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Inside the plane, five terrorists spread out. Three were on guard with guns in the cabin, one entered the cockpit, and another burst into the first-class cabin.

In less than a minute, the five had hijacked the entire plane.

The cabin passengers, the flight attendants were in chaos. Faced with the vicious terrorists, none of them could help but be terrified.

A bearded man entered the first-class cabin where Ye Fan and others were. The man was first startled and showed a look of disbelief because, unlike the other passengers in the cabin, he saw a scene where one man and six women were each calmer than the last. Unlike the others who were scared to death, these seven seemed indifferent to the situation and showed not a trace of fear.

The man pointed his gun at Ye Fan and the others, fiercely saying, "If you don't want to die, you'd better behave. Otherwise, I'll send a round of bullets and send you all to meet Allah."

His fierceness was meant to scare Ye Fan and the others, but he was disappointed.

However, he didn't care and muttered disdainfully, "Looking like Huaxia people, they probably don't understand what I'm saying."

"How do we deal with these Huaxia guys?" The man contacted Michael to seek advice, "Should we kill them as a warning, so the others in the cabin behave, and also remind the government forces to ease up a bit."

"Without my orders, do not act rashly. Our goal is to force the government forces to release the prisoners. Don't make a big deal out of this, or it will be no good for us," Michael instructed.

The man sneered as he glanced at Ye Fan and the others, "Can you communicate with me?"

Du Xueqi, receiving a signal from Ye Fan's eyes, stood up and said disdainfully, "We don't care what you want to do, but we are not people you can provoke."

"Courting death, you're talking big in front of faithful Allah's believers. Believe it or not, I can kill you right now," the man said viciously.

"You can try and see if your gun is faster or my hand is faster. I don't mind breaking your neck," Du Xueqi said.

Just as the man was about to strike Du Xueqi with his gun, Michael's voice came through his earpiece, "Don't start a conflict. Later, if the government forces don't comply, use these people in front of you as an example. The hostages on the plane are our protection. Unless absolutely necessary, do not shoot casually."

Michael perceived that Ye Fan and the others were not simple, which was better. The more status and identity a person has, the more valuable they are.

The Ba Country Government will certainly treat the situation with caution. The passengers on the plane come from different nationalities, involving international issues, adding great pressure to the Ba Country Government, enhancing their bargaining chips.

"Big fat sheep," the man sneered, seeing Ye Fan and the others as fat sheep.

"If they don't listen later, I'll blow their heads off," the man left the first-class cabin to guard outside and communicated with the others.

The terrorists in the cockpit announced over the broadcast, "We have homemade high-intensity pulse bombs on us. If you don't want these people on the plane to die, agree to our terms. In half an hour, we want to see the prisoners on the list I provided released. If time goes over, we'll kill one person every five minutes until the last person is dead."

The terrorists' words were heard by those in the cabin and the crowd in the airport waiting room.

At this moment, Zia, a lieutenant in the Ba Country government army, led the troops to the airport, securing the perimeter of the airport.

Beside Lieutenant Zia stood the airport leaders and officials, their faces grim, listening to Zia's scolding.

"Incompetents, a group of fools. Just six terrorists and you were beaten into submission, fleeing helplessly." Lieutenant Zia was furious. He was given full responsibility by the top, and if not handled well, resulting in significant hostage casualties, he'll definitely be held accountable by them. By that time, the Ba Country Government will surely punish him to relieve international pressure.

Now, the pressing issue was hostage rescue, but how to execute it?

They were dealing with pulse bombs. Even killing the terrorists wouldn't stop the bombs from detonating.

How could the Ba Country Government possibly compromise with the rebels? If they adhere to the terrorists' demands, where would the government's dignity lie? This translation is powered by the readers at M|V|LE9MPYR.

No matter what, Lieutenant Zia had no way to act except for symbolic resistance. As for what the final result would be, he didn't know, but he could guess his prospects were very bleak.

"Lieutenant Zia, the rebels have strong firepower. I led soldiers to counterattack, but all the bodies lying down were ours. It's not our incompetence; the rebels' attack was too sudden and powerful," an officer reported.

"Useless, more than twenty soldiers can't even kill six terrorists and allowed them to board the plane. Why don't you commit suicide to atone for your failure?" Lieutenant Zia was blazing with anger.

"Reporting, Lieutenant, there are five terrorists on the plane. One terrorist we managed to kill," the officer defended.

"Killed, killed, I asked you to kill them," Lieutenant Zia slapped the officer, "The terrorist carried out a suicide attack, scared your guts out, and you call that your doing? If you utter another word, I'll shoot you."

"Yes, yes, I spoke out of turn, I deserve to die." The officer retreated repeatedly, his face swollen.

"Lieutenant, what now?" an airport official spoke up.

"You pig, how did the terrorists bypass security checks? What on earth are you doing?" Lieutenant Zia admonished.

"It's not our negligence; the rebels are just too clever," the official wiped his cold sweat.

"Since you still have some use, I won't kill you for now, but otherwise, I'd shoot you myself." Lieutenant Zia muttered under his breath. Then, he negotiated with the terrorists to buy time.

"You, surround the plane, and wait for my order to rescue the hostages," Lieutenant Zia unilaterally commanded.

The officer pointed out by Zia hesitated, "Lieutenant, the rebels have pulse bombs on them. How do we rescue?"

"Get going, follow my orders, and I don't want to hear any more nonsense, or I'll kill you," Lieutenant Zia grunted angrily.

"Yes, Lieutenant." The officer left.

"How many hostages can be saved depends on their fate. Those destined to live may survive, and the unlucky ones can only die in vain. The Ba Country Government will never bow to the rebels, that's for sure." Lieutenant Zia mused silently, "As long as the Ba Country Government makes some gestures and sacrifices a bit, we can explain."

Inside the plane, Ye Fan began to act.