RBCT Chapter 127 In his presence, we are all females!
Chapter 127 In his presence, we are all females!
"watt?!"
Mike's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets when he looked down and saw that the steel pipe was bent into a Z-shape.
Soft, mushy steel pipes?
No, it's stiff, blond hair!
Fear gripped his heart instantly, and Mike turned to run, but then he heard a low growl behind him:
"Muda!"
Bang! Crack—!
A piercing, crushing pain shot through Mike's knee. He screamed in agony and collapsed to the ground, clutching his shattered kneecap with both hands, his body convulsing in agony.
"I'm starving—!!"
Jiang Ling squatted down, grabbed his collar from the back, and casually tugged at it.
Tear--!
The T-shirt, which was not of high quality to begin with, shattered instantly, turning into several pieces of rags.
Mike's muscular, dark-skinned upper body was exposed to the cold air and to the horrified or astonished gazes of the entire cabin.
"Boss!!"
Seeing their leader beaten and humiliated, the Nepalese henchmen turned red with rage, roared, and charged forward, swinging their steel pipes.
【Zawarudo—!】
hum...
The passage of time was gripped by an invisible giant hand, and it froze instantly.
A second passed...
Two seconds passed...
Rip! Rip! Crack! Crack!
When time resumed its flow, the underlings felt a blur before their eyes.
Then came the sound of clothes being roughly torn, and the teeth-grinding cracking sound coming from the kneecap!
"I'm so hungry—!"
"My legs!"
Screams rang out one after another, and several young Negroes who rushed up collapsed to the ground in various contorted positions, unable to get up again.
They looked up in horror and saw a towering figure, its back to the cabin lights, casting a large, suffocating shadow.
Jiang Ling crossed her arms over her chest and turned slightly to the side.
The slightly sheer shirt perfectly outlines the firm, perfect contours of the muscles, every line exuding explosive power.
Male hormones almost materialized, permeating the small space.
Despite the excruciating pain, Mike tried to muster his last bit of strength.
But under the crushing force of the opponent's almost tyrannical "masculine power".
His last remaining ferocity crumbled.
—In his presence, we are all females…
This was the only thought left in Mike's mind. He couldn't help but swallow, and certain attributes within him quietly awakened.
As for the other passengers, their emotions went from extreme panic at the beginning to stunned silence at the moment, like riding a roller coaster.
The flight attendant in black stockings was so frightened that she fell to the ground.
The little boy in the mother's arms was the first to recover, excitedly pointing at Jiang Ling and shouting:
"On an empty stomach! Remove Nice from the oven on an empty stomach!"
This childish cry was like a pebble thrown into a calm lake, instantly creating ripples.
Many foreign passengers, as if waking from a dream, raised their hands and let out trembling cheers of relief.
"OMG! That's some serious plastering skill!"
"That's amazing! Unbelievable!"
"Mom, I saw a living kung fu master!"
Several people from Great Xia were incredulous, exclaiming, "Dude, you really know how to do that?"
boom--!
Another gunshot rang out, cruelly shattering the newly formed atmosphere of joy.
The passengers who had just stood up to applaud were like ducks with their necks being choked; their cheers were stuck in their throats, and they shrank back to their seats in fear.
The cockpit door was pulled open, and Taro Yamano, holding a gun in one hand and dragging the captain, whose head was split open and whose face was covered in blood and brain matter, out like a dead dog.
He blew on the still-smoking muzzle of his gun, a smug smirk on his face, and slowly said in accented English:
"The spear is the king of weapons; beyond seven paces, the spear is fast; within seven paces, the spear is both fast and accurate..."
The flight attendant in black stockings was so frightened she wet herself again, and closed her eyes in utter despair:
"It's over. Even a martial arts master... is no match for a pistol."
"Pfft—! Male...male adult?"
Taro Yamano's smug sneer suddenly froze on his face, replaced by utter astonishment and pain.
He coughed up a mouthful of blood mixed with pieces of internal organs.
He bowed his head in disbelief.
The blood-stained tip of the steel pipe protruded from the center of his chest.
"Uh... gulp..."
He tried to turn his head, but he no longer had the strength.
The light in his eyes quickly dimmed, and his body went limp as he collapsed forward.
The passengers who had just retreated stood up again in unison, with even greater force.
The deafening applause and cheers erupted instantly, ten times more enthusiastic than before!
Many people from Daxia were filled with excitement, raising their hands and shouting:
"This is the kung fu of our Great Xia Dynasty, it's amazing!"
"Brother, please teach me your real skills!" someone said, sliding to their knees with a crisp and clean motion.
"From now on, if anyone says that Teacher Baoguo's skills are all show and no substance, I'll argue with them!"
Jiang Ling considers himself a calm, composed man who doesn't crave fame.
Even if you put on a huge show, your heart should remain as calm as a still well.
So, with the same smile as the Mighty King, he casually waved his hand:
"Haha, actually I'm not that good~"
Just then, a weak voice came from the back row and asked:
"Um... is the captain a little dead?"
Everyone looked in the direction of the sound and saw a young woman with delicate features and a large belly, timidly pointing at the captain whose brains were slowly flowing out on the ground.
She is Miss Liu Yishan.
Jiang Ling readily complied, squatted down, and extended two fingers to professionally check the captain's breath.
Then he nodded solemnly: "No breath, he's dead."
As Liu Yishan watched the pinkish brain matter slowly leaking out of the captain, she couldn't help but twitch the corners of her mouth.
In this situation, it seems unnecessary to check the breath...
However, after her reminder, the ecstatic passengers finally realized a more serious problem:
The hijackers are out, but who's going to fly the plane?!
"Co-pilot! Where's the co-pilot?!" someone shouted in panic.
The flight attendant in black stockings scrambled into the cockpit, then let out a near-hysterical, groundhog-like scream:
"Ah—!!! The first-in-command... is dead too!!"
Panic spread like wildfire once more. The cabin instantly descended into chaos, filled with cries, questions, and desperate prayers.
The smells of blood, urine, and the unique, multicolored vomit wafting from Gen Kiyoko's side.
It all blended into a nauseating atmosphere of despair.
Yuan Qingzi couldn't help but vomit two more blobs of colorful clouds, and then leaned back in her chair, half asleep.
Jiang Ling's eyes turned crimson as she scanned everyone.
Countless streams of information rushed through his field of vision like a waterfall. He quickly scanned the panicked passengers, his gaze finally settling on the nearly unconscious Yuan Qingzi.
A flood of information about her appeared, and Jiang Ling's gaze was firmly fixed on the very first item:
[1. Kiyoko Minamoto has extensive experience piloting helicopters and small aircraft, accumulating over 300 hours of flight time, and received insurance coverage of $1200 million...]
"Luckily, there are people who can fly planes, so I don't have to expose the abilities of my hood."
He strode over, grabbed the limp Yuan Qingzi from her seat, and half-carried, half-lifted her towards the driver's seat.
"Ugh... Ugh—!" The violent shaking made her vomit again, and she asked indistinctly:
"What...what are you doing?"
"You fly the plane."
Jiang Ling closed the driver's side door and put her in the driver's seat.
He then sat in the passenger seat.
If Gen Kiyoko fails, let's use the Emperor form as a backup.
Minamoto Kiyoko:? ? ?
Kiyoko was strapped into the spacious driver's seat by the seatbelt, her small face blank.
His eyes were unfocused as he stared at the control panel in front of him, which was filled with complicated instruments and levers.
I was stunned for a full three seconds.
I...I'm flying a plane, really?
P.S.: I'd love a little gift!