Seeing everyone in first class looking at him with awe, the fat man became even more enthusiastic, waving his arms and launching into a long speech: "To be or not to be? I think you all have that clear answer in your hearts, you lost sheep! Your eyes have been blinded by money and vanity, your hearts have been replaced by numbness and indifference, your conscience is dwindling, there is no longer any fairness, justice, or peace in this world, everyone is only concerned with their own selfish interests..."
"So he's a madman." Gu Xiaorou said softly to Ling Yun, feeling both annoyed and amused. No wonder this fat man had come to chat with them so brazenly; he had mistaken them for people to be swayed and proselytized. Even if they weren't superhumans, any ordinary person with a modicum of sense would avoid this charlatan like the plague. She had even thought he was some playboy trying to pick her up, but it turned out he wasn't. This showed that even superhumans couldn't control everything; the future was full of surprises.
Ling Yun simply watched the fat man spouting nonsense in silence, his expression growing increasingly serious.
By this time, many passengers had come to their senses and began to shout and curse. Many yelled for the fat man to stop his illegal proselytizing activities, while others shouted for the flight attendants to come and handle the matter.
Ignoring the shouts and countermeasures from the crowd, the fat man continued his loud and steady speech, pounding his chest: "I know you don't believe me, lost sheep! Your souls have been clouded by dust, and only blood and fire can cleanse them. As the Lord's spokesperson on earth, I possess an incomparably broad mind and gaze upon you with compassionate eyes. I will not merely rely on beautiful and moving words; please believe me, I will take concrete actions..."
Ling Yun said in a low voice, "Did you hear that sentence?"
Gu Xiaorou was baffled: "Which sentence? Yun, this person is crazy, let's ignore him."
Ling Yun shook his head: "No, this is a sane madman! He wants to cleanse himself with blood and fire..."
Just then, a series of hurried footsteps came from the passageway. The two looked up and saw several flight attendants in black uniforms and a co-pilot rushing over, led by two panicked flight attendants. They were probably there to deal with the fat man.
Clearly, the airline had never encountered such a bizarre situation before, nor had it undergone any emergency drills. Therefore, after repeatedly shouting at the fat man to stop him, which went unheeded, not only were the flight attendants panicked, but the three flight attendants and the co-pilot were also bewildered. One of the flight attendants, holding a black rubber baton, hesitated whether to rush forward and knock the obnoxious fat man down first. However, there was no place to detain criminals on this passenger plane, and how to deal with such a large person was a problem. The three flight attendants usually only performed patrol duties and didn't even have the necessary handcuffs, which made Ling Yun shake his head repeatedly.
The fat man suddenly stopped speaking, and calmly jumped down from his chair, his movements natural and composed, like a national leader stepping down after a speech.
He looked at the flight attendants and co-pilot, who were on high alert, and suddenly smiled slightly: "Who among you is in charge?"
All eyes turned to the co-pilot. Since the captain was piloting the plane, the highest-ranking administrative officer here was the co-pilot. Several flight attendants and police officers breathed a sigh of relief when they saw that the fat man seemed to have calmed down and had asked his superiors to intervene. As long as someone could cover for him, it was no longer their problem.
When the co-pilot saw everyone looking at him, he cursed inwardly, thinking, "You all remember me now? Damn it, why aren't you this enthusiastic usually?" For some reason, he suddenly felt a sense of fear towards this seemingly eccentric fat man, as if a demonic face was hidden beneath the man's harmless, obese exterior. However, he was the highest-ranking official here and there was no way he would back down because of fear.
So the co-pilot steeled himself and stepped forward, his face stern, trying to make his voice sound as harsh as possible: "Sir, I am the co-pilot. You have seriously disrupted the operation of our flight. I think you need to find a quiet place to rest. Please come with our flight police. After we disembark, if you have any complaints, I will arrange for our airline's legal department to contact you. Until then, if you do anything that obstructs the flight, we will take appropriate measures without incurring any legal liability."
After saying this, the co-pilot let out a long sigh of relief. It seemed to be the most perfect speech he had ever given in his life, even more perfect than his speech at the company's annual meeting. But at the annual meeting, he was just reading from a script; this was improvisation. The difference in importance was self-evident. The co-pilot even felt a little smug; he hadn't missed a single detail. It seemed he really did have some eloquence.
The passengers all agreed, finding the co-pilot to be competent and his speech appropriate. Having received the message from their superior, the flight attendant regained her composure. The three flight attendants exchanged glances and silently moved a few steps, forming a triangle around the overweight man. If he made any move, the three of them could pounce on him together. Although the man appeared burly, his overweight weight made him less mobile; surely the three of them could handle a middle-aged fat man? Thinking this, the flight attendants felt much more confident.
The fat man smiled slightly, his face once again filled with compassion: "Lost sheep, your ignorance has once again blinded you. Although I have tried my best, I cannot change your souls. Only death can completely cleanse your consciousness, turning you into the purest souls, so that you can return to the embrace of the god Luo Xita."
He gently unbuttoned the suit jacket covering his thick belly, and everyone gasped in surprise. A thin, golden detonator was inserted into the fat man's belt, with a very thin green wire attached to the top. The other end of the green wire was a countdown electronic detonator, which was ticking. The number displayed was 3, and after one second, it changed to 2.
The entire room fell silent. Everyone was stunned, including Ling Yun and Gu Xiaorou. No one had expected that this seemingly harmless fat man was carrying dangerous explosives! The golden detonator wasn't anything rare; at least a dozen first-class passengers recognized it. It was a military-grade TNT Level 1 detonator, and judging from the numerous scratches on it, it was clearly a modified version. If it exploded, it could turn not only a medium-sized passenger plane, but even an aerial fortress into a fireball in an instant.
There was no time to think about why the fat man was able to pass through the plane's security check. In an instant, the first-class cabin erupted in chaos. Everyone present was a person who had experienced big events. Many people rushed to the emergency escape cabin, where there were parachutes. At this point, they didn't care whether they knew how to use a parachute or not. At least there was a sliver of hope that it would open when they jumped. Staying on the plane, on the other hand, meant certain death.
The fat man chuckled gently, looking at the people fleeing like headless flies as if they were ants. A hint of pity flashed in his eyes, as if he were truly an envoy sent by the gods to save his subjects in the most fervent way.
Suddenly, the fat man's face froze. He saw the two young lambs he had just tried to save sitting quietly in their original spots, without moving an inch. But suddenly, an incredibly strong silver light emanated from the two of them, as if the light was being projected down from heaven and shining on them.
"A miracle!" the brainwashed fat man exclaimed. Only the Heavenly God Luo Xita could bestow such supreme divine power upon his people. Clearly, seeing Ling Yun and Gu Xiaorou radiate a silver light that was not of human origin was a scene the fat man had never witnessed since joining the cult. He immediately attributed it to the divine grace bestowed by the Heavenly God Luo Xita in saving the souls of the world. Seeing this sight, the fat man couldn't help but shed tears. At this moment, even if he were to die or be torn to pieces, his heart would be filled with unparalleled happiness.
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The detonator's numbers dropped to zero, and the monotonous electronic sound, like the cry of a demon, cast a pale and bewildered shadow over everyone's faces in the final moment. In this last instant of life, everyone's mind was blank; no one recalled what they had wasted or squandered in their lives. Everything was frozen in time.
With a deafening roar, the McDonnell Douglas airliner, flying at a constant speed of 960 kilometers per hour, instantly transformed into a blinding fireball. Thick smoke rose thousands of meters above the ground, and everything inside the cabin was instantly engulfed by the intense heat of the flames. All 168 passengers and 45 crew members perished.
Ling Yun felt like an insect being swatted by a giant fly swatter. The powerful shockwave slammed into his mental energy field, leaving him dizzy and disoriented. He held Gu Xiaorou tightly with one hand, and the mental energy field enveloped their bodies like a balloon. They were carried far out of the cabin by the strong airflow.
The two individuals' physical strength and mental energy fields were not afraid of any impact or high temperature caused by the explosion, but they could not effectively resist the shock wave generated by the explosion. After streaking through the air like meteors in a parabola, they dropped several thousand meters in height and then plunged into the sea with a splash.
It turned out that the plane had reached the vicinity of Shenzhen and Hong Kong. After being thrown several kilometers away, the two people actually fell into the sea near Hong Kong.
A moment later, Ling Yun slowly rose from the sea surface. He didn't just show half his body; instead, he rose as if emerging from the water, until his feet were also touching the gently rippling seawater before stopping. Although the surface tension of seawater is minimal, it's naturally no problem for a superhuman who can levitate in mid-air.
With a splash, Xiao Rou rose from a spot not far from Ling Yun. She was soaked to the bone, her black bodysuit clinging tightly to her skin, highlighting her curvaceous and alluring figure. Her curves were so captivating they inspired a desire to commit a crime. Her wet hair cascaded over her shoulders, adding a touch of breathtaking beauty to her allure.
The two exchanged a bitter smile and slowly walked together on the sea. Although the plane had exploded, both of them, being superhumans, were unharmed, only unlucky enough to have fallen into the sea, turning their trip to Hong Kong into an attempt to illegally immigrate. While they could return to Shenzhen Airport and then take the subway to Hong Kong through normal procedures, how could they explain this inexplicable plane crash to airport staff? Could they claim that some fanatical heretic had detonated a bomb, causing the crash? If so, they wouldn't be able to go to Hong Kong; they would be immediately exposed to the world's media, enduring round-the-clock interviews.
"We're really unlucky. Did you notice something strange about that heretic from the start?" Gu Xiaorou asked, looking at Ling Yun's face. A burst of steam rose from her delicate body; the girl was using her mental energy field to evaporate the moisture from her damp clothes. In the blink of an eye, her clothes became warm and dry. Because the mental energy field had the effect of cleansing impurities, after the moisture evaporated, the girl's clothes became exceptionally clean and refreshing, even carrying a faint, delicate fragrance.
Ling Yun followed her example and began to evaporate the moisture from his body. He shook his head and replied, "I could tell, but I didn't expect him to be carrying a TNT detonator. Actually, he should have activated the detonator when he sat next to us. By the time it was exposed, it was too late for anyone to stop him. I know the purpose of that detonator. If we tried to stop it, it would only cause it to explode prematurely."
“We’re really unlucky. We just arrived in Hong Kong and this happened. It doesn’t seem like a good omen,” Xiao Rou said softly, frowning.
"Never mind all that, as long as we get to Hong Kong, that's all that matters. Luckily, all our documents and belongings are inside the barrier, otherwise we really wouldn't be able to explain ourselves once we get to Hong Kong," Ling Yun said. Suddenly, he inexplicably recalled the apocalyptic scene he had seen on the plane, where the horizon seemed to be divided in two by a gray straight line, with the two sides clearly distinct in color.
Ling Yun felt a chill run down his spine. This was definitely not a good omen. Perhaps the journey wouldn't go smoothly, or perhaps he had underestimated the situation before leaving. He needed to rethink his plans.
Meanwhile, thousands of miles away from Shenzhen's harbor, in a primitive tribe in Africa, a group of natives wearing brightly colored clothing and headdresses silently formed a circle. Inside the circle were five bluish-green native corpses, each bearing nameless marks and various patterns that appeared to be formed from dark gray and dark green ink.
A tribal chief gestured and spoke to an elderly tribal man dressed as a shaman beside him, his expression revealing a mixture of anger and sorrow. The tribal shaman listened expressionlessly, a furrow in his brow.
A moment later, the indigenous chieftain finished speaking and called everyone to leave. The old shaman remained standing, seemingly deep in thought. After a long while, he finally took heavy steps, as if he might collapse at any moment, and walked towards a wooden hut built entirely of trees from the primeval forest outside the tribe. When he opened the door and went inside, a beautiful Chinese woman whose age was difficult to discern was sitting upright. Upon seeing the old shaman enter, the woman stood up, gave him a gentle smile, and said softly in fluent English, "Elder Lusa, I'm so sorry to have made you make another sacrifice. However, you will definitely receive the reward you deserve after this matter is over."
The old shaman looked at the woman with his cloudy, dim eyes, a deep sorrow spreading across his wrinkled face: "Respected General Tian Yuning, our shaman clan has made great sacrifices as you wished. Within three days, five shamans have returned to the embrace of the Shaman God. Now it depends on whether you have enough sincerity towards us."
Chapter 214 Beach Massacre
(A yawn! A soldier patrolling the Hong Kong coastline stretched lazily with his arms outstretched, and simultaneously let out a lazy yawn.)
He was dressed in a pale yellow sergeant's uniform that was almost white, with a carbine that was 1.5 meters long slung over his back. He looked quite imposing, but his lazy expression and bored eyes told others that he was just going through the motions.
"Hu Zheng, be more alert, or the captain will scold you again if he sees you." Another soldier sat on a sea rock not far from the beach, his rubber boots, which covered his calves and knees, wading in the shallow water that was just above his ankles. He said lazily as he idly splashed the water.
Hu Zheng ignored him, focusing instead on the direction from which the waves were coming. Today was a clear day, and on the horizon where the sea met the sky, a white line was slowly pushing the waves closer. These were the ebb and flow of the ocean waves caused by the moon's gravity, an unchanging pattern that had existed for thousands of years. If it were a sunny day, or if it were the first time one came to appreciate it, it would be very beautiful. However, if it were a cloudy day, or if one were to appreciate it every day, it would become quite boring.
"He won't come! Who would come to this godforsaken place for no reason? It's surrounded by cliffs on three sides and close to the deep sea where sharks roam. Even those underground arms dealers and drug traffickers wouldn't come here to do business. They might lose their lives instead of making a profit. Only soldiers like us, the people's own people, would be loyal to our duty in such a dangerous yet beautiful place." After a long while, Hu Zheng finally said lazily.
His fellow soldier was about to say something, he too was full of complaints. The two of them had been on guard duty here for almost a month, and no superiors had sent anyone to relieve them. Although the coastline looked nice, and the troops had built their own small houses not far from the beach, with ample supplies of clothes, fresh water, and food, and even a small generator and a signal receiver for the sentries' entertainment, no one was willing to stay here and suffer. Everyone said that luxury meant eating seafood and abalone every day and enjoying the sea view, but once you actually did that, it was unbearable.
"My God!" Hu Zheng suddenly exclaimed, his eyes wide open, pointing at the sea as if he could see a swarm of sharks swimming ashore at a speed of 120 kilometers per second.