Chapter 810
Hijackers
Chapter 810 Hijackers
The short-haired man looked up in surprise and saw a woman who seemed to be carrying a drink and was about to find a flight attendant. However, when she stood up, she bumped into one of his companions, who was wearing a black jacket, and the drink spilled all over the woman!
The man sitting with the woman immediately flew into a rage, roared, and stood up, grabbing the black jacket by the collar:
Are you blind? Don't you have eyes?
As soon as he stood up, everyone looked up at him—the man was at least two meters tall, so burly and strong that he looked like a door panel, with fierce brows and glaring eyes, as if he wanted to kill someone.
The man in the black jacket instinctively tried to break free, saying in a less-than-friendly tone, "Is this my fault? Who knew she'd suddenly stand up?"
The man grew even angrier, raising his fist and shouting, "I think you're looking for death..."
"I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry!" The short-haired man quickly squeezed through and apologized, "It's all our fault! How much were the clothes? I'll pay for them! We'll pay double!"
"Compensation?" the woman in the black jacket shouted angrily, "I think this woman did it on purpose! Otherwise, I wouldn't have..."
"Shut up!" the short-haired man roared, glaring at him with murderous eyes.
“Ignore that clueless guy,” their other companion, a woman with glasses, said kindly. “Just name your price.”
The fourth person at the very back narrowed his triangular eyes and a mocking smile appeared on his face.
At his companion's prompting glance, the man in black suddenly realized what was happening—
Yes, everyone on the plane is about to die!
In that case, what's the point of calculating compensation?
Since they're all just empty promises anyway, it doesn't really matter even if they offer a hundred million.
They will soon pay with their lives for this money that only exists in promises!
He turned around and immediately said, "I'm sorry, it was my fault, I'm willing to compensate you."
After he finished speaking, he even smiled at the two of them with a rather happy expression, his smile carrying a priest-like tolerance and gentleness.
Surprisingly, the other party did not stop there.
"Can you afford to pay?"
A plain-looking woman with a drink spilled on her frowned and said with disgust, "Do you know how much this dress costs? It's a limited edition!"
"No matter the amount, we can compensate you!"
The short-haired man checked the time and patiently said, "If you don't want to accept it, I can find someone to buy you an identical outfit after we get off the plane."
"Hmph! I think you guys are just trying to fool us with empty words. You'll definitely deny it once we get off the plane!"
The two-meter-tall man roared angrily, grabbing the collar of the black jacket and refusing to let go.
A female passerby chimed in, "Is it enough to just pay for the clothes? What about the time we wasted? Am I supposed to wear this sticky outfit the whole way?"
The two men's voices grew louder and louder, waking up all the sleeping passengers. They frowned and looked over with displeasure, and a buzzing murmur filled the cabin.
Some helpful passengers stood up to mediate between the two, and the flight attendants who were originally in the rest area also came over. Everyone crowded together, and the four cleaners were squeezed in the center of the noise, unable to move forward or backward. Everyone was so anxious that they broke out in a fine layer of sweat.
Such a commotion naturally woke up the wizards as well.
Mr. Weasley adjusted his crooked glasses and mumbled sleepily, "What's going on up there?" Fred, after seeing the scene clearly, immediately perked up and nudged George beside him, saying:
"Look! This is going to be funny! Do you think they'll start fighting?"
George's sleepiness had also dissipated somewhat. He rubbed his eyes and said, "Muggles are really grumpy! They're just like Professor Moody."
"What's all the noise... Are we here?" Ron asked vaguely.
"What's wrong, Michael?" Mrs. Conner asked her son, who looked serious and focused.
Michael hadn't slept at all; he noticed the argument the moment it started.
He turned to the side and whispered to his father, "Something's not right... Those four people were very nice and willing to compensate whatever amount was offered, but the other party is still being unreasonable... This attitude is very strange."
"There's nothing strange about it. These kinds of unreasonable people are common; you just rarely encounter them at school."
Mr. Conner patted his son's head and laughed, "If they keep making a fuss, I think they'll all be locked up for a few days after we get off the plane... Look, even the disabled people are so anxious that they're going to help them mediate."
Michael quickly turned his head and immediately spotted the disabled man he had noticed when he boarded the plane.
The seemingly frail disabled man, leaning on his crutches, stood up shakily, his face showing an unusually calm and resolute expression, and moved toward the center of the dispute.
Something's not right! This is even more suspicious!
Michael's alarm bells rang. He jumped up and was about to draw his wand when he was bumped by a passenger next to him.
"Excuse me, excuse me!" The man who seemed eager to watch the commotion quickly helped Michael up and asked, "Did I hurt you?"
In that instant, the disabled man's arm jerked violently, and his cane split in two, the lower half of which clattered to the ground, turning into a slender bayonet in his hand!
He grabbed a flight attendant who tried to help him, and the cold blade was pressed against her fragile throat!
"Don't even move!"
A hoarse and frantic roar instantly drowned out all the noise, and the man's face was contorted with the ferocity of a desperado.
After a moment of silence, the surrounding air seemed to freeze. No one screamed or ran away; everyone stared blankly at the "disabled person."
"listen!"
The "disabled man" roared, "I've planted a plastic bomb on the plane! If I press the button, a huge hole will be blown open in the plane instantly, and you will all die!"
Scattered screams echoed through the cabin, but most passengers remained in a daze, seemingly not having reacted.
The four cleaners had strange expressions. Their faces showed a mixture of surprise and anger at their plans being disrupted, as well as a hint of joy at having their mission completed for free.
The passengers' reactions clearly surprised the "disabled" man. He hesitated and increased the pressure on his hands. Then he heard the flight attendant let out a fearful sob.
A curly-haired flight attendant in the galley trembled slightly as she grabbed the microphone and quickly pressed the button to call the cockpit. Immediately, a piercing alarm sounded in the cockpit.
Before the person on the other end could speak, the curly-haired flight attendant lowered her voice and said quickly:
"Cockpit, this is the galley! Hijacking in the rear cabin! Repeat, hijacking in the rear cabin! At least one man, armed...armed with a knife! They claim to have planted a bomb on the plane! Elisa is under control!"
As she spoke, her voice began to tremble with sobs.
(End of this chapter)