"Captain, I need you to co to the cockpit."
At this mont, a young male voice suddenly broadcasted in the cabin, which should be the co-pilot of this flight.
The captain shifted his gaze from Gu Ji to the man in sunglasses, gave him a deep look, patted the shoulder of chief purser Betty, and finally turned back to the cabin.
"Mr. Yassen, please return to your seat imdiately!"
"Everyone back to your seats! This is very unsafe..."
Betty, along with a blonde flight attendant, ca over and reached out, trying to get Gu Ji and the passengers to return to their seats, but at this mont the Middle Eastern curly-haired guy jumped out again, nervously asking, "What’s going on? He just ntioned a detonating device! What exactly does that person have in his hand? Is it a terrorist attack?"
"Sir, please calm down! Return to your seat!"
"I’m not going back! I want to get off the plane! Let off the plane right now! Oh my god, this flight is about to explode!"
"Ah!"
The Middle Eastern curly-haired guy pushed aside the blocking blonde flight attendant and desperately rushed toward the cockpit.
The bald air marshal saw this and imdiately drew his pistol:
"Stop! Stop right now!"
"Ah! The cop is going to shoot us! We’re all going to die here!"
The Middle Eastern curly-haired guy stood there in terror, protecting his head with both hands, shouting loudly.
Only then did Gu Ji understand why he was so anxious; he likely suffered from ’space phobia’-like ailnts. Whenever he flew, he felt his heart race, his breathing quicken, he had headaches, anxiety, irritability, sweating, nausea, weakness, and changes in blood pressure, among other symptoms.
This might be related to a fear of heights, or perhaps witnessing an air disaster firsthand, causing him extre fear of airplanes.
"God! What on earth is happening..."
"I’m starting to get scared!"
"Excuse , chief purser! Is that person really a terrorist?"
"Yeah, everyone’s very concerned about safety!"
...
The extre behavior of the Middle Eastern curly-haired guy seed like lighting a fuse, instantly igniting the panic buried within the passengers’ hearts, compelling the crew to reveal the truth.
Betty looked troubled, staring at Gu Ji with eyes that seed to show bla, as if questioning why he instigated trouble just now.
Before she could speak, the silent man in sunglasses suddenly raised his left hand, revealing a cylindrical object the size of a lipstick, resembling a spray, and said sternly:
"I’m saying for the last ti, change course to Matsalan imdiately, or I will release the VX nerve agent in my hand!"
"Nerve agent?"
"Ah! Everyone run!! He has a virus in his hand!"
"Ah——!"
At the instant they heard "nerve agent," the passengers erupted into screams of panic, like a lion charging into a flock of sheep, everyone frantically squeezing and fleeing towards the back of the cabin. Several young college students even stepped on seats to climb back, shouting the freckled girl’s na, "Chloe," as they escaped, one elderly woman with poor mobility accidentally fell to the ground and was stepped on by those behind, letting out a shrill scream.
"Everyone, don’t run around! This is very dangerous!"
"Return to your seats imdiately!"
Betty and the blonde flight attendant shouted desperately, attempting to prevent a stampede event from occurring, but in front of the "nerve agent," no one listened to them.
Gu Ji had already foreseen this scene.
He also knew soone would get hurt, but he had no choice, it’s the only asure he could take.
Compared to the plane crashing, with everyone burned to ashes, a little skin abrasion is really nothing.
It’s just that he didn’t expect what the man in sunglasses held was the infamous VX nerve agent.
VX nerve agent is a neurotoxin that has been included as standard equipnt by the military since its inception and later beca a major focus of research and attention by multiple countries. It’s a third-generation chemical warfare agent and is considered more toxic than sarin, ranking as the most deadly of all toxic gases.
It is a liquid in oil form, but when exposed to air, it instantly transforms into a gaseous state. The key is its extre potency; just 10 milligrams can be fatal, whether through skin, objects, ground, or air contact, the body’s Central Nervous System will be damaged, breathing will cease, and life will be lost ultimately.
No wonder the previous captain agreed so decisively to change course, even the air marshal didn’t dare to stop it.
The device in the man in sunglasses’ hand should be structured similar to a tear-gas canister; pressing the button will instantly transform the oily liquid inside into gaseous spray, spreading rapidly into the air.
Since VX is a typical persistent agent, its lethal effect lasts from several hours to several days.
Moreover, a civilian aircraft is a positively pressurized enclosed space, making the gas difficult to dissipate for a while, so as long as the VX nerve agent disperses inside the plane, it’s continuously hazardous, not a single person will survive!
"Put it down! If you activate it, you won’t survive either!"
The bald policeman, seeing the man in sunglasses admitting the truth, disregarded the other passengers in the cabin and imdiately turned his gun toward the terrorist’s head.
The man in sunglasses took off his glasses, revealing a pair of sharp, ruthless eyes, grinned, "Go ahead and shoot, let’s see if your gun is faster or my hand is! Change course now!!"
Ding-dong!
The seatbelt sign on the ceiling of the cabin suddenly lit up, but due to Gu Ji altering the course of events, this ti the broadcast was from the captain in the cockpit, "I am the captain of this flight, do not be afraid, return to your seats, fasten your seatbelts, we are changing our course destination to xico Matzalan, please believe in , believe in the crew, and we will do our utmost to safely deliver you ho!"
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