Chapter 811
Priceless Compensation
Chapter 811 Priceless Compensation
Just as the atmosphere was about to explode, the "disabled person" suddenly turned around, glared fiercely at the two passengers who were quietly approaching him, and shouted sharply:
"What do you want to do?"
One passenger awkwardly laughed and stepped back, while another calmly said, "Can I exchange hostages with this lady? It's the same if you take me hostage."
“Good heavens, he’s so brave!” Mrs. Weasley couldn’t help but exclaim in admiration.
"Dad, can I use magic?" the twins pleaded eagerly. "I can knock him unconscious in an instant!"
"Wait, let's wait! There are too many Muggles here!"
Mr. Weasley quickly stopped him: "Let's see how the Muggles will handle this!"
"If anyone's going to make a move, it should be your father and me!" Mrs. Weasley glared at the restless children. "You all sit still—Ron, don't you dare take that thing out!"
Ron sheepishly put his wand away.
The wizards didn't seem nervous at all; for them, making someone faint instantly and silently was far too easy.
Using magic to protect oneself in an extremely urgent situation, even if there are many Muggles around, does not constitute a violation of the Secrets Act. It's just that the cleanup work is troublesome and one may face scrutiny from the Ministry of Magic.
Then, everyone heard the "disabled person" say with a sneer:
"Don't think I don't know what you're up to... I'm not the only one on this plane!"
As everyone's expressions changed drastically, the "disabled person" looked around at everyone and said loudly:
"Listen up, if I'm taken down, or if I don't see the results I want, my men will detonate it immediately! Do you understand?"
The flight attendant raised her hands, forced a smile, and slowly walked towards the assailant, her voice trembling slightly as she said:
“Sir, please calm down. I know you don’t want to do this. I… I’m here to help you. Please tell us what you need?”
The assailant used his arm to restrain the flight attendant, Elisa, who was being held hostage, pointed the knife at the chief flight attendant, and ordered:
"I'm not going to waste time with you, connect me to the captain! Now!"
"Okay... okay."
The flight attendant led the robbers to the galley at the front, while another flight attendant picked up a handheld device, a forced smile on her face, and said tremblingly:
"Please return to your seats and remain calm... We are confident that we will resolve this crisis and lead you safely back to the ground."
……
As the crowd gradually dispersed, the four members of the Purifiers looked at each other in bewilderment.
"What's going on? That guy didn't actually intend to blow up the plane?" the man in the black jacket said in a low voice.
“It seems so… As long as the captain agrees to his request, this crisis will definitely be resolved,” the short-haired man said with a gloomy expression.
“We still have to do it,” the man with the triangular eyes said anxiously. “Time is running out… If the plane continues to approach Britain, it will be too late for us to act!”
If the distance is too close, even if the plane explodes, the wizards can apparite and escape, making their "sacrifice" meaningless.
"Then let's proceed according to plan and split up..."
Before the woman with glasses could finish speaking, she suddenly felt a shadow fall over her head. She slowly raised her head and saw a two-meter-tall man staring at her with a gloomy expression.
Oh no! They heard us!
Her hand reached down to her lower back, where a folding porcelain knife was hidden.
Just then, she heard the two-meter-tall man roar angrily, "Hey! You haven't forgotten the losses you caused us, have you? Pay up!"
The woman next to her nodded vigorously. The woman with glasses was stunned—even on the verge of death, you're still thinking about that tattered dress? Just how valuable is it anyway?!
"How much compensation do you want from us? How much exactly do you want us to pay?"
The short-haired man didn't want to get entangled with them. Suppressing his anger and anxiety, he irritably squeezed out the words through clenched teeth, his hand already subconsciously reaching for the weapon hidden in his pocket.
"of course……"
The burly man, standing two meters tall, wore a smug smile and casually stretched out his large, fan-like hand, as if preparing to announce an astronomical figure.
However, as the last syllable was still lingering in his throat, he brought his five fingers together, flicked his wrist, and lashed out like a whip!
"Snapped!"
A heavy slap landed squarely on the short-haired man's cheek with a whooshing sound!
Before he could even process his shock, he felt as if he had been slammed into by an invisible giant tree. His head lolled to the side, and his body slumped to the ground, losing consciousness.
Almost at the same instant, the passerby clenched her fist, her knuckles slightly protruding. She avoided the hard skull and her small fist struck the black jacket's temple with perfect precision!
The man didn't even utter a sound; his eyes rolled upwards instantly, and he fell straight forward.
"what--"
The flight attendant, still reeling from the hijacking, couldn't help but let out a piercing scream upon seeing this.
The passengers' bewilderment was palpable. Even the "disabled person" who was walking towards the front galley turned around instantly, thinking that someone was trying to harm him.
However, after seeing the scene in the corridor, even he was completely blank.
In the brief instant the bandit turned around, the two-meter-tall strong man continued his attack, his right leg shooting out like a rocket, instantly striking the triangular-eyed man in the abdomen!
"Uh!"
The man with the triangular eyes let out a short, sharp gasp from his throat, almost spitting out his intestines. When he landed, his eyes rolled back and he lost consciousness.
"Ah ah--"
The woman with glasses was terrified by the sight. She screamed and, in a panic, quickly drew her porcelain knife and stabbed at the passerby woman without hesitation!
"Pfft!"
The blade pierced the body, but the sensation was unusually stiff and unresponsive, as if it had only penetrated half an inch before being blocked by something hard, which was not the feeling that flesh and blood should have!
The woman with glasses froze instantly, her expression a mixture of fear and madness, her eyes slightly dazed.
In that brief pause, the woman on the street smiled slightly, her right hand shot out like an iron clamp, grabbed the woman with glasses by the neck, and then slammed her down!
"boom!"
An irresistible force slammed the person heavily onto the floor, and the entire plane seemed to shake.
The woman with glasses suddenly felt dizzy, blood spilled from the corner of her mouth, and when the other person let go, she collapsed like a puppet with its strings cut.
The whole process took only a few breaths, and all four of them were lying on the ground, their fates unknown.
The only sound in the economy class was the passengers' suppressed gasps. Everyone was silent, and even the "disabled person's" eyes seemed clearer for a moment.
If those two had attacked him just now...
He shuddered and almost dropped the microphone.
The captain's voice came through the receiver:
"Hello, sir. I am the captain of this aircraft. I have heard your request and am responsible for the safety of you and all passengers. Please tell me what you specifically need?"
(End of this chapter)