Chapter 14


    “F*ck!”


    Mable looked at the hijackers with hoods and guns rushing into the first-ss cabin. She could not


    hold back and cursed.


    She was already upset to meet ir, the scum, and now, she was facing a hijack.


    Mable was extremely unhappy at this moment.


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    She wanted to hit someone!


    Her wrist was suddenly held by a slightly cold hand.


    Mable looked down and met ir’s firm gaze. “Don’t be scared!”


    She sneered and shook off his hand. “It’s them who should be scared.”


    There were three other passengers in the first-ss cabin apart from Mable, Rahman, and ir.


    The two armed hijackers escorted them to the middle of the cabin, and the crew all squatted on the


    ground with their hands on their heads.


    Mable carefully looked around. There were a total of six hijackers, all of them equipped with guns.


    One of them also had a smoke bomb hanging from his waist.


    The leader of the hijackers took one of his men to the cockpit while the remaining four hijackers


    guarded the hostages in the cabin.


    Mable observed the position of the hijackers and was nning how to settle the six of them when


    her wrist was suddenly grabbed again.


    “Don’t mess around!”


    ir pulled Mable behind himself to reduce her presence as much as possible.


    Mable curled up her red lips and smiled faintly. “Are you afraid, Master ir?”


    ir lowered his voice. “Listen to me. Now is not the time to be brave.”


    ‘Listen to you?


    ‘No way!’


    Mable nced through the corners of her eyes at the hijackers nearest to them and suddenly shook


    off ir’s hand.


    She raised her hand and pped him in the face.


    “Scum, how dare you still think about that b*tch at this time?! Don’t you feel sorry for me?”


    ir froze and only felt that his face was on fire.


    ‘How dare this damn woman hit me?!’


    “What are you doing?!”


    The hijackers were attracted by themotion between Mable and ir. They walked over with


    their guns raised…


    Mable pretended to cover her face and wail. When one of the hijackers was only a step away from


    her, she fiercely pounced on him.


    The hijacker wanted to pull the trigger but found that the gun’s safety catch was being held firmly by


    Mable.


    Mable moved as fast as lightning and disarmed the hijacker’s gun in the blink of an eye. She also


    knocked him out with one p.


    In a split second, the other hijacker raised his gun and aimed it at her but was shot in the head


    before he could pull the trigger.


    Mable nced back at ir, who was raising a gun. She whistled and praised him, “Good shot!”


    In the next second, the two raised their guns simultaneously and aimed at the hijackers behind each


    other.


    Bang!


    Bang!


    Two gunshots were heard, and not a single bullet missed its mark.


    Two hijackers fell to the ground correspondingly.


    Without a moment’s dy, Mable ran toward the cockpit amidst the screams of the passengers,


    with ir and Rahman following closely behind.


    Inside the cockpit, the co-pilot had been knocked unconscious, whereas the captain was wounded


    and covered in blood.


    The hijacker leader pointed his gun at the bloodied captain and told him to change the course as


    they requested.


    As soon as Mable rushed to the cockpit door, the cold muzzle of a gun pressed against her


    forehead.


    “Don’t move!”


    The hijacker snatched the gun from Mable’s hand and aimed it at ir and Rahman, who were


    running over from behind.


    “Stand right there and throw the gun over, or I’ll shoot her dead!”


    ir’s face instantly changed as he looked at Mable being pointed at by a gun. His heart clenched


    tightly.


    Just as he was about to put down the gun, Mable suddenly sped the hijacker’s wrist like a ghost.


    ir seized the moment and raised his gun to shoot the hijacker in the temple.


    Mable picked up the gun on the ground and rushed into the cockpit.


    Another gunshot sounded.


    ir’s heart was at his throat. When he rushed in, he saw Mable standing in front of the dashboard


    unscathed, and at her feet was the hijacker leader.


    ir sighed with relief.


    Mable helped the injured captain down from the pilot seat with a straight face. “The captain’s wound


    needs immediate attention. Ask if there’s a doctor on board.”


    ir called for the flight attendants to help carry the captain out. When he turned his head after, he


    saw Mable sitting in the pilot seat.


    “Mable, you know how to fly a ne?” ir stared at her nkly.


    Mable looked askance at him. “Of course!”


    ‘Only, I used to fly fighter jets!’