashi had been standing.

　Sparks flew from the plane floor, and ricochets startled the surrounding passengers, who screamed in terror.

　The entire cabin descended into chaos. First, passengers were killed, and now terrorists were being killed. The situation was completely out of control.

　"Don't move! Everyone, don't move!"

　The terrorists walking towards the plane shouted. He did not fire any warning shots, because in the confined space of the plane, there was a possibility that a ricocheting bullet could hit him.

　However, the screams inside the plane had drowned out their voices; hundreds of people were in chaos, and it wasn't something that could be stopped by simply shouting a few words.

　These international flights typically carry at least three or four hundred people on board.

　Sanzenin Arashi tucked the dagger into the belt at his waist, stretched out his hand, gave Bra a thumbs-up, and then nodded in the direction of the machine's nose.

　Bra nodded, dropping the Nesser gun in his hand to the ground. He crept up to the dead terrorist in the chaos, pulled a pistol from his body, and then took the reserve ammunition chain strapped to his body. He kept one for himself and threw the other to Sanzenin Arashi.

　At this moment, the two terrorists had already walked to the seats.

　The passengers were so confused that he didn't even see Sanzenin Arashi take the gun from his companion's corpse earlier.

　Sanzenin Arashi looked around. The little girl from before was lying on her seat, looking around blankly. All the adults around her were gone. He frowned and looked ahead again.

　Bra stretched out his hand and began to make gestures. He made a "six" shape with his little finger and thumb, pointed forward, then pointed behind him, and then slashed his neck with a chopstick.

　Sanzenin Arashi nodded and made an OK sign.

　"Brah" means: the two of us, one on each side.

　Sanzenin Arashi gripped his gun and dashed out. Meanwhile, two people behind him were being jostled by the crowd and were repeatedly smashing passengers with the butts of their guns. Several people were left bleeding from their heads, while the rest obediently returned to their seats.

　The chaos has gradually subsided.

　After all, they are just ordinary people, and they will obediently listen when threatened.

　Just then, a sudden gunshot rang out, and one of the terrorists spurted blood from his neck, splashing it all over the surrounding passengers before collapsing to the ground.

　The AK in Sanzenin Arashi's hand emitted blue smoke as he took advantage of the terrorists beating the passengers to kill one of them with a single shot.

　Just then, another terrorist reacted, but he was still smashing his AK down, and a middle-aged man in front of him was covered in blood and looked terrible.

　In that situation, a burst of bullets hit him directly in the chest, and after staggering a few steps, the terrorist collapsed.

　The situation on Bra's side was worrying; he fired several shots, but none of them hit the target.

　He was just a self-taught mercenary, more like a militiaman; he only started working as a security officer in recent years.

　Where do so many hijacking incidents come from in this world?

　Therefore, he had very little experience fighting in confined spaces.

　In comparison, Sanzenin Arashi's personal qualities are far superior to his.

　Seeing that something was wrong, the two terrorists in the nose of the plane opened the cabin door and went into the cockpit, leaving no one outside.

　Sanzenin Arashi cursed. At this moment, the control of the plane had been taken over by the other side. It was as if they had handed over their lives.

　While Bula was untying his companion Lin Jian, Sanzenin Arashi ran to the driver's side door and slammed it against the door with the butt of her gun, but to no avail.

　Aircraft cockpit doors are generally designed to be riot-proof.

　It's impossible to open it by ordinary means, and this place is tens of thousands of meters in the air, so it's impossible to use grenades to blow it up.

　That would be tantamount to courting death.

　"Fuck you!" Sanzenin Arashi slammed his fist on the cabin door.

　He rubbed his temples, took a deep breath, and turned to pat Bra on the shoulder.

　By this time, Bra had freed his companions and turned to look at Sanzenin Arashi. "Aoyama, thank you for your help. I believe the government is negotiating with the terrorists in the cockpit. Nobody wants to die. We should be safe now."

　Sanzenin Arashi opened her mouth, but remained silent for a long time.

　"I hope so," he said before returning to his seat.

　Bra and the other two had already secured the cockpit door, so there was nothing more for them to do.

　Sanzenin Arashi sat in his seat, turned his head to look around, and Nakiri Erina also looked over with a complicated expression.

　"How do you know these things?" In her mind, how could such a young master possibly be able to master these things?

　Isn't that something SPs do?

　To this, Sanzenin Arashi only said one sentence, "Do you have any SPs with you right now?"

　Erina Nakiri shut her mouth and rested her head on Arashi Sanzenin's shoulder. She was covered in cold sweat, but she was relieved.

　The people around them were looking at the two of them with strange eyes.

　This script is straight out of a Hollywood blockbuster. They witnessed a teenager accomplish something even FBI agents couldn't: single-handedly taking down three terrorists, while the terrorists had only died a total of three.

　Sanzenin Arashi ignored the stares, his gaze fixed on the ground.

　The body of the man who died earlier is still here. The crew members have all mysteriously disappeared; none of them can be found. They're probably all in the cockpit.

　Perhaps he was imprisoned by those terrorists.

　Sanzenin Arashi saw that the little girl was still sitting blankly in her seat. Her father had been killed by terrorists, and she was traveling alone on this international flight. A young man and a woman who looked like a young woman were sitting next to her. It seemed that none of the adults around her knew her.

　Sanzenin Arashi sighed, walked over to the young man, and patted him on the shoulder.

　The other person looked at Sanzenin Arashi with a puzzled expression. "What is it?"

　Sanzenin Arashi pointed ahead, then pointed to the little girl, "You sit over there. This person is my relative, understand?"

　The young man looked at the dagger at Sanzenin Arashi's waist and, recalling her actions just now—killing three people—didn't dare say anything more and immediately got up to change seats.

　Sanzenin Arashi sat back in her chair and asked the little girl, "What's your name?"

　"Chino Kafuu..."

　Sanzenin Arashi smiled and patted her little head. "How many people are in your family?"

　Kafuu Chino said blankly, "Me and my dad."

　"No, I'm asking how many people are in your family."

　"My dad and I... and then... that was it."

　“Oh…” Sanzenin Arashi touched her forehead.

　Holy crap...

　..

193. Sorry, I'm doing what I like.

　Arashi Sanzenin suddenly found himself speechless towards Chino Fuuka.

　This little girl's whole family is gone.

　What's worse is that she's Japanese, and now the plane has no idea where it will land.

　'These damn terrorists…' Sanzenin Arashi was in a very bad mood.

　He couldn't help but reach out and touch Chino's little head, then took her arm and picked her up.

　Very light.

　Because she is a young girl, she probably weighs less than a few dozen kilograms.

　The three AK47s combined are heavier than her.

　“Um…” The woman beside him looked up, then hesitated slightly and said, “This isn’t quite right… She doesn’t seem to be yours…”

　Sanzenin Arashi glanced over, causing the woman to tremble and obediently shut her mouth.

　He laughed and said, "Is it any of your business?"

　The woman, for some unknown reason, glared at him and said, "Once we get off the plane, someone will take care of you!"

　"I'll wait." Sanzenin Arashi turned around and returned to her seat.

　To be honest, he didn't care about the lives of these people during the gunfight.

　But he did save the entire plane, and now that he heard someone righteously criticizing him, he couldn't help but sneer inwardly, though he wasn't angry.

　He had just wanted to point at the woman and argue: If I don't care, are you going to care?

　Although society is indifferent nowadays, Sanzenin Arashi has never been one to follow the crowd.

　He helps whomever he wants without expecting anything in return; he simply does what he wants to do and gets close to what he likes.

　However, the actions of these people were chilling, and many passengers looked at him with fear in their eyes.

　It's simply because: someone who isn't an official killed three people, what if he or she is the next one to be killed?

　Sanzenin Arashi didn't want to say anything to these people, so she completely ignored them.

　However, Erina Nakiri saw him go out for a while and then come back with a cute little girl, which made her feel a little jealous.

　"I didn't expect you to be a lolicon?" She looked at Sanzenin Arashi with suspicion. "Even if you're the heir to a conglomerate, isn't doing this kind of thing a bit inappropriate?"

　She didn't know the specifics of the matter.