Reborn: The Rookie Detective Chapter 224 224: 224-Discussion

Bang!

Bonnie opened the front left door of the plane according to the opening procedure, then pulled the handle under the door. The automatically inflating ergency slide instantly expanded and extended to the ground.

Because the nose landing gear had broken, the plane was nose-down, and the door at the front was closer to the ground than normal. It seed that an co-pilot had given a demonstration, being the first to disembark and then helping to receive passengers below.

"Sit down, like him, cross your arms over your chest, and slide down."

Bonnie stood at the door, directing passengers to disembark one by one.

anwhile, Jack and JJ were struggling with the tree trunk. The prisoner, Luis Gaspare, who had a beard longer than most, was stuck between the tree trunk and his seat.

The tree trunk, as thick as an average person's arm, was incredibly resilient. Like a javelin, it pierced through the Interpol officer's right ribcage, destroying his lungs and heart, then exited under his left armpit, before embedding itself firmly in the plane's cabin wall.

If the prisoner hadn't been positioned low, bracing himself against the back of the chair, he would likely have lost both arms by now. After finally managing to remove the tree trunk from the bulkhead, Jack carefully laid the Interpol officer's body, tree trunk and all, flat in the corridor. He didn't even have a knife; he was helpless with such a thick, fresh log.

Forcing the trunk off the body would severely damage it, which was completely unnecessary.

The prisoner, Gaspare, had regained his composure. He seed like a man of few words, simply nodding to the two, whispering a thank you, and preparing to walk towards the hatch.

"Wait." Jack said, taking a bunch of keys from the Interpol officer's belt and tossing them to him.

"Unlock the handcuffs before you get off. Don't panic the passengers. Also, keep a low profile, understand?"

Gaspare nodded solemnly. "Thank you for your trust. I will repay you."

Jack didn't waste any more words with him. He knew nothing about this man and could only wait and see. But now, every extra person ant extra strength, and surviving in the rainforest was no easy feat.

Although half of the tattoo on the guy's arm was hidden by his clothes, Jack still recognized it as the insignia of the French Foreign Legion, the "Hand of Tanjou."

Below the "Hand of Tanjou" was a ring containing the Arabic nural 2, indicating he belonged to the 2nd French Foreign Infantry Regint. In this place, one such person was worth ten, far more useful than those screaming passengers.

Watching Gaspare disembark, Jack reached for the lower back of the corpse on the ground. There lay a Glock 17, probably the only weapon on the entire plane.

After 9/11, the US often deployed ard security personnel on dostic flights, and the FBI, which allows guns on board, also had certain security obligations. However, this was obviously not possible on international flights.

For this flight to Singapore, Jack didn't even bring a Swiss Army knife, let alone a gun, to avoid any disputes at Singapore airport security. After all, he thought this was a vacation, not a Island survival.

He handed the Glock 17 to JJ, indicating she should hide it for self-defense, and then rummaged through the Interpol officer's backpack, finding two spare magazines, which he handed over as well.

It wasn't that he didn't want to use a gun, but JJ's fighting ability was sowhat worrying. Although FBI agents were certainly trained, based on her performance in the gym, she was probably only better than Reid, no more.

"Hey, you two, I think I need your help," Captain Torrance said to Jack and JJ as he returned to the business class cabin.

Most of the passengers had disembarked, and the flight attendants were gradually disembarking.

"You're the captain, please give your orders. I haven't even had a chance to thank you for saving us." Jack said politely, but he wasn't really grateful. If he had recognized this guy as the pilot earlier, he wouldn't have gotten on the plane even if you killed him.

"Let's get off the plane first. Although the fuel in the wings was drained before landing, there's still a danger."

"Oh right, I forgot to introduce myself. My na is Brandy Torrance."

The captain in front of him was noticeably older than the character Jack had seen in movies. Although he still retained so military bearing, he was quite overweight and had a large belly.

Jack and JJ introduced themselves and followed the captain off the plane.

"One female passenger fainted due to shock, but she's now conscious and being cared for by her husband. The others have minor scratches and bruises; our dical kit is sufficient."

"However, I feel everyone is quite uneasy." The chief flight attendant, Bonnie, still had slightly red and swollen eyes, but diligently reported the passengers' condition to Captain Brandy Torrance.

Torrance didn't ask further questions, but instead gently comforted her, "Hey, Bonnie, I'm very sorry about Isabella."

Isabella was likely the flight attendant who died on the plane.

Bonnie nodded, saying nothing more, and was about to turn and leave when JJ called her back.

"Why don't we gather the co-pilot and the other flight attendants to discuss this, especially regarding our identities? I suggest we don't reveal them yet, to avoid causing other passengers to overthink."

JJ's suggestion was very practical; Jack could already imagine what would happen if the crew revealed their FBI identities to the passengers.

Eighty percent of people would imdiately connect the dots to sothing like a terrorist attack. Even if they had witnessed ball lightning strike the cabin half an hour earlier, they would still bla the two FBI agents for the plane crash.

Then they would make a huge scene, demanding the FBI take responsibility and the federal governnt compensate them for their losses.

It's not that the FBI has a bad reputation; it's just that the people in panic and fear need soone to place the bla for their fears.

Soon, the crew mbers were gathered together. JJ fabricated a false identity, saying that she and Jack were both LAPD mbers and were willing to step forward to help, asking the crew mbers to agree on a story.

Then everyone summarized the current situation.

The plane was definitely beyond repair, not only because of structural damage, but also because the lightning protection design couldn't withstand the ball lightning attack. The radio was burned out, and the two captains needed so ti to confirm whether it could be repaired.

But they both said the chances were slim. Jack did have the relevant skills, but it was only repair, not restoration magic; he could only say he would try his luck later.

There was definitely no cell phone signal. Imdiately after disembarking, all passengers, including crew mbers, checked their phones and asked if anyone had a satellite phone, but the result was disappointing.

[A/n: They are BAU agents right. I an they could carry a satellite phone atleast. Or is that not allowed in Singapore?]

No external communication ant no way to call for help, as the plane had been struck by lightning before being forced to make an ergency landing.

Based on the ti lost contact with the airport and the ti spent on the ergency landing, Captain Torrance estimated that the airline needed to search over 10,000 square miles of airspace.

Even they themselves couldn't pinpoint their exact location; they were in the Sulu Archipelago in the southern Philippines, surrounded by dozens of small islands besides the dium-sized island of Jolo.