pertwk Chapter 138 Explosion
Chapter 138 Explosion
Chapter 138 Explosion
"Sir, is there anything I can help you with?"
Chen Yuan took back his ID, flashed it in front of the flight attendant, and looked serious.
"FBI, I need your cooperation."
The flight attendant paused for a moment, then instinctively straightened up.
"Sir, sir, please speak."
Instead of lowering his voice, Chen Yuan deliberately raised it to ensure that the surrounding passengers could hear him.
"That high school student was right, this plane is indeed going to explode."
"Pfft"
The man in the suit in the front row almost spat out the coffee he had just drunk.
He turned to look at Chen Yuan, his face clearly saying, "Are you fucking kidding me?"
Upon hearing this, the burly man next to him seemed to have found the biggest joke in the world, and the mockery that he had just suppressed resurfaced on his face.
He turned to the passenger next to him, winked, and said in what he thought was a very quiet voice.
"Hey, see that? Even this agent got scared by that little lunatic, hahaha..."
Then he felt a cool sensation on his face.
A hard, cold, tubular metal object poked his cheek with just the right amount of pressure.
It's not an identification document.
It's the muzzle of a gun.
The burly man's laughter stopped abruptly, as if cut off by a knife.
His whole body was stiff, and his neck turned slowly, like a rusty gear.
What came into view was a Desert Eagle, entirely golden in color, and a hand gripping the grip that remained perfectly still.
Above that was Chen Yuan's expressionless face, his eyes as calm as if he were looking at a piece of furniture.
"Glug—"
The burly man swallowed hard, his voice so loud that even those in the front row could hear him.
His face, which had just been full of fierceness, instantly became docile, and his hands were slowly raised to his ears in a gesture of surrender, but his buttocks seemed to be glued to the seat with superglue, and he dared not move at all.
Chen Yuan didn't even glance at him a second time, keeping the gun firmly pointed at the guy, and turned to look at the flight attendant.
He stared at the flight attendant's pale face, his tone as calm as if he were delivering a weather forecast.
"There were bandits on this plane who brought bombs."
"Immediately evacuate all passengers and notify airport police to assist in a thorough search of all luggage."
As soon as he finished speaking, the cabin was silent for about two seconds.
Then...
"What?!"
"bomb?!"
"Oh my god, I knew my eyelids had been twitching all day!"
"Let me out right now!"
The sounds of questioning, screaming, and cursing mingled together, like a hornet's nest disturbed.
The man in the suit jumped up, spilling coffee all over his pants without even bothering to wipe it off.
"What makes you say that?! Where's the evidence?! So what if you're from the FBI? Does being from the FBI give you the right to spread rumors?!"
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An older woman next to them also joined in the commotion.
"Yeah! Why didn't you say so sooner?! Why did you have to wait until we were all on the plane to tell us?!"
Another middle-aged man wearing glasses waved his hands angrily.
"What are airport security checks for?! Are they feeding dogs with taxpayers' money?! They're letting people bring guns and bombs onto the plane?!"
Chen Yuan:
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At this point in the world, these people's first reaction isn't to run, but to question and shift blame.
No wonder they are residents of this beautiful country, it's etched into their DNA.
He didn't bother with any more words and strode straight toward the boarding gate.
Believe it or not, I'm going down now.
As Chen Yuan reached the cabin door, he glanced back.
Good heavens, these passengers were pushing and screaming, like a flock of sheep being chased by wolves, rushing frantically towards this side.
Some people didn't even bother with their luggage, some even lost a shoe while running, and the man in the suit was running in the lead, his face contorted in pain.
The flight attendant stood frozen in place, staring at the cabin that had become almost empty in the blink of an eye. Her lips trembled as she managed to squeeze out a single sentence.
"I...I need to consult my superiors..."
Chen Yuan ignored him, stepped out of the cabin, and onto the corridor bridge.
Behind him, the burly man rushed out with an agility completely disproportionate to his size, and even gave Chen Yuan a fawning smile as he passed him.
"Sir, please go first! Please go first!"
Chen Yuan:
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When he reached the terminal hall, a long line of shaken passengers followed behind him. Some were making phone calls to let others know they were safe, some were cursing and demanding compensation from the airline, and a few were hugging each other and crying.
The people who had been rushed to the terminal hall earlier were stunned.
What happened?
Why are they coming down too?!
Seeing them, Alex, who looked distressed, couldn't help but let out a long sigh of relief.
Chen Yuan found a spot with a good view and took out his phone to check the time.
09:20 in the evening.
There were five minutes left until the scheduled takeoff time, and ten to fifteen minutes left until the explosion.
He looked up and gazed through the huge floor-to-ceiling window at the white Wally Airlines Flight 180 on the tarmac.
The boarding bridge hadn't been removed yet, and the ground staff were gathered together in confusion, clearly unaware that the cabin was already empty.
Chen Yuan squinted, his fingers unconsciously tapping on the phone screen.
Final Destination 1.
The plane exploded, killing everyone on board.
Seven survivors escaped death, only to be hunted down one by one by the Grim Reaper.
Now, it's no longer just seven high school students and one teacher who escaped unscathed.
It was an entire plane full of people.
Chen Yuan didn't know how this butterfly effect would affect the plot, but he knew one thing.
Seven days.
From now on, he must survive for seven days within the rules of this death movie.
At the speed of death, by the time it's his turn, seven days should have passed, right?
Behind me, a series of hurried footsteps sounded.
Several people in airport police uniforms rushed over, led by a black police officer with a fierce face and a gun holster on his waist.
"Who called the police?! Where's the bomb?!"
Chen Yuan turned around and flashed his ID in front of him.
"FBI, it's me."
The black police officer paused for a moment, waved for his men to stop, and stepped forward. His gaze swept over Chen Yuan's face, his tone carrying a hint of scrutiny.
"You're saying there was a bomb on the plane? Where's the evidence?"
"evidence?"
Chen Yuan also glanced at the black police officer.
"Let's check their belongings first."
The Black officer didn't move.
"I have great confidence in the security at my airport."
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Chen Yuan reached into his waistband and pulled out a gleaming golden pistol.
Black police officer:
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He turned and left to check the passengers' luggage.
About fifteen minutes later, the Black police officer returned, looking furious.
"There are no bombs at all!"
"Detective, why are you playing us for fools?!"
If he hadn't investigated Chen Yuan's identity, he probably would have sent people to arrest him directly.
Chen Yuan did not answer, but turned his head to look at the helipad outside the floor-to-ceiling window.
"Ten, nine, eight, seven..."
The Black police officer frowned: "What are you counting?"
"Six, five, four, three..."
"Hey, I'm asking you something."
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"boom!!!"
"Bang!!!"
Intense flames shot into the sky, and the huge explosion made people's eardrums hurt even through the thick glass windows.
The white Wally Airlines Flight 180, parked on the tarmac, turned into a burning fireball in everyone's horrified gaze.
Thick smoke billowed, debris flew everywhere, and alarms blared throughout the airport.
The Black police officer opened his mouth wide, but the words stuck in his throat, and he couldn't utter a single word.
The airport police officers behind him were stunned, as if they had been struck by lightning.
Chen Yuan withdrew his gaze and looked at the black police officer's face, which had completely lost control of his expression, speaking in a flat tone.
"Now we have it."
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At the same time, an inexplicable feeling arose spontaneously.
Chen Yuan felt something was clinging to him.