This was the action of loading a bullet. Logically, after he did that, there should have been a "click" sound from the gun. However, after the fat man did it, the gun did not make a normal sound. Instead, it made a dull "bang".
The fat man was slightly taken aback. Based on his years of experience with guns, he could naturally tell that the bullet was not chambered. It seemed that something was not properly installed during the assembly of the gun, resulting in a minor malfunction.
The fat man broke out in a cold sweat. The reason the two of them dared to face over a hundred passengers alone was because they had these two guns. Even though these two guns only had twenty-four bullets in total, which was not enough to kill more than a hundred people, people are afraid of death. No one would sacrifice themselves to save other passengers. So as long as they had these two guns, they could intimidate all the passengers and prevent more than a hundred people from making any rash moves.
But now the gun has malfunctioned, and if the passengers find out, their fate will be in serious jeopardy!
Fortunately, there were two guns in the cabin. Although the fat man's gun was broken, his partner was there to take over. As long as his partner's gun was fine, he could easily disassemble and reassemble the fat man's gun. He believed that it would only take less than a minute to fix the problem.
So the fat man gave his accomplice a wink, signaling him to come over and shoot Yang Hongtao. He had to kill someone first to instill fear in the other passengers and prevent them from putting up any resistance.
This wasn't the first time these two terrorists had worked together; they already had a tacit understanding. The skinny man understood the fat man's intention as soon as he saw the look in his eyes. He suddenly turned around, and as he did so, he raised his hand to press the barrel of his gun, making a loading motion. Almost simultaneously, he pulled the trigger.
The skinny man's series of movements were fluid and seamless, without the slightest hesitation, and the position of the gun muzzle was also precise. He was clearly an expert gunman. If nothing unexpected happened, his standard flick of the pistol should have hit Yang Hongtao squarely between the eyebrows, with a deviation of no more than 0.01 millimeters to the left or right.
Unfortunately, although the skinny man's movements were incredibly graceful, the result was just a "click" sound; his beautiful shot still didn't produce a single blast.
Actually, the skinny man had already sensed something was wrong before he even finished his movements. His gun had the same problem as the fat man's—it wouldn't load! However, he was extremely confident in his gun-loading skills and hadn't considered this possibility at all. He had also been moving too fast, and by the time he realized what was happening, he couldn't stop, thus directly exposing the secret of the gun's malfunction.
"It's fake...their guns are fake!"
A young man in his early twenties standing nearby was a gun enthusiast. Although he didn't own a real gun, he had bought several models of pistols and rifles and knew a little about basic firearms. He had been watching closely and noticed that the guns the two men were holding seemed to be made of plastic, which made him a little suspicious. However, he was still unsure and didn't dare to act rashly. Now that he saw that neither of their guns could be fired, he was even more convinced that these two men were just idiots who had acted on impulse and thought they could rob a bank with fake guns, and definitely not real terrorists.
This is a golden opportunity to make a name for himself! If he can subdue these two idiots with fake guns, he'll be a hero fighting terrorists, and flowers, applause, honor, and wealth will all come rolling in! Oh… and of course, there's the beautiful woman… He had already noticed Xin Yue next to Yang Hongtao. He felt that although this woman was a little older, she was exactly his type. He had just been fantasizing that he would be willing to give up ten years of his life if he could sleep with her for one night. But now the opportunity had come. As long as he stepped forward and played the hero to save the beauty, would he be afraid that this alluring beauty wouldn't obediently fall into his arms?
So... despite all the temptations, this young man stepped forward without hesitation!
Volume 1 The Rebirth of a Prodigy Chapter 55 Mutated Soul Power
The young man wasn't exactly a reckless fool. After all, he had practiced Taekwondo for a few days in college, and with his youth and strength, he figured he could at least beat the two hijackers, if not by much. And most importantly... there were plenty of people on the plane. Everyone was afraid of the two because they had guns, but if he revealed that their guns were fake, he could easily turn them into a honeycomb with just one finger from each of them!
However, what the young man never expected was that although the guns in the two men's hands were unusable, the men themselves were indeed real terrorists. As soon as they saw this, some passengers started to provoke them, and the two men naturally did not hold back.
They knew in their hearts that if they showed even the slightest weakness at this moment, they would inevitably be attacked by the many passengers in the cabin.
So when the skinny man heard the young man's shout, he immediately raised his hand without turning his head and chopped backward—
The chop landed squarely on the young man's neck. The poor guy hadn't even figured out which Taekwondo stance to use to attack his enemy when everything went black, and he passed out without even uttering a sound.
"Let's see who dares to make a move now!"
The fat man seemed to feel that this intimidation was far from enough, so he walked over with a stern face and stepped on the young man's finger. The young man screamed in pain and woke up.
"I'll let you yell again!"
The fat man's left foot flew up and, with a "thud," kicked the young man hard in the face, leaving a large shoe print. The unfortunate guy let out another shrill scream and quickly fainted from the pain.
The ruthless performance of these two was indeed very intimidating. There were a few people who had the same idea as that young man, but when they saw what happened to him, they were all secretly glad that they hadn't acted recklessly.
Otherwise, I would probably be the one lying on the ground right now!
Although everyone understood that if these hundred or so people could work together, even if the two bandits were very skilled, it would be useless.
But who would be willing to take the lead and rush to the front to be the cannon fodder destined to be trampled underfoot?
Seeing that no one in the cabin dared to move, the fat man nodded in satisfaction, then pointed out the window and said, "I can tell you definitively... there are more than just the two of us on this plane... if you don't believe me, you can look at the plane's current course... that's right, this plane has been hijacked, and it's flying towards Vietnam. You'll never reach Kunming!"
"What! The plane has really been hijacked..."
"Oh my god... I knew something was wrong... They should be landing at the airport by now!"
The passengers, slow to realize what was happening, were jolted awake by the fat man's words and immediately erupted into chaos, with cries, screams, and curses filling the air!
"Shut up! Shut up! All of you, shut up—"
The fat man raised the gun above his head, stretched his neck, and shouted hoarsely for a long time before the surrounding noise gradually subsided.
The fat man was extremely frustrated. If the gun in his hand were working properly, he could have fired a single shot and scared everyone so much that they wouldn't dare to breathe.
But now... I still have to yell like this!
The fat man was so angry that he flung his hand away, thinking of simply throwing the gun away. However, he thought it was a bit inappropriate. After all, he felt that the gun shouldn't have any major malfunctions. At most, it might be that one of the parts wasn't properly connected during assembly. What if he threw it like that... and the gun bounced on the ground and then... and someone else picked it up? Wouldn't that be courting death? So, after thinking about it, he carefully stuffed the gun into his pants pocket, planning to take it apart and examine it properly when he had some free time later.
Yang Hongtao watched this scene with great frustration! He had seen the fat man about to throw the gun, and it was likely to be thrown in his direction. If he could just grab the gun, killing these two terrorists would be a piece of cake, right? But who knew that the fat man would change his mind at the last minute just as the gun was about to leave his hand... Wasn't he just deliberately trying to tempt him?!
Just as Yang Hongtao was filled with resentment, the fat man unexpectedly approached him again, step by step.
"Kid... in our line of work, luck plays a big role..."
The fat man walked up to Yang Hongtao, grabbed him by the collar, and lifted him up. He then gave a sinister smile and said, "We were thinking of killing you first as a blood sacrifice, but our guns all malfunctioned... Well... being interrupted mid-kill isn't a good thing, so... to ensure our luck isn't affected, even if everyone in this cabin survives, you... must die! Kid... you can only blame your bad luck!"
After the fat man finished speaking, a fierce glint flashed in his eyes, and he slowly stretched out his other hand, gripping Yang Hongtao's neck tightly. It seemed that he intended to strangle Yang Hongtao to death.
Yang Hongtao was naturally unwilling to just obediently wait to die. Seeing the other party's fat hand coming over, out of the instinct for survival, he naturally raised his hand and grabbed the fat man's wrist accurately.
But when Yang Hongtao tried his best to block the fat man's arm, it felt like a dragonfly trying to shake a pillar, and it was completely useless! Not only did he fail to stop the fat man's big hand from getting closer and closer, but he also became so tired that he felt short of breath and almost fainted.
At this moment, Yang Hongtao was truly on the verge of tears. How could he have ended up possessing the body of that scoundrel Zhou Ziwei? Although Yang Hongtao wasn't a particularly strong and robust man in his previous life, he certainly wasn't this weak!
"Haha..." When the fat man first saw that Yang Hongtao's technique was extremely tricky and he actually grabbed his wrist in one go, he was secretly surprised and thought that he had really run into a master this time.
However, when Yang Hongtao pulled hard, the fat man almost burst out laughing.
"You're really something else! With your skinny arms and legs, you think you can take on your old man? Heh heh... Go to hell!"
Fearing things might get complicated and losing interest in playing along with Yang Hongtao any longer, the fat man quickened his pace, grabbed Yang Hongtao's neck, and twisted it forcefully...
"You're the one who should die!" Yang Hongtao roared. Facing this life-or-death situation, he really used every ounce of strength he had. He simply grabbed the fat man's wrist with both hands, straining his arms and concentrating all his strength into one... However, the strength in his body was too small. Even if he used all of it, there wouldn't be much left. So Yang Hongtao simply used the soul power hidden deep within his soul through his hands as well.
However, Yang Hongtao seemed to have forgotten that although his soul power was wondrous, it could not come into contact with living beings, otherwise it would produce a strong rebound effect.
The more powerful a life form is, the stronger its reaction will be when it encounters soul power. Similarly, the stronger the soul power that Yang Hongtao used to touch the life form, the stronger the reaction will be.
Therefore, when Yang Hongtao uses his soul power to scan, he can only separate a tiny wisp. Even if he accidentally comes into direct contact with someone's body, he will at most be bounced far away.
This time, however, Yang Hongtao exerted almost all his strength to force his soul power out from his palms. In that instant, a massive amount of soul power collided violently with the fat man's wrists, and then... a miracle happened!
Originally, soul power is a unique type of energy that rarely generates much physical force. However, under this intense contact, the previously gentle soul power suddenly underwent an indescribable qualitative change, much like a tiny atomic nucleus undergoing fission under specific conditions, suddenly bursting forth with an indescribably powerful physical force.
With a loud "boom," just as the fat man, his face filled with murderous intent, was about to snap Yang Hongtao's neck, he suddenly felt as if he had crashed into a speeding armored vehicle. An incredibly powerful force, so strong it instilled despair, erupted from Yang Hongtao's thin, contorted arm, which he had looked down upon. Then, he felt his body become light, like a hydrogen balloon that had lost its string, and he flew sideways toward the ceiling of the cabin...
Volume 1, Rebirth of a Prodigy, Chapter 56: Shock
With a loud "bang," the fat man's nearly 180-pound body slammed heavily onto the cabin ceiling, actually creating a shallow dent in the alloy ceiling. Then, like a pile of lifeless rotten flesh, the fat man fell from the air in free fall, landing solidly in the center of the aisle.
Without a doubt, this poor terrorist was dead beyond any doubt. Just look at his head, which had been smashed flat, and you'd know that even a god couldn't save him.
What's even more shocking is that... the fat man's entire right arm was twisted beyond recognition, looking like a limp noodle that had been carelessly rolled into a ball.
Even without touching it, you can tell that the bones in this poor child's arm are definitely shattered into powder, with only a layer of skin barely holding it together.
Yang Hongtao never expected that his soul power could be used in this way. Normally, when he used his soul power to investigate others, if his soul power accidentally touched someone's body, it would be bounced far away, and a small amount of energy would be consumed as a result. This characteristic gave him a lot of headaches and made him extremely frustrated.
Fortunately, after using this soul power for a long time, it became as easy as using one's own arm and fingers. Yang Hongtao could skillfully extend and retract it with his will, so when using it to examine other people's bodies, he could avoid direct contact with their physical bodies as much as possible, thus reducing the consumption of soul power.
Otherwise, like today when he searched through everyone's belongings on the plane, who knows how much soul power that would have consumed!
But now Yang Hongtao finally understands that the soul power, which is the most troublesome characteristic for him, can actually be turned into an incredibly powerful weapon if used properly!
However, this powerful weapon also consumes a terrifying amount of soul power. Yang Hongtao carefully sensed it and found that in just a short while, the soul power in his body had decreased by nearly one-third.
In other words... that incredibly powerful strike just now consumed the same amount of soul power as the total soul energy that Yang Hongtao extracted from more than seventy remnant souls.
What a waste! More than seventy remnant souls... Yang Hongtao hid inside the bullet and waited at the execution ground for three years, and he only managed to fuse with nearly a hundred remnant souls. Just now, seventy of them were ejected at once. How could Yang Hongtao not feel extremely pained by this!
Of course, as painful as it may be, Yang Hongtao would definitely still go all out to beat him up if he encountered the same situation again. After all, being reborn is not easy! Although Zhou Ziwei's body is a bit terrible, who knows if he would have a chance to be resurrected if he died again? So... no matter how precious the power of the soul is, it is not as precious as his own life!
Shocking!
The scene just now was truly shocking; everyone in the cabin, from the flight attendants to the passengers, was completely stunned.
Everyone has seen kung fu and action movies. Scenes like the one just mentioned, where someone is punched and sent flying to the ceiling, are quite common in movies. However, anyone with an IQ above 10 knows that it's fake, a special effect, and would never happen in real life.
But... just now, such a scene actually appeared right in front of them, and it was a scene that looked even more exaggerated than most action movies, which made their brains short-circuit for a moment.
Is it that they don't understand, or is the world just changing too fast?
Thus, in the eyes of everyone in the cabin, Yang Hongtao became a mysterious and unpredictable hermit, an unparalleled expert, a martial arts master... Even if Yang Hongtao had acted cowardly before, even if he was now trembling and pale as a sheet due to exhaustion, they still saw it as a manifestation of a master's personality!
"Thud—" In the silence of the entire cabin, the sound of the slightly thin terrorist's pistol falling to the ground sounded particularly jarring.
Everyone was startled by the sudden noise and their eyes naturally turned to the direction from which it came. There they saw the skinny man, who had been so arrogant just moments before, now running like a stray dog towards the exit of the cabin.
Even terrorists aren't all fearless in the face of death, let alone someone who knows they're doomed to die. Only a fool would make a pointless sacrifice! The skinny guy has always been quite brave, but he was so terrified by the fat guy's death that half of his gallbladder ruptured! Now, even if some miracle doctor were to transplant two more bear gallbladders into him, he wouldn't dare to provoke that sickly-looking young man who looked like he could collapse at the slightest touch.
He now only hates that the organization's intelligence personnel are so negligent. That woman hired such a terrifying expert to protect her, but why wasn't it mentioned at all in the intelligence reports!
"Kill him...kill him!"
"Quick... don't let him get away!"
When everyone saw that one of the two hijackers had been smashed into a pile of minced meat and the other had fled in terror, they immediately became excited as if they had been injected with chicken blood, and started shouting and yelling.
Of course... these people were all just cheering and shouting, but none of them actually took the lead. They were all waiting to see how Yang Hongtao would once again display his divine power and kill that skinny guy.
"Cough cough..." Yang Hongtao was also quite stimulated by the enthusiastic atmosphere. He bent over and coughed twice. Then, under the eager anticipation of more than a hundred pairs of eyes, he took a step forward, swung his arms, and slowly chased after them.
It wasn't that Yang Hongtao wanted to imitate the awesome entrance of the God of Gamblers, but rather that he had indeed exhausted almost all the little strength he had left in his body during his struggle between life and death. It was already a miracle that he could still stand up at this point. To think that he could do an extreme sprint to catch up with the skinny guy who was walking like the wind was just pure nonsense.
Therefore, Yang Hongtao's goal was not to catch up with the skinny man and then use his special move, which required burning a large amount of soul power, to kill him. In fact, even if he could catch up with the skinny man, he would definitely not be willing to expend so much soul power.
So he only ran a few steps, picked up the composite plastic pistol that the skinny man had just dropped, and then, with the last bit of strength in his body, cranked the bolt, loaded the magazine, raised the muzzle, aimed it at the skinny man's head, and gently pulled the trigger...
With a loud "bang," a dark, bloody hole appeared on the head of the skinny man who had just run to the machine gun door. He swayed and then collapsed to the ground.
"Om Mani Padme Hum—"
Upon seeing two fresh, pure souls rise from the cabin, Yang Hongtao naturally wouldn't be polite to these evil terrorists. He didn't care whether they had any chance of reincarnation or not. He directly chanted the Six-Syllable Mantra deep within his soul, instantly releasing six holy halos of varying sizes, which directly purified and devoured the two intact souls that hadn't yet been scorched by the sunlight.
Ah, that feels so good...
Yang Hongtao lost the soul power of about seventy remnant souls in that one strike, but after absorbing these two fresh souls, he actually replenished the soul power equivalent to twenty remnant souls.
The soul energy of these two terrorists was actually similar to that of the young assassin that Yang Hongtao had merged with a few days ago. It seems that his previous guess was correct. It was not that the assassin's soul was so powerful, but mainly because a complete soul has more soul energy, almost equivalent to ten times the remnant soul that had been scorched by sunlight.
Volume 1 The Rebirth of a Prodigy Chapter 57 Waiting