Apparently, luck wasn’t on our side this round. The power mark is useful, but being the lowest level, its effectiveness in the plane crash checkpoint is limited.
A blue light descended, and a familiar sensation surged in Gu Ji’s heart.
Gu Ji suddenly felt he could understand the idle chatter of passengers from all over the world around him.
[New objective: Survive for 30 minutes!]
Arriving at the area where the short-haired flight attendant and the curly-haired Middle Eastern man were arguing, the purser Betty had just heard the commotion and was lifting the curtain dividing the business class to walk over.
Gu Ji squeezed past her first.
"Hello, Purser Betty, I have a question, do the cockpit crew mbers have the sa al tis as us?"
"And you are...?"
"My na is Yasen, and I’m an aviation enthusiast. I’ve flown on flights you served before."
"Oh, I see. Our airline crew uses a staggered al schedule. The captain eats first, then the co-pilot. Sorry, I have other matters to handle right now and can answer your questions later."
Betty briefly explained a few things, but seeing the argunt intensifying, she had to find an excuse to leave.
Gu Ji leaned slightly disappointed on the back of a nearby chair.
As expected.
The ga wouldn’t let you clear it that easily. The captain’s al is served in sync with the cabin or even earlier, and by the ti the checkpoint starts, a portion of the als has already been distributed.
Gu Ji initially thought of invoking the "7472" code to forcibly alert the captain of a terrorist attack and to avoid eating, but that wouldn’t work now.
Because no matter how many tis he dies and restarts, he can’t save the captain.
As for the staggered al tis Betty ntioned, it’s actually for safety reasons. If both flight crew ate the sa food, and it happened to be problematic, it would be catastrophic for the whole plane.
Back in the early eighties, there was almost an accident due to airplane food. One of the als provided on the plane was cassava pudding, and since proper hygiene asures weren’t taken, the crew suffered food poisoning.
To prevent such accidents, the two captains generally eat different als, and their al tis are staggered, usually by over an hour.
"Airplane als are prepared on the ground before being brought on board. If the attacker isn’t from the ground, then it’s the flight attendant responsible for delivering the captain’s al."
Gu Ji peeked towards the cabin through a gap in the curtain.
The business class black-haired flight attendant?
Last round, she didn’t seem to have any unusual behavior...
He irritably ran a hand through his hair, turned around, and saw Betty still apologizing to the Middle Eastern curly-haired man, while the freckled woman Chloe stood by with a disdainful look, openly showing her dislike for the curly-haired man.
The suit-wearing Riddle was clacking away on his computer keyboard.
The blonde flight attendant continued to distribute food with the trolley, and when she reached the man with sunglasses, he again pulled out a US Dollar bill and handed it to the flight attendant with a smile.
Since the "captain" situation can’t be solved, the next step is to find the hidden hijacker.
But the ga only gave him sixteen minutes in the airplane scenario, and scrutinizing 107 passengers in such a short ti is unrealistic.
So he must first filter out key targets.
Among the people Gu Ji has interacted with, the man in the suit, Riddle, is the most suspicious. In the second cycle, he seed very knowledgeable about the Sinaloa Drug Cartel, and during the confrontation with the drug dealers, he was also the first to escape and disappear.
Perhaps it’s because he was observing and evaluating during that ti.
Riddle vaguely sensed his gaze, slightly lifted his head, glanced at him from the corners of his eyes, and then quickly looked down again.
This guy is definitely up to no good!
Gu Ji imdiately walked over briskly.
Hearing footsteps, Riddle, sitting further inside, nervously closed his laptop screen for a mont, and looked up to feign innocence, blinking, "Uh, sir, can I help you with sothing?"
"Are you working?"
"Ah, yes."
"What kind of work?"
"Uh, well... just so reports and stuff. Hey, you know, I don’t think we’ve t before. Do we know each other?"
"We’ve t once before, your na is Riddle."
Upon hearing this, a flash of panic crossed Riddle’s eyes, and then more shock, as he muttered subconsciously, "No way, how did you..."
At the mont he moved to pull out the USB from the laptop.
Gu Ji took a leap forward, raised his hand, and snatched the laptop from the tray table.
"Hey! Hey! Why are you taking my computer?" Riddle beca anxious on the spot, standing up to grab it back, but Gu Ji pushed him back with a palm, glaring viciously, "I’m warning you! I know all about your deeds! Don’t test my patience!"
"W-what deeds..." Riddle was pushed against the wall, looking nervously away.
An adjacent passenger, looking left and right at Gu Ji and Riddle, seed frightened and quickly got up to squeeze past them both.
Gu Ji couldn’t care less at this point.
He opened the laptop, and fortunately, Riddle hadn’t managed to remove the encrypted USB, nor did he close the page, which displayed an Excel spreadsheet.
"Fuck! Give back my computer!"
Seeing the information about to be exposed, Riddle completely lost it, lunging forward with all his might to reclaim it.
But he was no match for Gu Ji, who twisted his waist and swung his right arm like an ax chopping wood. With a loud bang and a subsequent crack, Riddle’s jaw dislocated, his head collapsing onto the seat, his whole cheek swelling up.
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