“David Bolton,” Brian Sullivan's voice, calm to the extreme, echoed through the control tower, “you are a bloodthirsty Class A mutant. If you escape from Shenhai today, countless people will die because of you tomorrow.”

“I have to deal with you in Shenhai.”

On both ends of the radio, aside from the crackling static, there was not a sound, as if even the wind had frozen.

“Goddamn it—” Panic and rage surged to David Bolton's head at the same time. He nearly lost his mind, slammed the walkie-talkie down with a bang, spun around in a panic, and then rushed out of the cockpit.

Right outside the cockpit was first class. In the first row, a handsome guy with silver-white highlights in his hair was slowly raising his hands, a submachine gun pointed at his head.

David Bolton cursed loudly, didn’t even think, grabbed the guy by the collar, and dragged him alive into the cockpit.

The hapless Ethan White: “……”

David Bolton grabbed the submachine gun in one hand and the walkie-talkie in the other, spitting as he roared, “You, Sullivan—don’t think you’ve scared me! I have a hostage right now! If you don’t follow those three conditions, I’ll kill him right here! Just watch me!!”

There was a brief silence on the other end of the walkie-talkie, then Brian Sullivan's cold reply came:

“I never compromise with criminals.”

Bang bang bang bang bang!

The submachine gun spat fire, and a burst of bullets instantly riddled the hostage.

“……”

Ethan White, covered in blood, slowly leaned back and collapsed onto the cockpit floor.

“Ahhh—”

Outside the cockpit, the passengers erupted in terrified screams. Two C-class accomplices rushed over at the sound, and when they saw the corpse in the pool of blood, they froze: “B-boss?”

David Bolton panted heavily, clutching the walkie-talkie tightly: “Did you hear that, Sullivan? I can kill a few more, I can—”

On the other end of the communicator—bang!

Brian Sullivan turned and raised his gun at William Bolton, firing a clean, precise shot. The heart-wrenching scream rang clearly in David Bolton's ears.

“Your cousin has one leg left. The guided missile is ready to launch at any time,” Brian Sullivan said calmly.

The cockpit seemed frozen. The walkie-talkie slipped from David Bolton's stiff hand and clattered onto the control panel.

“W-what do we do…” one accomplice trembled, barely able to hold his gun, “That Sullivan is a madman, he—he means what he says…”

The essence of hostage-taking and extortion is a game of wits, but a Class A mutant criminal and ordinary humans are not even on the same level, so David Bolton had an absolute psychological advantage.

Until Brian Sullivan flipped the board.

“There’s still time, there’s still time.” Another accomplice muttered nervously, “Let’s just follow his orders and make an emergency landing at the airport. He wouldn’t dare use a missile at the airport, right? There are so many people in the cabin, we can grab a few more hostages then…”

His words were cut short.

From the pool of blood on the floor, the handsome guy’s corpse suddenly opened his eyes, propped himself up, and slowly sat up, taking off the blood-soaked white T-shirt.

Not only the three hijackers, but even the poor co-pilot thought he was hallucinating from shock.

“I’m going to teach you something…” Ethan White said hoarsely.

His upper body was powerfully built, shoulders broad and solid, six-pack abs sharply defined, the lines of his obliques disappearing into his jeans.

The submachine gun bullets began to exit his body one by one, clattering to the floor, while the bloody wounds healed rapidly.

“Even among ability users of the same class, there can be a huge difference in individual combat power. Let alone…”

The last bullet popped out from his heart, his skin and muscle restored as if nothing had happened, finally revealing the blood-red rank mark under his left collarbone, clearly reflected in the hijackers’ terrified eyes—

S.

Ethan White stood up, his blood-soaked fingers slicking his hair back, then reached out and made a grasping motion at the nearest hijacker from a distance.

The man didn’t even have time to scream before, with the sound of bones shattering, he was twisted into a human pretzel, then hurled through the air, crashing into the cabin wall. The massive airliner shuddered violently amid the passengers’ screams!

“Let alone someone trying to fake it on the moon,” Ethan White said coldly.

Chapter 3

“Prepare for the third city air raid alarm!”

“Evacuation of people in the target area is complete!”

“Jammer is in position, guided missile ready to launch!”

……

One order after another radiated from the control tower, spreading rapidly in all directions via radio, like an invisible protective umbrella slowly opening, covering the vast city of Shenhai.

“Inspector,” Jason Brooks put down the satellite phone, cold sweat soaking his temples, “We still can’t reach flight MN538 on the ground. The situation is unclear. What should we do?”

Brian Sullivan stood silently at the console. From the perspective of those around him, his profile was handsome and cold, his gaze deep and unfathomable.

“Call the military district,” he said slowly. “Until the last moment, without my permission, do not launch the missile.”

Bang—crash!

The hijacker, now unrecognizable, was thrown out of the cockpit, flying across the entire passenger cabin, smashing through two partitions, and landing at the feet of a flight attendant at the tail of the plane.