Dragon Clan: My Dad is Ange

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Inside the cockpit, the floorboards were suddenly and violently lifted. Sato Shuichi's crimson eyes stared at the two pilots, his arm a blurry afterimage.

"Come and be buried with me!"

A line of blood drew a perfect arc in the air, and two heads rolled between the joysticks.

Sato laughed wildly as he watched the altimeter begin to tilt:

"Everyone on this plane will be buried with me. Let's die together in the sky!"

He looked at the blue sky outside and the bright sun. He was a moth, and he would rush towards the flames without hesitation.

I won’t regret even if I die!!

But then he turned around and wanted to open the protective door in front of him. Before facing death, he wanted to enjoy the feeling of killing.

This is a closed cabin, all the "little mice" can't escape, so he can kill them to his heart's content.

"This gentleman!"

The flight attendant's trembling voice came from outside the door, "The two captains are busy flying. If you have any needs, please tell us..."

Sato suddenly felt a palpitation, and he felt something very familiar.

It was like the feeling of facing a thunderstorm when they were locked up in that monastery that was specially used to imprison ghosts like them as children.

Outside the huge window, the sky turned dark, with layers of dark clouds piling up, as if they would fall from the sky at any time.

Lightning flashed in it and strong winds raged around it.

It was a violent storm with thunder and lightning. He thought he had gained the power to be free, but for some reason, he seemed to have become his weak self again.

Sato understood that he had intercepted the wrong plane. On this plane, there was a person whose bloodline pressure alone could make him tremble all over!

"So what if I have a high bloodline? I'm behind a super alloy door!"

"So what if you're of A-level blood? We don't allow controlled knives on this plane. You can't possibly break through this door!"

"Who wants to be buried with you in this high sky?"

When the clear male voice sounded, Sato's pupils suddenly contracted.

He instantly activated the seventh level of Moment, and the 128x speed field unfolded.

In that instant, a powerful word spirit that has been developed to the extreme can even restrain time zero!

But unfortunately, he was facing Time Zero who had been developed to the extreme, the emperor among emperors who could reach the limit of an instant with just his physical body!

His so-called seventh-level moment was no different from a child waving his fist in Ye Fan's eyes!

Ye Fan's fist penetrated the time barrier and pierced Sato's skull like shattering a layer of glass.

The red and white mixture splattered radially across the dashboard, and the headless corpse slowly fell to its knees.

The stewardess Fujiwara Norika, who was pushed away, slumped on the ground, looking at the black-haired young man who tore open the alloy door with his bare hands and was now shaking off the blood beads on his wrist.

"trouble."

Ye Fan glanced at the altimeter that started to alarm:

"Can you get me a towel? I've been getting really irritated lately when I see current events, and I've lost control of my strength."

At this moment, the intercom that fell to the ground began to emit another man's roar:

"Hey, what are you doing?! Why am I hearing someone else's voice here? If this plane had the measures already set up by the executive department, you'd be in trouble even if you had the serum!"

"There are no measures set up by the Japanese executive department on this plane."

Ye Fan picked up the phone and spoke to the person on the other end.

The cold voice passed through his eardrums and echoed in his mind, and Kenjiro So felt cold sweat dripping from his forehead.

"who are you?"

He asked with a trembling voice.

"Kassel Executive Department Commissioner, Ye Fan." Ye Fan replied, and then reminded softly:

"Stay there and wait for me or try to escape. Either way, I'll be here soon and tear your head off myself."

"What did you say?"

Beep, beep, beep…

There was a dead tone coming from the intercom, obviously the intercom on the other side had been destroyed.

Kenjiro Sou trembled and was able to deal with Sato in just a moment.

You should know that Sato had injected at least five tubes of blood essence in the past two days, and his bloodline was already infinitely close to A-level, and he also had the moment of Word Spirit that was extremely suitable for close combat.

And such a Sato was defeated so easily, without even being able to resist.

Kenjiro Mune stayed inside the airport as the crowd surged around him. He silently carried his suitcase to the toilet stall.

In his suitcase, there were twelve tubes of serum.

"This is Japan Operations, flight CA1873, please respond immediately! I repeat, flight CA1873, please respond immediately!"

A rapid male voice suddenly rang out from the communicator, with an unquestionable tone of command. Ye Fan, who was wiping the blood off his hands with a towel, raised an eyebrow when he heard the words.

"Captain, according to radar, you've deviated from your route! Execute emergency lockdown procedures immediately. All passengers, secure your seats and do not move! This may be a ghost area!"

Ye Fan glanced at the terrified expression frozen between the two heads on the dashboard, reached out and pressed the communication button: "The captain is dead."

There was a sudden silence of three seconds on the other end of the communicator.

"Who are you?" Yuan Zhisheng's voice suddenly became as sharp as a knife. "Who killed those two captains?"

"Ye Fan, a commissioner from the Kassel Executive Department."

Ye Fan threw the blood-stained towel on the co-pilot seat. "I'm here to assist in the investigation of the keel theft. Now I'm in control of this plane."

"You can fly a plane?!"

Yuan Zhisheng's tone instantly changed from caution to surprise. "Amazing! I didn't expect you could fly a plane at 18!"

Ye Fan looked through the porthole at the surging sea of ​​clouds below and said calmly:

"I can't fly a plane."

Chapter 73: Above the sky, before the sun!

"ah?!"

The sound of something being knocked over came from the communicator, and Yuan Zhisheng said anxiously:

"Then what makes you think you can control this plane? This isn't a place for you to play house! Go ask any of the passengers if they know how to fly! There are no rescue planes available in Tokyo airspace right now! If you don't—"

"My dear senior." Ye Fan interrupted softly, his fingers stroking the flashing warning light on the altimeter:

"I just said I can't fly a plane, not that I can't control it."

The communicator fell into eerie silence again.

Ye Fan could imagine the confused and frowned look on the face of the young master of the Yuan family, who was known as "Amaterasu".

"you..."

Yuan Zhisheng's voice was rarely hesitant. "You can't fly a plane, but you say you can control it?"

"Please prepare all the information about the dragon bone theft." Ye Fan did not answer, but just glanced at his watch. "I will be in front of you in ten minutes."

"Wait! Where are you now? The plane is losing altitude! Hello?!"

Ye Fan cut off the communication.

He pressed the cabin announcement button, and the voice flowed calmly through the speakers in each seat:

"Attention, passengers! We will soon encounter a period of strong turbulence. Please fasten your seat belts and wear oxygen masks if necessary."

After saying that, he raised his hand and snapped his fingers.

The Word Spirit Vampire Scythe tore a neat circular gap in the roof of the cabin, and the sharp air from high altitude instantly poured in, making his black windbreaker rustle.

Ye Fan took a step forward and stood at the edge of the gap.

Six thousand meters below, clouds passed by like shredded cotton. Without hesitation, he leaped out, tapping his toes and landing steadily on top of the violently turbulent plane.

The strong wind tore at his clothes, and the temperature of minus forty degrees Celsius caused white frost to form on the metal surface.

Ye Fan, however, walked as if on flat ground, his slender figure casting a sharp silhouette in the sunlight. He knelt on one knee, his palm lightly pressing on the fuselage.

"Word Spirit: Sword Control."

The invisible realm unfolds with him as its center.

The rivets on the wings began to vibrate, the engine casing glowed with a blue-green light, and the entire Boeing 787 emitted a humming metallic resonance like an awakened giant beast.

A molten gold-like glow flowed deep in Ye Fan's pupils. In his perception, this eighty-ton steel structure was gradually turning into a part extending from his fingertips.

"rise."

As he whispered the command, the plane suddenly took off.

It does not rely on pneumatic principles, but is "lifted" up by some invisible force.

Screams echoed in the cabin, and packages fell from the luggage racks. Ye Fan stood in the center of the storm, his clothes fluttering like flags.

"Direction: Osaka Kansai Airport."

The plane made a sharp turn through the clouds that defied the laws of physics.

Ye Fan stood with his hands behind his back, with thousands of meters of void under his feet and the boundless sky above his head.

He doesn't need a cockpit or a joystick. At this moment, he is the soul and master of this plane.

The clouds parted before his eyes, and the sunlight splashed on his shoulders like gold.

The outline of the coastline could already be seen below, and the runway of Kansai Airport glowed white in the sunlight. Ye Fan raised the corner of his mouth slightly, and the plane began to dive at a nearly vertical angle.

"slow down."

He spoke softly when they were three thousand meters above the ground. The plane's downward momentum suddenly slowed, as if being supported by an invisible hand.

The tower was in chaos. The radar operator looked at the flight trajectory on the screen that violated all aviation laws, and the coffee cup in his hand shattered.