Nobody knows how to be a villain better than me.

Clearly, the third hijacker had already been dealt with beforehand.

Where is Alice?

A dragon-blooded girl in a black evening gown, with golden hair and golden eyes, coldly interrogated him, her narrowed vertical pupils filled with chilling killing intent.

"Friendly forces, they're friendly forces..."

Samael was left speechless, both amused and exasperated. He raised his hands and quickly began to explain.

"I'm asking you, where is Alice?!"

However, the dragon-blooded girl in front of him grew increasingly impatient, and the arm gripping the man's throat tightened.

You might ask, why are you pinching it so tightly?

The ancient snake, its voice muffled, gazed with resentment.

Click...

Just as the two were locked in a stalemate, several silver, luminous threads seeped into the keyhole and quietly opened the bathroom door. A silver figure darted inside, looking in surprise at the two people who were almost touching in the corner.

"you……"

"Snapped!"

Seeing that the person she needed to protect appeared before her unharmed, the dragon girl casually threw down Samael, grabbed Irisviel who was watching with great interest like a curious child, and frowned with a cold snort.

"Alice, you should know your job! It's foolish to do something so dangerous all by yourself!"

"Artoria, don't be angry, don't be angry. Don't worry, I know how to protect myself. Everything's fine, and besides, you're here for me."

Faced with the dragon girl's dissatisfied questioning, Irisviel affectionately took the girl's hand and, like an innocent child, hugged the rather thin body in front of her, their cheeks close together and gently rubbing against each other, comforting her with a smile.

"Tch, stop interrupting. Don't go out alone next time. And how many times have I told you, don't get so close to me!"

Soon, under Irisviel's affections, the dragon girl was overwhelmed and defeated.

Artoria?

really……

Samael, standing in the corner, heard this familiar address, and a knowing look appeared in his eyes, along with a sigh that was hard to decipher.

It seems she hasn't realized it yet.

"what is going on?"

Finally, after struggling to tear off the entangled arm, the dragon girl came to her senses, frowned and asked, while glancing warily at someone in the corner, a sense of hostility and vigilance rising in her chest for no apparent reason.

"Let me explain..."

Irisviel sensed the subtle tension and stepped forward to block Artoria's view, briefly informing her guardian knight of everything that was happening on the plane.

"Hijacking? Since the enemy has appeared, why not just wipe them all out!"

As Artoria spoke, a cold glint flashed in her eyes, and the spiritual particles gathered in her palm revealed the outline of a jet-black sword.

"Are you planning to smash the plane to pieces too?"

Seeing this, Samael rolled his eyes helplessly and offered a reminder.

"At an altitude of 10,000 meters, without the protection of an airplane, you might be fine, but at least think about what would happen to Alice? Besides, there are a bunch of passengers outside."

The two people in front of him lack common sense, but he doesn't.

I had carefully taken down the hijackers along the way to prevent them from firing indiscriminately and causing irreversible damage to the plane, or to alert my accomplices in the cockpit and cause them to take risks prematurely.

In the event of a plane crash, in the ensuing chaos, even if they risk exposing their identities and being arrested by the Dark Council to work overtime to save all the ordinary people, the aftermath will still be a major headache.

Right now, he was just one step away from perfectly resolving the crisis, and Samael didn't want Artoria's sword strike to ruin everything.

"Tch, what a hassle."

Realizing her actions were somewhat rash, the black light that had gathered in Artoria's hand involuntarily went out. For a moment, at a loss, she frowned and looked at the man in front of her who made her feel inexplicably uncomfortable.

"Then what do you think we should do?"

"Of course, we need to find a way to get into the cockpit and regain control of the plane. As long as this thing in the air lands smoothly, the problem will be solved, right?"

Samael answered casually, his thoughts clear.

Artoria crossed her arms and snorted coldly. For some reason, a strange rebellious feeling in her chest made her deliberately want to go against the grain.

"That's such a thick iron gate, how do you think you'll get in?"

"I hadn't thought of that before, but now it seems there's a more suitable way."

The ancient serpent ignored Artoria's sarcastic remarks, responding with a smile while turning its head to look at Irisviel beside it and the toilet door behind her.

"No! I don't agree to let Alice take the risk!"

Instantly realizing someone's intentions, Artoria firmly refused.

"I can help? That's great!"

However, Artoria's protection could not stop the princess behind her from betraying her.

Stepping out of that prison-like castle for the first time, Irisviel was filled with curiosity and an eager impulse to try everything new and exciting.

Especially outrageous things can further stimulate the runaway princess's strong thirst for knowledge.

"Oh dear, I'm sorry, it's two to one, the minority has to obey the majority."

Samael stood smiling with Irisviel, giving Artoria a regretful look.

Alone and helpless, Artoria was extremely frustrated, but due to the principle of majority rule in roundtable decision-making, she could only glare angrily at the instigator.

"Don't worry, the danger is only for the moment you open the door. I'll be careful."

Irisviel, smelling the gunpowder in the air, grabbed one side with each hand and smiled as she spoke to put out the fire.

"Besides, aren't you all here? I trust you won't put me in any danger."

"Of course, I proposed the plan, and I guarantee I'll be the first to charge in and take on the challenge."

Samael felt the smoothness in his palm, paused for a moment, then smiled brightly at Irisviel beside him and nodded earnestly.

"Hmph, if Alice gets hurt, I promise I'll kill you first!"

Seeing that the die was cast, Artoria had no choice but to utter a harsh remark and tacitly approve of the two's adventure.

After a brief discussion, the three of them, having finalized their plan, emerged from the bathroom.

However, at that moment, a flight attendant delivering drinks happened to walk towards them from the aisle and saw three disheveled figures sneaking out of the restroom. She froze, and then a strange and ambiguous look appeared in her eyes.

But in an instant, the female flight attendant remembered her identity, her face tightened, and she stepped forward, intending to remind her.

"Three people, please do not illegally occupy the space while the plane is in flight..."

Snapped!

However, just as the flight attendant approached the door, a slightly muffled sound came from the lavatory. A tall, thin figure, with the swaying of the plane, tumbled out of the small cubicle and lay sprawled on the floor like a rag doll.

The red mark on the back of the man's head made the flight attendant's face change drastically, and a terrified scream welled up in her throat.

"boom!"

But before the cry could even escape, Samael delivered a swift chop to the back of the woman's neck.

"Boom..."

Immediately afterward, as the toilet door opened and closed, Artoria, who was standing at the door, grabbed the female flight attendant by the collar, threw her into the toilet, and quickly locked the door.

The two could understand each other's deepest meaning with just a glance; their relay maneuver was seamless and effortless.

After perfectly cutting off the sound source, the two looked at each other with satisfaction, turned their backs to each other like comrades-in-arms, and clapped their hands happily.

However, in an instant, the two realized the problem, glared at each other, and decisively separated.

snort!

whispering sound!

Two cold, nasal sounds, both in sync and with disdain.

Fortunately, to avoid any unforeseen complications, the three's actions were not significantly delayed by this minor incident.

Soon, three figures quietly approached the driver's cab door. Samael, who was scouting ahead, locked his eyes on the reflection of the camera in front of the door, and decisively threw a button he had taken off his clothes. The button flew out and accurately disabled the external surveillance.

Immediately afterwards, Irisviel stepped forward and placed her fingers close to the door lock of the driver's cab. Strands of silvery light seeped into the keyhole, analyzing its internal structure.

"Click..."

In just a few breaths, the soft sound of a mechanism opening came from inside the gate.

"Back off!"

Realizing that close combat was imminent, Samael decisively stepped forward, shielding Irisviel behind him, while Artoria took the opportunity to open the door.

"Ta-ta-ta-ta!"

However, the moment the door opened, the two cult members, who had already sensed the danger, immediately raised their AKs and opened fire on the intruder.

court death!

Artoria's golden eyes flashed coldly as she reached out with both hands. The longsword formed from the convergence of black light slashed and spun with lightning speed, deflecting all the incoming bullets.

Samael's expression changed slightly when he saw Artoria strike first. He was about to speak to stop her, but it was too late.

"Pfft! Pfft! Pfft! Pfft!"

With several muffled echoes, the two robbers in the confined space were hit by ricocheting bullets, blood splattering from their bodies as they collapsed helplessly to the ground.

Upon hearing the gunfire cease, Samael, disregarding Irisviel's safety, decisively pulled Artoria aside and rushed into the cockpit. He kicked away the weapons from the two hijackers, looked at the complex instrument panel at the front, and the windshield directly opposite him, and couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, none of them were damaged by stray bullets.

But then, when the ancient snake's gaze shifted downwards and landed on the two crew members under the cockpit whose heads had been ripped open, his expression darkened.

"Hey, why are you pulling me?"

Having effortlessly wiped out the hijackers, Artoria couldn't help but feel a little smug and snorted at the man who had tried to take credit for her.

Why did I pull you?

Samael glanced at the crew members who had been lying on the ground for a long time, then looked at the hijackers lying in pools of blood on both sides, barely breathing, before turning to look behind him and asking a question in a low voice.

"Can you fly a plane?"

"..."

Artoria looked at her hand holding the sword, then at the cockpit where the entire team had been wiped out, and fell silent for a moment.

Chapter 129 The Awakening of the Fuyuki Racing God (4.2k)

Inside the chaotic cockpit, Irisviel and Artoria waited anxiously by the door, glancing out of the passageway every now and then.

Finally, after more than ten minutes, amidst a cacophony of screams and cries, the man who had returned from the passenger cabin locked the cockpit door behind him and shook his head with a grim expression.

"I've asked around, and none of the passengers on this flight know how to fly a plane."

"What about the other crew members who survived?"

Artoria's heart skipped a beat, and she subconsciously pressed for an answer.

"These hijackers had no intention of going back alive. They had already killed all the crew members who could fly the plane. The rest were just flight attendants, none of whom knew anything about this stuff."

Samael rolled his eyes at the instigator, his expression becoming even more sullen.

"Moreover, now that the news has spread, the cabin is in chaos, and the flight attendants are already overwhelmed just maintaining order, so they can't be counted on now."

Sure enough, my good luck, as always, resulted in me drawing the worst possible lot.

"What should I do?"

Knowing she was in the wrong, Artoria bit her cherry lips, her voice lacking confidence.

"What else can we do? We'll have to try anything, even if it's a dead end. We'll just have to learn as we go."

Samael spread his hands, a look of resigned helplessness on his face, and pushed the already cold corpse away from the driver's seat before getting in himself.

Because of his laziness and his own abilities, he didn't need such a means of transportation, so he had never actually learned to fly an airplane.

But he can't; someone else can.

For example, a multi-talented succubus bounty hunter.