Nobody knows how to be a villain better than me.

"Can't we just skydive?"

"Actually, you can't parachute out of a plane crash."

Samael looked at the silver-haired beauty who seemed to lack common sense and patiently explained, dispelling her unrealistic idea.

"First, passenger planes are not equipped with parachutes. Second, airplanes generally fly in the stratosphere, and the cabin doors are sealed. Opening the cabin door would cause severe decompression. In addition, the temperature at high altitudes is very low, and trying to parachute by opening the cabin door would result in freezing or suffocation. For most people, parachuting in a plane crash is not very useful and will only lead to an earlier death."

So this is ah.

Irisviel seemed to be deep in thought, feeling that her knowledge of airplanes had been significantly improved.

Just as the two were whispering to each other, two elongated figures loomed over them from the front and back.

The man at the head, with an Asian face and a burly build, lifted his black shirt to reveal half of his ID photo underneath, and spoke coldly to the two suspicious-looking passengers.

"Gentlemen, I am an air marshal on this flight. We suspect you are involved in a case of smuggling contraband. Please do not resist and follow us to the back to cooperate with the investigation."

Behind the man, a male flight attendant nodded to confirm his identity while glancing around, seemingly trying not to disturb other passengers or cause unnecessary disturbance.

Since it was midnight, most of the passengers were already dozing off, so no one noticed the change in the corner.

Except for a pair of golden eyes that slowly opened.

Feeling a growing sense of being watched, Samael, sensing something amiss, slightly raised his head, glancing at a certain spot out of the corner of his eye.

In the dim, flickering light, a girl with blonde hair tied up at the back of her head, dressed in a retro black dress, gazes ahead with a cold, piercing gaze. Her golden eyes, as they open and close, seem to possess the characteristics of some reptilian creature.

It was actually "her"!

Samael's pupils contracted sharply, and he was quite surprised.

"No problem, I'll go with you right away. I also have some things I'd like to report to you privately."

At this moment, another knight, who had also sensed something, couldn't contain himself any longer. Irisviel readily agreed to the two people in front of her who were responsible for the interrogation.

As she spoke, the silver-haired beauty gestured with her right hand, which was behind her back, towards a corner, giving a cryptic instruction.

The golden pupils in the darkness stirred slightly before returning to calm, though the expression seemed somewhat displeased.

"Alright, let's find a quiet place to talk in detail."

Upon hearing the silver-haired beauty's serious reply, the flight attendant and air marshal's expressions changed, they nodded to each other, and they flanked the two suspects from the front and back, leading them all the way to the cargo hold.

As the group of four arrived at their destination, the air marshal led the two suspects inside, and the flight attendant at the end of the group then closed the cabin door.

The moment Irisviel stepped into the cargo hold, her expression turned serious, and she eagerly informed the two staff members of her discovery.

"Listen to me, it's not safe on the plane right now. Just now, I vaguely heard gunshots coming from the cockpit. You'd better go in and check!"

Upon hearing this, the male flight attendants and air marshals' expressions changed. They pressed for answers seriously.

"Madam, this matter is of great importance. If we speak carelessly about it, it could cause unnecessary disturbances. Have you told anyone else?"

"no!"

Irisviel shook her head and spoke frankly.

"Because there are so many thunderstorms and a lot of noise outside, to be honest, I'm not entirely sure, but I have a vague feeling that something is wrong."

"Haha, that's good!"

The flight attendants and air marshals exchanged glances and burst into laughter, seemingly quite satisfied with the outcome.

Seeing that the two staff members in front of her were still chatting and laughing, Irisviel couldn't help but speak up to remind them.

"Don't delay. There's a high chance that bad guys have infiltrated the plane. You'd better act quickly to save the passengers."

In the darkness, Samael, standing behind Irisviel, twitched her lips, raised her hand to cover her face, and could hardly bear to look at her.

"Bad guy?"

At this moment, a strange smile appeared on the faces of the flight attendant and the air marshal. Their sinister gazes seemed to be sizing up two little rabbits who had fallen into the tiger's mouth. They casually lifted their shirts, grabbed the black pistols tucked into their waistbands, and grinned maliciously.

"Aren't we?"

However, the instant their fingertips touched the gun handles, the shadowy figure behind Irisviel suddenly sprang up, her hands curling into claws, and with lightning speed, seized the other's wrists, then twisted them abruptly.

Click!

Immediately, a crisp sound of bones cracking echoed in the dimly lit cargo hold.

The two men looked down in astonishment at their arms, which had been brutally severed, and gasped in fear.

boom!boom!

Before the two could speak, two slender fingers on the back of their heads gripped their necks.

The two unfortunate hijackers, suffocating in agony, had bulging eyes and struggled with their limbs, yet could not utter a sound.

It seemed like a short moment, yet also like an eternity, before the arms that had been gripping their throats loosened slightly, allowing a few precious breaths of air to enter their lungs and sustain their fragile lives.

Immediately afterward, before their muddled minds could fully clear, a chilling interrogation came to their ears.

"who are you?"

"save……"

The two men were about to call for help to attract the attention of their accomplices, but as soon as their hoarse and weak voices rose in their throats, their necks were ruthlessly tightened again, and their voices and airflow were locked off.

A moment later, a small gap was left in the blocked throat.

But this time, before the two could speak, their necks were quickly tightened.

Then, several similar cycles occurred.

The feeling of being on the verge of death was fleeting yet incredibly real. The two hijackers, who deeply experienced the darkness and fear of the blade, couldn't last more than a few rounds before their muscles convulsed and they collapsed to the ground.

With a soft pattering sound, the area beneath them became soaked, and a foul stench filled the air. Their unfocused pupils even showed signs of dilation.

"Answer!"

Though soft, the whisper, like a thunderclap, echoed in their ears, while the fingers gripping their throats tightened even more.

"Ao Mu Zhen Li Jiao! We are followers of Ao Mu Zhen Li Jiao!"

The repeated near-death experiences had completely shattered their psychological defenses. The imposter air marshal and flight attendant, who were lying on the ground, answered in unison with terror.

ao mu zhen 理教?

Damn, you can't even get on a plane without encountering hijacking by cultists. Your luck is unbelievable.

Upon hearing the answer, Samael's rapidly working brain quickly searched for relevant information, and a slight twitch appeared at the corner of his mouth.

Ao Mu Zhen is a newly emerging Japanese religious group that promotes the theory of the end of the world and is a terrorist organization recognized by the United Nations.

In order to amass wealth and expand their social influence, these cult members have perpetrated various kidnappings, murders, and terrorist attacks in Japan, intending to establish absolute obedience to their doctrines by spreading terror.

Their most infamous terrorist attack was the release of 70 tons of sarin gas onto five trains on three Tokyo subway lines, resulting in 13 deaths and over 5,510 injuries—a truly heinous act.

In addition, if I remember correctly, there seems to be a new fraudulent religion called "True Light" that is secretly emerging in the streets and alleys of Misaki City, which seems to have a significant connection with the Ao Mu Zhen Li sect.

Tsk, a bunch of cult members. They clearly don't know anything real about the mystery, yet they dare to be so arrogant. They must be tired of living!

Samael muttered to himself, then his thoughts returned, and he asked in a cold voice.

Why hijack the plane?

"The leader's command, cough cough, is to show the world... salvation and trials, to select... the true [divine humans]..."

Two mentally unstable cult members answered intermittently.

Upon hearing this, Samael frowned slightly.

According to the tenets of the Ao Mu Zhen doctrine, humanity is divided into two types: "Animal Humans" and "Divine Humans".

Only the latter can pass the final judgment and become the new dominant group in the world.

Given that cult members can't change their nature of eating shit, this so-called relief and test is most likely a terrorist attack.

Unfortunately, their target was this plane bound for Fuyuki, Japan.

Realizing he was in trouble, Samael continued to press for answers with a cold expression.

"How many accomplices do you have?"

"There were seven people in total. Besides the two of us, there were three others hiding in the crowd, and the last two were in control of the cockpit."

"Finally, what method do you plan to use to demonstrate relief?"

"As soon as it gets light, the plane will land on the mainland and crash into the Tokyo Tower."

Faced with the devil's interrogation, the two cult members, who were firmly under his control, spoke frankly and without reservation.

Damn, that really was a suicide attack.

Samael, who had been unjustly attacked, couldn't help but roll his eyes. He then proceeded to interrogate the two men about the plane's condition, the physical characteristics of their accomplices, and their weaponry. Afterward, he skillfully knocked the two men unconscious and threw them into a nearby cargo box filled with miscellaneous items.

After the ancient snake finished dealing with the mess, Irisviel, unable to contain her curiosity, couldn't help but ask more questions.

"Samael, how did you figure out there was something wrong with them?"

"It's very simple. Look, the flight attendant's uniform is the wrong size, her knuckles are large, and there are deep calluses on her hands, which clearly indicate that she has military service experience. Her waist is also bulging, and there are traces of her carrying a gun. It's obviously not right, right? As for this air marshal, it's the same. An Asian-looking air marshal on a flight departing from Italy is too conspicuous. In addition, the photo on his ID card has been torn and pasted, so it has definitely been modified."

With his extensive experience in disguise and deception, Samael patiently pointed out the unprofessional flaws of these people to Irisviel.

The silver-haired beauty beside him was captivated by the novel knowledge, her beautiful eyes sparkling with admiration as she looked at the knight who seemed to know everything.

As the man stuffed the weapons he had looted into his trench coat, he turned around and extended an invitation with a smile.

"Alice, would you like to team up with me for a big adventure?"

The moment she heard the suggestion, her pure, innocent ruby ​​eyes sparkled with excitement in the darkness, like a child full of curiosity and thirst for knowledge, eager to try this game she had never experienced before.

Chapter 128 The Beauty of Lilies (4.1k)

High in the sky, the plane finally broke free from the strong turbulence and thunderstorms. The bumpy cabin gradually stabilized, and as the lights in the aisle automatically turned off, the passengers relaxed their tense minds and began to doze off.

With a barely audible sound, the tightly closed cargo hold quietly opened.

The "air marshal" dressed in black pulled down his top hat and walked through the dimly lit corridor, his entire face hidden by the darkness, making it difficult to see clearly.

came back.

Somewhere in the front row of the business class section, a middle-aged man wearing a dark woolen coat glanced over, breathed a slight sigh of relief, reached inside his coat, and slowly released his grip on something hard.

That's strange, why is he the only one here?

Just as a few doubts were arising in the middle-aged man's mind, the black-clad "air marshal" raised his hand and subtly made a strange prayer gesture in front of him, which made him feel slightly relieved.

Could it be that the problem arose again during the body disposal process?

The middle-aged man couldn't help but speculate about the possibility of something going wrong, and he was quite dissatisfied with this group of non-professional church members.

As the man pondered, the black-clad "air marshal" arrived and sat down in the empty seat next to him, turning slightly to the side as if to inform him of the specific situation.

A subconscious glance around caused the middle-aged man's pupils to contract sharply, jolting him awake.

No! His skin isn't that white!

However, before he could utter a word, the fingers that had somehow landed on his shoulder instantly numbed his entire body.

At the same time, the heart, struck precisely by some force, suddenly contracted, and everything went black before the eyes, plunging the consciousness into boundless chaos.

Looking at the hijacker in front of him, whose physical characteristics and seat number matched perfectly, and who was leaning against one side with his head tilted, just like a sleeping passenger, Samael secretly shook his head and complained to himself as he took out a Black Star pistol, two magazines, and a grenade from the man under the cover of the dim light.

An amateur is an amateur; their vigilance is terrible.

As far as I can recall, this group of cult members organized nearly a hundred terrorist attacks over several years, ranging from poisoning, kidnapping, assassination, bombing, imprisonment, sniping, and even indiscriminate massacres planned to assassinate the crown prince and destroy the country. Their ideas were incredibly diverse, but the number of successful attacks was very few.

Expecting these inexperienced laymen, who are also fond of playing around, to use their brains, which have been distorted by cults, to complete intricate operations and plans is simply asking too much of them.

After easily eliminating the hijackers closest to the cargo warehouse, Samael got up and continued forward, repeating the same method under the cover of dim light.

The second cult member, hidden among the passengers in business class, also fell asleep peacefully.

Of course, his intervention only guarantees that the other party will fall asleep, not that they will wake up.

Immediately afterward, as Samael sneaked into the first-class cabin to deal with the third target guarding the cockpit, the door to the adjacent lavatory suddenly opened, and a slender yet incredibly strong arm swiftly pulled him into the inner room.

boom!

Accompanied by the dull echo in the cramped space, Samael was grabbed by the collar and slammed against the wall. A pair of golden vertical pupils, resembling those of a reptilian creature in the darkness, stared at him intently, their cold gaze radiating the terrifying pressure of a superior being.

Inside the half-open toilet door, a tall, thin man who had fainted was shoved inside, his head slammed against the wall, stained with bright red blood.

At the same time, from inside his open coat, a broken AK with its butt sawed off and half of it still in his arms slipped to the ground.