Super God: My Transmigrator Identity Is About to Be Revealed

"This is the joint operations command. Current technology is patrolling at an altitude of 30,000 feet (9144 meters) in front of you. Lock onto the position."

"You can decide on the next steps yourself. I wish you a triumphant return!"

: Sizzle...

"Rescue team received!"

Upon seeing the hijacked passenger plane appear on the radar, two Type 20 fighter jets immediately flew towards it.

Above the fighter jet, a figure suddenly accelerated.

It's Zhou Mo.

"Little Milka, lock onto location!"

Little Milka: Location locked, estimated contact in five seconds! Countdown, 5...4...3...

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"Alas! Holy War! Holy War!"

Inside the hijacked flight.

Three militants with headscarves were shouting jihadist slogans.

Although the number of people was small, the bombs and special pistols they carried made everyone on the plane afraid to make any rash moves.

Although the group was unable to open the isolation door to the cockpit.

But having already achieved their goal of using the passengers as leverage, the captain dared not land and could only grit his teeth and continue flying forward.

cockpit.

John, the forty-year-old pilot, sighed deeply.

The plane was on autopilot and all the instruments were functioning normally, but he knew perfectly well that they were doomed.

"Buddy, take a break. There's no chance. Armed men hijacking a plane is unprecedented in aviation history; there's never been a successful rescue."

“But didn’t you just send a distress signal to the great Eastern power? I’ve heard that the great Eastern power respects life, they will definitely come to save us.” The deputy looked at John with longing.

John shook his head bitterly:

"Many years ago, the United States also experienced an 11 incident, which was caused by the hijacking of a civilian airliner, but it resulted in disastrous consequences."

"My purpose in sending this distress signal was not to ask for help, but to prepare them to avoid becoming the next 11."

After hearing this, the deputy slumped into his airline chair, staring blankly ahead.

"We'll be in their identification zone in a few minutes. If I'm not mistaken, we'll either be shot down by an interceptor missile or by a fighter jet. But don't worry, my friend... we're not going to hell."

"Definitely not."

Chapter 25: Experience the Despair from the Sharingan

Chapter 24: Experience the Despair from the Sharingan

"Hey buddy, did you hear anything?"

Sam, who was holding the bomb remote, saw his companion beating a female passenger and spoke up to warn him.

"What kind of sound could there be? Even if there were a sound at nearly 10,000 meters in the air, it could only be birds, right? Or could it be an angel?"

The man didn't turn around to look at Sam, but continued what he was doing, grabbing a hot white woman and punching her in the face repeatedly.

“Okay, you’re right! It’s impossible for angels to really descend from heaven to judge us.” Sam didn’t think much of it, shrugged, and admitted that he was overthinking it.

However, what they didn't realize was that in the short time they were talking, the plane's altitude had already begun to decrease from the middle of the troposphere.

If they could turn their heads and look out the window at that moment, they would see that clouds had already drifted past outside the cabin.

This indicates that the aircraft's altitude at that moment was definitely below 6,000 meters.

"Something's wrong, look out the window... there are clouds."

Eventually, someone noticed something was wrong.

"Damn it, we're going downhill. That cunning captain tricked us."

"Sam, hurry..."

The leader of the three tried to warn the other two to quickly take control of the captain, but he would never be able to say the rest.

"Uh..." Sam watched as the leader's head slowly slid off his neck and fell to the ground. He instinctively wanted to scream in terror, but the next moment he found himself unable to speak.

All that could be heard was a hissing sound.

Then, as the scene before him spun around, Sam's head rolled to the ground.

"Who...who is it?"

The militant who had been beating the white woman finally felt fear after seeing his two companions' heads fall to the ground one after the other.

He picked up the only weapon in his hand and slowly backed away.

Just then, a series of crisp footsteps sounded behind him.

"What...what kind of monster are you?"

At this moment, he finally met the mastermind behind all of this.

This is an oriental man with wings on his back and a handsome face.

Wearing a military uniform from the Dragon Kingdom, his noble aura remained undiminished.

It was Zhou Mo who was transported in from outside the plane through the dimensional barrier.

"Lord, your messengers are from the East! Almighty Lord, I never imagined your messengers would be from the East!"

Unlike the terrified armed man, there were many religious people in the cabin. They directly made the sign of the cross in front of their chests with tears in their eyes. Even many atheists began to doubt themselves at this moment!

So there really are angels in this world!

He also saved us!

"Little Milka, check if the target has any other weapons."

Little Milksha: Searching

"Does the search target have any companions?"

Little Milksha: Searching...

“Target retrieval… never mind.” Zhou Mo strode forward: “Do I need to be this serious about dealing with an ordinary armed soldier? Is it like using a sledgehammer to crack a nut, or using a cannon to kill a mosquito?

"You...don't come here!"

The last terrified militant grabbed a white woman beside him, the sharp blade slicing bloody lines down her pale neck.

"You arrested her, why should I not come over?" Zhou Mo's lips curled up slightly: "Since you want to play so much, let's see whose knife is faster."

"What...what do you want to do?" The militant panicked.

"Of course, it's a contest of whose knife is faster."

Damn it, heartless!

What kind of angel is this?

You're a devil in disguise, aren't you?

"Ahem... Xiao Mo, be mindful of the international repercussions."

Zhou Mo was about to indulge in his passion for the Armored Second Team when Dukao's voice rang out on the communication channel.

Looking at the passengers who had previously looked as devout as believers, their faces were now filled with terror.

Zhou Mo said: He was careless this time.

Well, I'll have to save that for next time when I can make a guest appearance on the second team.

Now...

His pupils suddenly changed.

"Sharingan—activate!"

The eyes transformed into a three-tomoe shape.

You think I can't do anything to you just because you have hostages?

You probably haven't experienced the oppressive feeling of the Sharingan.

next second.

He then saw Zhou Mo suddenly produce a knife and swing it at him.

"Pfft-"

Zhou Mo cut off the woman's entire arm, and bright red blood splattered all over her body.

"You have committed the three unforgivable sins of greed, anger, and ignorance. The reason I am letting you live is so that you can return to the Dragon Kingdom alive to face judgment!"

Zhou Mo's voice was like the voice of divine judgment, startling him from the illusion.

The claim that an arm was severed and blood was splattered everywhere is all fake.

To the passengers, Zhou Mo's eyes had only changed color slightly, and for some reason, he suddenly screamed, clutching his perfectly intact arm, and knelt on the ground.

I never expected the Sharingan to be so incredibly useful!

No wonder the villagers like to glare at people all the time.

Zhou Mo sighed.

At least when it comes to rescuing hostages, this thing is much more effective than a sniper rifle.

After breaking the limbs of the last militant, Zhou Mo immediately reported to the command center:

"Report to the Joint Command Center: The hijacked passenger plane will make an emergency landing at the 101st Flight Regiment Airport of the Air Force in Juxia City. All passengers and crew are safe. Two terrorists are dead and one is seriously injured. Mission accomplished. Requesting permission to return to base."

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Cabin of the 101st Air Regiment.

"Welcome back! You did a great job on this mission!"

As soon as Zhou Mo stepped off the plane, he saw Dukao, who had been waiting for him below.

"It's nothing, it's just my duty!"

Zhou Mo replied casually.

"What a fine sense of responsibility!"

Dukao's admiration was evident in his eyes.

A line of special police officers rushed towards the plane from behind Dukao, first taking the last struggling person off the plane, then immediately evacuating the passengers, and finally conducting a thorough search of the aircraft. However, all of this was irrelevant to Zhou Mo; these were their cleanup tasks.

Zhou Mo now needs to discuss something with Dukao.

"You mean, let the Super Soldier Corps undergo combat training at this stage? Don't you think that's a bit too early?" Dukao asked, puzzled.

"Time waits for no one. You can afford to wait, but the Dragon Kingdom cannot. Even a small hostage rescue requires careful selection. Isn't this the biggest problem facing the Super Soldier Corps right now? Anyway, I'm here to tell you that whether you agree or not, I will be leading the Super Soldier Corps to participate in combat training at this time tomorrow."

"Of course, the first time won't be a direct fight, but some experiences are necessary. Tomorrow I'll take them to see some blood!"

In addition, the task page will probably be updated with other tasks soon.

This sentence was added by Zhou Mo himself in his mind.

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Author's Note: To all of you who are like Yanzu and others.

I am done.

This book has not been featured on any recommendation list yet.

Does this mean my book will be lost among the many flop books?

The author is so sad!

Chapter 26