The City Hunter (Complete) - 24

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Chapter 154 High-Altitude Crisis

A tall glass of red wine was handed to Zhang Ziwen. He reached out to take the glass, but couldn't lift it.

The flight attendant didn't let go. He tried again, but still couldn't move it. It was a beautiful hand, with slender, long fingers, delicate and

white like fresh bamboo shoots—a perfect woman's hand. Zhang Ziwen followed the beautiful, jade-like hand to its

owner. It was her? The domineering flight attendant, An Yun. She was smiling at him, a cold smile, her beautiful eyes always filled with

resentment towards him. A strange beauty.

Coincidences had happened too many times to Zhang Ziwen, and he had experienced countless misunderstandings. He was somewhat numb. In

this terrible mood, he no longer cared about running into so-called acquaintances. Although he was convinced that An

Yun had made a mistake, he didn't care what she was angry with him for. Being unfaithful and fickle, her anger towards him wasn't too

outrageous. He had feelings for Tang Ying, love for Tang Shu, and even feelings for He Li and Mu Qing. He had taken

advantage of Wu Min, had an ambiguous relationship with Song Lin, and had even

considered . Wasn't he a scoundrel? A philandering and lustful bastard, Zhang Ziwen instantly

defined himself in his mind.

Zhang Ziwen stared blankly at An Yun, his eyes slightly bitter. His hand moved again. He needed the wine in her

hand . He had only one thought: to snatch the highball glass of red wine, gulp it down,

and then have another. It was the perfect way to numb his senses. At this moment, he desperately needed the stimulation of alcohol.

Zhang Ziwen tightened his grip, and suddenly, without warning, An Yun loosened her hold. He

forcefully , spilling most of the red wine onto her suit jacket. The crimson liquid stained his

white shirt underneath. Zhang Ziwen's facial muscles twitched slightly. Unfortunately, the remaining

half-glass of wine was quickly swallowed.

"Another glass," Zhang Ziwen said, handing the empty glass to the somewhat dazed An Yun.

What's wrong with this jerk? An Yun thought to herself. She complied with Zhang Ziwen's

request glass, her movements a little rough, spilling wine all over his hand and clothes. She almost

poured the rest of the bottle on him; she already had that intention, and being a little rude to him was what she should do.

Zhang Ziwen didn't care how much had spilled; all he saw was that the glass was full. Soon, the full glass of

red wine was swallowed in one gulp. Not a drop left. He moved quickly, handing the empty glass to An Yun again

. He said expressionlessly, "One more glass." His eyes were only on the wine.

"That's all." An Yun placed the bottle in the cart, having changed her mind about splashing the wine on him.

"Why? I want to drink more. Isn't fulfilling a guest's wish your job?" Zhang Ziwen

looked at her.

"I already gave you an extra glass. This is an airplane; drinking isn't allowed." An Yun, of course, wouldn't give in to him.

She hadn't forgotten the airplane rules. At the same time, she could tell this jerk must have had a bad day. Serves him

right , she thought to herself, secretly pleased. His unhappiness was her greatest pleasure.

"Just one more glass, please?" Zhang Ziwen sighed. Another glass might make

him feel better.

"No way! Not a drop for you, you bastard." An Yun ruthlessly refused his request, pushing

the cart away. She planned to deal with him later, she thought to herself.

Hearing her rude and unreasonable tone... It seemed he wouldn't be able to drink the wine. Zhang Ziwen stood

up .

"What do you want to do?" An Yun quickly blocked the trolley with her delicate body. Was this guy trying to steal the wine?

"To pee," Zhang Ziwen said irritably, handing her the empty glass back. Too lazy to look at her again

, he walked towards the restroom at the aisle of the cabin.

"You vulgar bastard," An Yun cursed angrily at his lazy back. She hadn't expected him

to use such vulgar language in front of her.

The first-class restroom was the quietest place. There was no queue, and no one to fight for you. After locking the door,

Zhang Ziwen sat on the toilet, took out a cigarette from his pocket, lit one, and soon the restroom was filled with smoke

. Smoking a cigarette when you're bored isn't bad, Zhang Ziwen compromised, but on the plane, he could only sneak

a smoke in the restroom.

He'd smoked half a cigarette when a rapid knocking sounded at the door. Damn, could the smoke have triggered the alarm

? Glancing at the alarm on the ceiling, Zhang Ziwen didn't bother to extinguish the remaining half of his cigarette.

He figured he could just write a guarantee. Ignoring the knocking, the rapid knocking stopped a few more times

.

The cigarette was almost finished. Zhang Ziwen stood up, threw the butt into the toilet, and flushed it away. The door

didn't . He figured the safety officer was probably standing outside. Zhang Ziwen opened the bathroom door, just a

crack. He waited for the person outside to rush in, but there was no response. No one was there. It was quiet. Suddenly, Zhang Ziwen

felt uneasy. His heart skipped a beat. The feeling was familiar, and his unusual reaction made him realize that the silence at the doorway was very

strange.

The door opened slightly again. Zhang Ziwen's muscles tensed, his ears searching for any sounds outside.

Aside from the faint noise of the plane, he heard nothing, but he sensed danger. He could

even detect the presence of weaponry. Something unusual must have happened on the plane.

He cautiously peeked out, then quickly withdrew. At the same time, the lavatory door closed softly.

The danger was quickly confirmed. In that brief moment, he saw a body on the floor with a blown-out head. Judging from

the body 's clothing, it was likely a security officer. Zhang Ziwen hadn't heard any gunshots. It seemed the troublemakers were

well-equipped; their guns even had silencers. In the time it takes to smoke half a cigarette, they had silenced the entire cabin—no chaos,

no screams. They had encountered a formidable opponent. Zhang Ziwen sensed the enemy's strength; he estimated there were at least

five people, otherwise, it would be difficult to control the situation.

Zhang Ziwen had a headache. It was obvious they'd run into hijackers outside. He could only lament his incredibly

bad luck; trouble and misfortune seemed to revolve around him constantly. He gritted his teeth, cursing the

unfair treatment he received from heaven. "Damn it, screw you! I don't care anymore!" His mood already low,

Zhang Ziwen decided to abandon the adventure and retreat to this peaceful haven to avoid the trouble.

He pulled out a cigarette again, lit it, and sat irritably on the toilet. Hopefully, no one would bother him now.

Disturbed by the noise, he inhaled several puffs of cigarette smoke, but his mind and blood remained restless. His blood was

boiling; how could someone with a natural love for adventure and excitement remain calm in such a situation? He was analyzing

the hijackers ' intentions. Hijackings usually have political motives, not financial ones

. Even robbing a bank on the ground would be better than hijacking in the air, allowing them to carry weapons and carry out an armed hijacking. This group was quite capable;

they must be part of some organization. Terrorists were the prime suspects, and Zhang Ziwen quickly deduced the identities of the bandits outside.

Zhang Ziwen's mind raced. Although he had initially wanted to avoid it, he couldn't control his

thoughts . He habitually analyzed and judged the chances of success if he acted. Operating on an airplane was different from

operating on the ground; there was no room for error. One mistake could lead to a crash and loss of life. The New York-Zhonghai flight was a Boeing 777

, carrying 301 passengers—about 300 innocent lives. Zhang Ziwen became cautious; whether he acted or not, he

couldn't ignore this potential danger. "Great danger," he finally concluded. Hiding in the bathroom wasn't in his

nature ; his skills weren't meant for cowering like a turtle in the bathroom. Zhang Ziwen gave a helpless, bitter smile

. His luck had run out, and he had to find a way to resolve this crisis.

Zhang Ziwen stood up, his bones cracking slightly, as if urging him to deal with

the . He was unusually calm, his breathing and heartbeat steady, his muscles perfectly coordinated, reaching

peak attack condition. He stared at the bathroom door, sensing the situation outside. Outside would be a completely different world.

The terrorists had to be dealt with one by one; he couldn't let them fire a single shot. He had the upper hand; the enemy was in the open while he was in the shadows.

The hijackers had overlooked this most dangerous figure, overlooked

the super "terrorist" who had committed murder and arson in Tokyo a few days earlier.

Zhang Ziwen's hand lightly rested on the doorknob. Suddenly, his heart skipped a beat. He sensed someone outside

, not just one person. He withdrew his hand, his eyes fixed on the doorknob, his muscles tense, ready to

explode at any moment. The doorknob was turning; the door was locked from the inside and opened with a key. It must be the crew. Besides

those inside the lavatory, only the special key of the aircrew could open the lavatory from the outside.

Zhang Ziwen moved swiftly and nimbly, scaling the roof of the cabin. He spread his arms and legs wide

, his head visible above. The lavatory was too small; the top was his only hiding place. People entering the lavatory usually

looked down at the toilet, and as long as they didn't make a sound, the chance of them looking up was zero. Zhang Ziwen wasn't afraid of being discovered

below . He was confident that a lightning strike from above would be fatal; no one could escape the deadly sneak

attack of this super assassin, and they wouldn't even have time to scream.

Zhang Ziwen calmly watched the movement on the door, holding his breath as he waited for the bathroom door to open. The door opened

, and a petite figure stumbled in, pushed in by external force. It was An Yun.

Zhang Ziwen clearly saw her angry yet stubborn face.

Immediately afterward, a strong figure followed, dressed in black and masked, carrying a submachine gun. He slammed the bathroom door shut

behind laugh. From that laugh, it was clear what this guy wanted.

An Yun didn't cry out; her lips remained stubbornly pressed together. Forced into a corner of the bathroom by the masked man,

she glared angrily at him. The masked man's exposed eyes were greedily fixed on her high breasts. The beautiful woman before him

was, in his eyes, a lamb to the slaughter. He stood casually in front of her, confident he could subdue this angry little

lioness.

"Hehe... take it off yourself, or should I?" the masked man chuckled lewdly, his English broken and unintelligible.

An Yun crossed her arms over her chest; this was the only way she could shield herself from the lewd gaze of the masked man. Her

body trembled slightly, whether from anger or fear, it was hard to tell, but her beautiful eyes held

a stubborn and unyielding spirit. She bit her lower lip so hard her neat, pretty teeth almost drew blood.

The masked man pointed his submachine gun at An Yun's forehead, the dark muzzle rising as he threatened, "Take it off,

take off your clothes, hurry up."

An Yun glared at him, raising her head fearlessly, "Shoot me, don't even think about touching me, you bastard."

The last three words were in Chinese. Zhang Ziwen, standing above, smiled. This girl was unusually stubborn,

and her cursing was satisfying. He slightly admired An Yun's fearless courage. Zhang Ziwen didn't act immediately, because

the masked man's gun was still pointed at her forehead; he needed the masked man's hand to remove the gun.

"Hehe... Miss, you're quite hot... I like it..." The masked

man laughed lewdly. He couldn't bear to fire; of all the flight attendants, the one in front of him was the prettiest

. It would be a waste to kill her without having a taste.

The masked man withdrew the gun pointed at her head, tucked the submachine gun behind his back, and realized that the little lioness in front of him couldn't be threatened

with a gun . He had to take action. Exciting! The masked man's blood was boiling. His lewd gaze brazenly

scanned An Yun's delicate body, his lewd eyes seemingly stripping her naked. He could already imagine her perfect naked body under her

flight attendant uniform. His eyes scanned her silk-stockinged legs under her skirt, her long, shapely legs.

The masked man's throat twitched, and he swallowed greedily. He took a step closer, a beastly

groan escaping his throat. His breathing became heavy, his eyes reddened with desire. The delicacy was so close; he

reached out his wicked claws, his target being her neckline. He needed to disarm her.

"Get away..." An Yun flailed her arms wildly, desperately trying to stop the masked man's

evil hands.

"Haha... Don't move." The masked man easily grabbed An Yun's hands; her resistance

was child's play in his eyes—a lamb against a wolf, the outcome was clear.

An Yun's rage was useless. She had nowhere to retreat; her hands were firmly held. She

could only use her legs. She angrily kicked at the masked man's groin, aiming precisely. But she failed; it was futile. Her

beautiful legs were easily trapped by the masked man, who let out a lewd laugh and pressed his body towards Anu's soft, delicate form

...

Chapter 155 Trouble is a Bit Big.

The masked man, leering, leaned in, greedily inhaling the sweet fragrance emanating from An Yun. He wanted to taste

her soft face and full, fragrant lips. Her entire body pressed against her supple form, and she resisted violently

, twisting and turning. Her fierce struggles, however, only served to further arouse the masked man.

Driven by lust, he pinned her two soft wrists down with one large hand, freeing his hand to lewdly

grin . His large hand reached for her fair neck.

An Yun could already smell the rotten stench of his breath. This bastard had bad breath! She desperately turned her head

to the side, trying to avoid the foul breath emanating from his mouth. The masked man's hand had already grabbed her collar. Her

beautiful eyes were filled with tears of humiliation. Her chest heaved violently as she struggled. She had little

strength . It seemed she was destined to be violated by this bastard today. Despair filled her eyes. How could heaven

treat me like this? Despair gripped her heart. Her beautiful eyes gazed upwards, but she saw neither God nor

Buddha. A flicker of surprise crossed her eyes; she saw another bastard. This bastard floated down like

a pillar , silently, with a gust of wind. His outstretched hand, like a claw, accurately seized

the masked man's head. With a swift twist of his body's trajectory, a cracking sound of neck bones rang out. The masked man

's head turned in an extremely eerie angle. In a second, before he

could , he was dead. His strong body collapsed, falling directly in front of An Yun.

An Yun cried out in alarm, unable to dodge in time. She felt the enormous object crush her. Her

body lost its balance; it was so heavy. She was pinned down by the masked man, but all she saw was the grotesque back of his head—

disgusting. An Yun gagged. She tried to move, but was too weak to move

the corpse pressing down on her.

“…You bastard, get this beast off me!” An Yun still had the strength in her voice.

Seeing Zhang Ziwen standing there motionless, she knew he could easily have pushed the corpse aside before it fell towards her, but

he seemed unwilling to help. She was furious.

Zhang Ziwen tilted his head, looking at her with a “you’re so rude” expression in his eyes. He had saved her, after all

! And now she dared to curse him. He was truly impressed by this girl.

An Yun understood the meaning in Zhang Ziwen’s eyes. She was indignant. This guy

had been watching the commotion from the top of the plane for who knows how long. Why hadn’t he acted sooner? He had almost made her get kissed by this beast, almost made her

bite off her tongue. She was filled with resentment; she wasn’t grateful to him at all, because she had hated Zhang Ziwen for a long

time. But now, she had to beg him for help.

“…Zhang, are you even human? All you do is bully women.” An Yun’s

way was unique.

Zhang Ziwen looked at her flushed face, knowing she was being crushed. He didn't move; he didn't

like . But a strange look appeared in his eyes. "How did you know my surname is Zhang?

" "Zhang Ziwen, you're ruthless, humph. I won't beg you anymore, even if you crush me to death, I won't beg you." An Yun understood the meaning in his

eyes she refused to speak. She didn't want to mention her sister's name in front of this despicable man. She

stubbornly closed her beautiful eyes. She gave up; her strength would return eventually.

"...Tell me, how did you know my name?" This question needed to be clarified.

She was angry with herself, fearing there might be a real reason. Zhang Ziwen had this feeling.

An Yun opened her beautiful eyes, her dark pupils moving slightly. "Move this beast away and I'll tell you."

After saying that, a sly glint flashed in her eyes, gone in an instant. Zhang Ziwen still needed a little more cunning to outwit a beautiful woman;

he couldn't fathom the meaning behind that sly look.

"Hurry up, I promise I'll tell you, move this bastard away!" An Yun urged.

Although stubborn, being pressed down by this disgusting corpse was truly unbearable.

Zhang Ziwen smiled. An Yun looked a little disheveled because he had already anticipated that the corpse would fall towards her, and he had also calculated that

she wouldn't be able to dodge it while she was stunned. This girl was too wild, and he deliberately wanted to

punish somewhat painful expression, a small punishment was enough.

Without much effort, with a light flick of his foot, the corpse was moved aside. An Yun felt a wave

of relief . She breathed a few fragrant breaths and stretched out her hand: "...Pull me up, I can't get up." She was telling

the truth; she didn't even have the strength to get up.

Zhang Ziwen grasped her perfect, slender hand, warm and smooth to the touch. With a slight effort, he lifted her

up and helped her sit on the toilet seat, his eyes fixed on her, as if to say, "Now you can speak."

An Yun rolled her eyes at him, annoyed, and said, "You're so stupid. What's there to ask?

Your name is on your boarding pass." She thought to herself, this guy is exceptionally dense.

Zhang Ziwen smiled wryly. She was right; how could he have forgotten that? It was true she called him stupid,

but he had a feeling this girl was hiding something. It seemed

unlikely , judging by her stubbornness. He didn't bother pressing her for the reason for her annoyance; the most important

thing right now was resolving the crisis on the plane.

"By the way, do you know how many hijackers are outside?"

"…I only know there are three in first class, and two in the cockpit, both masked.

I don't know about the others."

"What weapons are they using?" Zhang Ziwen needed to figure out their firepower.

"…Just guns and stuff." An Yun replied irritably. She felt this way of

communicating with him was too normal. She liked to scold him; she wanted to make him suffer.

The girl's attitude was utterly problematic, Zhang Ziwen thought angrily. She seemed completely ungrateful for saving him

from humiliation. Unable to get anything out of her, Zhang Ziwen turned to the corpse. It seemed he had to

find the answers .

After searching the body, Zhang Ziwen gasped .

There were no conventional weapons, but he discovered two hand grenades under the corpse's black clothing, and a detonator attached to its waist, connected by a wire

to a small black box on the inside of its wrist—a suicide bomb, ready to detonate at any moment. Good heavens! He had been suspicious of the masked man

carrying a powerful bomb and had been patiently waiting for an opportunity. He wouldn't have acted

rashly . If it weren't for the fact that An Yun's collar was about to be torn apart, and the situation was extremely critical, Zhang Ziwen would never have

risked attacking. Luckily, he was skilled. Taking advantage of the masked man's hands being unloaded and his gun not in his hand, he launched a fatal attack, preventing

the masked man from detonating it in time. Otherwise, he would have lost his life too.

The situation is serious. We can now confirm the identities of the hijackers outside; they are likely radical

terrorists . Judging by their equipment, this terrorist organization is quite powerful. They might have even encountered people from the base.

These terrorists hijacked the plane with a suicidal mindset. They would detonate hidden suicide

bombs at the slightest sign of failure—a common tactic used by the base. The base was never short of suicide bombers; they were lining up to commit suicide. Damn, this wasn't

fun anymore. Zhang Ziwen had a headache.

"Hey... what are you staring at?" An Yun, seeing him staring at the corpses without saying a word, couldn't help but

speak . "Aren't you going to go out and deal with those bastards? They've killed several people already. Humph, aren't you

an old hand at this?" Judging from her tone, she seemed to know Zhang Ziwen's dirty secrets.

Damn it, what do you know, little girl? Zhang Ziwen glared at her before continuing to organize his thoughts. He didn't have time

to deal with ; this was extremely troublesome. So far, he only knew the situation in first class and the cockpit from An Yun.

An Yun didn't know the situation in economy class. Zhang Ziwen guessed that the three hijackers probably also had suicide

devices , with a detonation reaction time of no more than two seconds. That meant that eliminating one of them had to

be done within two seconds, without the other two hijackers noticing.

This wasn't the end of it. What troubled Zhang Ziwen was the possibility that terrorists might be disguised as passengers and hiding among them. In that

case, no matter how skilled he was, it would be useless. A plane crash and loss of life could happen at any moment. A

terrorist definitely had accomplices, perhaps even the leader of this terrorist activity.

Cold sweat broke out on Zhang Ziwen's back. He was confident that his judgment was correct. It was too troublesome. He had never encountered such a dangerous and sudden

event before. There were too many uncertainties and dangers. But now that he had taken action, the terrorists outside

would soon discover the body in the restroom. The die was cast, and there was no turning back. Zhang Ziwen cursed inwardly.

This involved about three hundred lives. He had acted impulsively just now. He regretted his earlier action, but

the thought flashed through his mind. He couldn't let An Yun be humiliated under his nose. That wasn't his

style. Since regret was useless, he had to walk this tightrope no matter what. Damn it, why was I so unlucky?

Zhang Ziwen thought angrily. Things were too complicated; it wasn't something that could be resolved with a few practice sessions. He was

really .

"Hey... Zhang, what do you mean? What? Trying to be a coward?" An Yun

couldn't help but mock him when she saw his miserable expression.

"Shut your stinking mouth, damn it, don't bother me." Zhang Ziwen was furious. He was annoyed and couldn't

stand the girl's constant chatter.

An Yun was stunned. She hadn't expected Zhang Ziwen to react so strongly. Instantly, her beautiful eyes filled with

tears : "...You... why are you cursing me? You bastard..." She

looked so fierce. She had teased him several times, and he never seemed to get angry. This time, one sentence had provoked his cursing.

She didn't understand, and she felt very wronged.

Seeing her tearful and angry expression, Zhang Ziwen felt a surge of irritation and guilt.

He had never been so harsh with a woman before. He always thought it was a lack of skill to be harsh with a woman, and even when

a woman was angry with him, he would just curse her inwardly and let it go without really holding a grudge. Based on his past attitudes towards women,

he was always a gentleman among gentlemen. Today, he had completely lost his temper.

He really did cry a lot. Seeing her angry and aggrieved expression, Zhang Ziwen sighed, "Alright, I was

the jerk. You've cursed me back. Let's just leave it at that." He couldn't stand seeing a woman cry.

An Yun wiped the tears from her face and added defiantly, "You... you really

are a jerk."

"Yes, yes, you're right. Okay, stop crying. I need to talk to you about something." Zhang Ziwen felt helpless with this kind of

woman .

"I'll cry, it's none of your business..." An Yun was still angry, but after saying it stubbornly, she couldn't help but

ask in a low voice, "...What is it?" She was a little annoyed that Zhang Ziwen needed to discuss something

with her.

Zhang Ziwen looked at her defiant face as she asked him what was wrong, and he didn't know whether to be angry or amused.

Her appearance really made him both laugh and cry. Her small mouth was pouting, and her eyes showed stubbornness, annoyance, defiance, and

curiosity. What was even funnier was that her beautiful eyes, which had a lot of expression, were also full of tears, which might overflow at any moment

. Her expression was really invincible, and Zhang Ziwen could only cry out to the heavens.

Zhang Ziwen tried to keep his voice gentle as he said, "...The situation is very critical now.

The 300 or so people on board, plus the two of us, could be wiped out at any moment. I want to ask you,

when you were serving in first class, besides those three terrorists, did you notice any suspicious individuals? This is very important; you need to think it through carefully

."

Seeing his serious expression, An Yun refrained from saying "You are a suspicious individual." Judging

from his tone, things seemed a bit troublesome. She thought carefully for a moment, then shook her head

and said, "No, I didn't notice any unusual regulars." *If anything is unusual, who

else ?* she muttered to herself.

Seeing that he couldn't get any information, Zhang Ziwen thought that the terrorists mixed in with the passengers might be in economy class. The obvious ones

were easy to deal with, but the covert ones were really difficult. He hesitated, and time was running out.

"What's wrong? Is it a big problem?" An Yun realized the seriousness of the situation. Although she resented the person in front of her, she

seemed to know Zhang Ziwen's background quite well. She had heard many heroic stories about him from her sister.

She wasn't too afraid of this crisis, since he was the one holding everything together. Now that even he was looking miserable,

the trouble was obvious.

Zhang Ziwen glanced at her and saw that her eyes were unusually focused. Her expression was serious, and it seemed that she

also knew this was no joke. He decided to tell her to avoid her arguing with him. Zhang Ziwen briefly

explained the trouble, and finally sighed, "Hopefully, there aren't any

terrorists disguised as passengers in first class. As for economy class, it's all down to luck to find them. I'll need your cooperation then.

Can you handle it?"

Chapter 156 An Yun's Acting Skills: Unhappy and Speechless.

An Yun pouted and said, "Hmph, underestimating me. Why can't I? At worst, I'll just die. I'm not afraid." An

Yun would never show weakness in front of Zhang Ziwen.

"It's good that you're not afraid. Now we need your cooperation. Tear your uniform off first." Zhang Ziwen's

gaze involuntarily drifted to her full breasts. This was a habitual look in a man's eyes when he was thinking dirty thoughts, and Zhang Ziwen

was no exception.

“…You bastard…What did you say?…You pervert.” An Yun

blushed and shrank back on the toilet seat, her eyes gleaming with lust.

Zhang Ziwen was taken aback by her outburst, realizing he'd been staring at the wrong person. He chuckled awkwardly,

“…Don’t misunderstand, I meant you came in…for a reason, and you have to make it

look like you’re leaving…”

Hearing this, An Yun’s face flushed crimson to her ears. She understood. She’d been

forcibly brought in by the masked man, which meant she was about to be raped. Now, to leave, her clothes had to be torn; otherwise, she couldn’t fool

her accomplices outside. This guy had put it nicely, not using the word “rape,” which was giving her some face.

An Yun was too embarrassed to care about Zhang Ziwen’s lecherous stare at her chest.

"Hey... hurry up, time is running out." Zhang Ziwen

couldn't help but .

"...What's the rush? Ugh, I... I don't have the strength." An Yun blushed

and mumbled a

soft protest. Zhang Ziwen's heart skipped a beat. Her words were clear: she wanted him to help, to tear the woman

's clothes. Although it was all an act, he couldn't help but swallow hard. In this extremely dangerous situation,

a man 's innate animalistic instincts still made Zhang Ziwen's lewd fantasies run wild.

"...Then... I'll get started." Zhang Ziwen walked up to An Yun and gestured for

her to stand up.

"Mmm..." An Yun nodded, blushing. She was a little unsteady when she stood up.

Zhang Ziwen reached out and gently supported her, feeling her delicate body tremble slightly, unsure whether it was from shyness or fear.

Zhang Ziwen made his move, showing no mercy. Several sharp, grating sounds of tearing fabric rang out. An Yun's

beautiful eyes were tightly closed, her face flushed. Earlier, when the masked bastard had forced himself on her, she would rather bite her tongue and

die than endure his humiliation. Now, she obediently allowed another bastard to do as he pleased. At this moment,

she felt a chill on her arms and chest, and her back seemed to be even more exposed. Was it really necessary to do this

? An Yun felt a pang of regret. Zhang Ziwen

sniffed; the fragrance was intoxicating. The beauty before him was indeed alluring. An Yun's skin was exceptionally

delicate, smooth and radiant like milk, so soft and supple it seemed one couldn't resist taking a bite

.

"...Is it done?" An Yun opened her beautiful eyes, afraid of revealing too much.

"...Just a little bit more." Zhang Ziwen swallowed, the alluring sight before him captivating.

One sleeve was completely torn off, and two buttons on her chest were undone, revealing half of her full breasts. He hadn't

done much in the front, but her back was almost completely naked. The back clasp of her white lace bra was visible, half-concealing, alluring

.

"...Don't look at me like that, you bastard," An Yun said coquettishly, unable

to bear his lecherous gaze lingering on her body.

Zhang Ziwen was a little embarrassed and turned his head away awkwardly, starting to take off his clothes. Soon, his zipper

was down.

"Hey, what are you doing? Don't take them off..." An Yun saw him taking off his pants and cried out

urgently . She didn't understand his actions; she had already seen his black underwear.

Zhang Ziwen ignored her and continued his actions. He was now only wearing a black

briefs , displaying An Yun the back of a perfect man—coordinated, fit, muscular, and with smooth lines.

An Yun's heart pounded. Was this guy an exhibitionist? An Yun regretted being left almost naked. He

wouldn't ? An Yun dared not think further.

Soon, Zhang Ziwen's next action dispelled An Yun's concerns. He walked to the masked man's corpse

and swiftly stripped off his clothes. A European face. Zhang Ziwen felt slightly strange. Not

from the base? Time didn't allow him to speculate further. Zhang Ziwen quickly put on a black outfit, concealed the dagger hidden in

the masked man's boot in his sleeve, and put on a hood. The two were similar in build; Zhang Ziwen, dressed in

the hood, looked exactly like the masked man.

An Yun breathed a slight sigh of relief. She had misunderstood him. "Hmph, this guy really does look like a bastard in those

clothes ," she thought, a hint of resentment flashing in her eyes.

Zhang Ziwen turned around and, seeing An Yun looking at him with hatred, asked curiously, "...

Why haven't you made a move yet?"

"...Move...move what?" An Yun's hatred lessened

slightly upon hearing his voice.

"Didn't I tell you there's still a little bit left? You need to take that thing off. Do you expect me to help you?

Hurry up." Zhang Ziwen pointed to her beautiful legs, urging her on.

An Yun suddenly understood his meaning, blushing and glaring at him. The message was clear: "Damn, you think

you can help me? You'll see everything." She was wearing thin stockings, pretending to have been raped; if she didn't take them off, the flaws

would be too obvious.

Her movements were elegant; her hands slipped inside her skirt, cleverly hooking the top of her stockings. Zhang Ziwen swallowed hard.

Since she hadn't asked him to look away, he was happy to feast his eyes, only to be disappointed. Her movements were too subtle; he

was just a hair's breadth away from seeing her panties. Damn, Zhang Ziwen felt a pang of regret.

But the way she pulled off her stockings was incredibly alluring. The sheer fabric slipped off her long, beautiful legs,

incredibly seductive. She was truly a little vixen. Zhang Ziwen suppressed the urges within him.

"Is it done?" An Yun asked, her face flushed, the stockings crumpled in her hands.

Zhang Ziwen examined them closely and said, "...Almost there. That thing needs to be removed, and it'll

be almost done." His gaze fell on An Yun's breasts.

It was very direct. An Yun's face turned bright red, but she could only play along. Enduring his lecherous gaze, her slender

hands reached behind her back, her fingers twitching slightly, and her bra instantly loosened, revealing a pair of full, plump breasts.

Fortunately, her white shirt covered her breasts, otherwise they would have really popped out. This action made Zhang Ziwen swallow hard again,

his trembling slightly . He could imagine the proud firmness of her breasts. He had to admit that An Yun was an absolute beauty;

no wonder the masked man had chosen her.

"Is it done now..." An Yun asked, noticing him constantly lingering on her chest.

Da, annoyed, retorted defiantly, "...What are you looking at, you dog eyes? Look all you want

, you filthy pervert!" She then puffed out her chest defiantly.

"Okay...okay..." An Yun's defiant attitude made Zhang Ziwen embarrassed.

Her ample bosom made his eyes water, and he awkwardly looked away. It was best not to look at that stuff;

he was genuinely afraid of getting a sty.

Seeing Zhang Ziwen's embarrassed expression, An Yun felt a surge of triumph. "Hmph. Who's afraid of who? Do you think I'm

so easy to bully?" The little girl seemed completely unafraid of him, and didn't care at all about Zhang Ziwen saving her earlier. It

was as if it were his natural duty. She had only one thought in her mind: this guy owed her too much;

no amount of punishment was too much.

The door swung open, and Zhang Ziwen dragged An Yun out. The game of life and death began the moment the door opened

. Everything unfolded under unknown circumstances. An Yun, being dragged along, cooperated perfectly, her hair disheveled and

clothes in disarray . Her beautiful eyes were filled with tears, her expression pitiful, almost indistinguishable from someone who had truly been raped. The tears flowed

effortlessly from her lips. Zhang Ziwen inwardly marveled at the girl's superb acting skills.

The situation in first class was immediately apparent: several corpses lay on the floor, untouched. Passengers wore

expressions of terror, sitting obediently in their seats, afraid to move. Wait a minute, why are there only two people? One at the cabin entrance,

one at the stern—where's the other bandit? Zhang Ziwen, holding An Yun's waist, asked in a low, urgent voice,

"Why are there only two bandits?"

"Idiot, there's another one in the restroom," An Yun muttered, scolding him for being stupid, her eyes still filled with pitiful sorrow, her

act of being humiliated perfectly convincing.

Zhang Ziwen breathed a sigh of relief. Dealing with two people was relatively easy. He pulled An Yun towards the bandit at the cockpit exit.

His eyes, hidden behind his mask, had already scanned all the passengers. An Yun was right; there were indeed no

bandits hiding among the passengers in first class. Zhang Ziwen trusted his own judgment.

Next to the masked bandit at the cockpit exit was a row of double seats. A middle-aged man and woman

, who appeared to be a couple, were sitting in the seats. Zhang Ziwen approached the bandit and pointed his gun at the trembling

couple , signaling them to get up. He roughly forced them to sit in the back. Under the threat of the gun,

the middle-aged couple trembled and squeezed together with two other passengers behind them, the four of them shaking huddled together.

Then, Zhang Ziwen shoved An Yun, whom he was dragging, into a seat with considerable force. An Yun was inwardly annoyed. "Damn it,

did he have to use so much force?" Zhang Ziwen ignored her and tugged at the masked bandit standing to the side. He avoided

eye contact with the bandit, but he saw the lewd look in the man's eyes. Zhang Ziwen's actions

made it clear: everyone should have a taste.

The masked man chuckled lewdly, tucked his submachine gun behind his back, and gestured to Zhang Ziwen,

indicating the hostage. Zhang Ziwen nodded, indicating that he understood and could relax and have fun. At the same time

, the dagger hidden in his sleeve slid into his hand. The masked man grinned lewdly and lunged at An Yun, who appeared to be trembling in her seat. In that

instant , Zhang Ziwen leaned in, a cold glint flashing in his hand. With a slight curve in his arm, he swiftly

slashed at the masked man's throat. In that instant, his other hand precisely controlled the masked man

's right hand, which contained the detonator. In less than two seconds, the masked man collapsed limply onto An Yun. At the same time, Zhang Ziwen swiftly

removed the hood, and the bandit died before he could even spit out blood.

The seat blocked the bandits' view from the stern. All of this happened in an instant. Zhang Ziwen swiftly

stopped An Yun's struggles, saying urgently and in a low voice, "Don't move, pretend to scream a few times." Before An Yun could speak,

Zhang Ziwen quickly stood up, seemingly enjoying the sordid scene unfolding on the seat.

"...Ah...no...ah..." An Yun's

voice was filled with dissatisfaction. She glared angrily at Zhang Ziwen, deeply resentful of his despicable idea.

The bandit's eyes were still open even after the mask was removed—it was utterly disgusting. If Zhang Ziwen hadn't used the bandit's hood to cover her wound and

pressed down on it, she would probably be covered in blood.

Despite her dissatisfaction, An Yun's seemingly humiliated cries were incredibly lifelike. Zhang Ziwen couldn't help but admire

her, giving her an approving look. An Yun hummed along, but her beautiful eyes rolled back at her

, her performance not affecting her initially pitiful, humiliated cries.

The masked man at the stern was clearly attracted by An Yun's cries of humiliation. Zhang Ziwen seized the opportunity to beckon to the masked man

. These guys seemed a bit lecherous; most of the terrorists at the base were Muslims, they shouldn't be this

lecherous, right? This bandit also had a European appearance; Zhang Ziwen guessed he belonged to another organization.

The masked man seemed unable to resist the temptation, inching closer. The hostages were already subdued; it wouldn't hurt for him to come

and watch the erotic scene. This was the effect Zhang Ziwen wanted. He urgently and quietly gestured for An Yun to continue

crying out, to make the cries more passionate, to attract the masked man's attention.

"Bastard!" An Yun's eyes flashed with intense dissatisfaction, but she still cooperated with Zhang Ziwen's signal. Her cries

changed slightly, becoming a mixture of grievance, resistance, helplessness, and a touch of panting and coquettishness, seemingly a moan of pleasure

. The humiliation and helplessness under rape were vividly portrayed, making Zhang Ziwen's heart skip a beat. Damn it, this girl's

cries were truly seductive.

The masked man quickened his pace. Few could bear the sound, even the still-shaken hostages couldn't help but

peek over, but most of their eyes were filled with pity. They cursed the hateful hijackers in their hearts, but unfortunately, these hostages

could only sorry for An Yun in their hearts; no one dared to step forward and risk being a hero to save the damsel in distress.

As they drew nearer, Zhang Ziwen's muscles were at their peak. He had to wait for his opportunity; he didn't want to alert the other

hostages. If they discovered the commotion, it would be disastrous. These were

terrorists ; making a scene and alerting the bandits in economy class would be fatal. Fearing a disturbance, Zhang Ziwen had decided

to complete everything silently.

Six steps, five steps, three steps... As the masked man quickly approached the seat, Zhang Ziwen stepped forward.

In one step, he saw An Yun, and at the same time, he saw his accomplice without a hood. In an instant,

Zhang Ziwen firmly grasped the masked man's right hand, and with a slight exertion, the masked man lost his balance. As he fell,

a cold glint flashed at his throat, followed by a trickle of blood. The movement was clean, precise, and incredibly fast.

Chapter 157 Another Terrible Idea, Unhappy and Speechless.

An Yun cried out in surprise as the weight of two men pressed down on her, making her feel as if she were being violated by two thugs.

"Phew, this girl's cooperation is really good," Zhang Ziwen gave her a thumbs up in appreciation. Little did he know that An

Yun's screams were from being pressed down uncomfortably. Dizzy and disoriented, An Yun glared angrily at Zhang Ziwen. "You bastard, hurry up and

help!" Her expressive eyes perfectly conveyed her anger.

Under her angry gaze, Zhang Ziwen dared not delay. His dignity as a superstar actor was paramount. He quickly bent

down and moved the two "corpses" apart, gesturing for her to keep screaming. Although An Yun didn't understand, seeing the urgency in Zhang Ziwen's eyes behind

his mask , she glared at him angrily, but still reluctantly continued her humiliating

acting.

Zhang Ziwen worked on the throats of the two bandits, quickly stopping the bleeding,

and then put the hoods back on them. He stood up, noticing the hostages glaring angrily, pointed his submachine gun at them, and

forced them to lower their heads in broken English. His English was similar to that of the masked man in the restroom—both were terrible

English speakers. Zhang Ziwen's purpose in threatening the hostages was clear: he couldn't let them see what was happening.

If the hostages knew they were temporarily safe, they would surely cause trouble, and alerting the bandits in economy class would be

a huge problem; a crash could happen at any moment.

Once all the hostages had obediently lowered their heads, Zhang Ziwen dragged one of the dead bandits by each hand, leaning the two corpses

against the cockpit door. Fortunately, his swift, deadly strike hadn't even given the bandits a chance to

close their eyes. Now, leaning against the door, their eyes wide open, they looked like two living people.

Looking at An Yun again, the girl's beautiful eyes never left Zhang Ziwen. She cried out pitifully

, but her eyes were filled with resentment. The meaning in her eyes was easy to understand: how long would this wailing continue?

Zhang Ziwen smiled and gestured, indicating it was time to stop

. An Yun was skilled at acting; her cries didn't stop immediately, but gradually faded. Her cooperation was perfect.

Zhang Ziwen wanted to praise her, but seeing the intense hostility in her eyes, he had to stop.

The two corpses were now leaning against the door, seemingly having satisfied their lust, their bodies slightly crossed in front of their chests, their hands

limply resting on them. As long as no one touched them, the two corpses would remain in this position.

It wouldn't be a problem to use them to intimidate hostages. Zhang Ziwen didn't need much time; enough to subdue the terrorists in economy class.

The remaining terrorists in the cockpit would be much easier to deal with. But under all circumstances, he had to find the unknown terrorists hidden among the passengers

. Otherwise, all his efforts would be in vain.

Zhang Ziwen checked his equipment, tucked the dagger back into his sleeve, and headed towards the economy class cabin, the key to resolving

the crisis . Walking down the aisle, Zhang Ziwen repeatedly threatened the hostages in broken English,

forbidding them from raising their heads without permission. These hostages were clearly terrified by the terrorists' brutal methods during the hijacking; even

without Zhang Ziwen's threats, the several bloodied corpses on the ground served as a warning, and they probably wouldn't dare

to look up easily.

An Yun walked closely beside Zhang Ziwen, her steps unsteady,

appearing . Zhang Ziwen inwardly praised her. Although he had felt some annoyance towards her in the restroom earlier,

it had gradually faded with An Yun's excellent acting. This unruly girl wasn't entirely useless; at least they were currently sharing a hardship.

Zhang Ziwen still had some appreciation for this temporary beautiful partner.

Zhang Ziwen slit open the thick curtain separating economy and first class slightly to peek into the economy class

cabin . The situation wasn't too bad. There were only two masked terrorists in the open, one about 6 meters away from where he was looking,

and another in the middle of the cabin. Zhang Ziwen breathed a sigh of relief. There were more than twice as many hostages in economy class as in first class, and he

estimated there would be at least three terrorists. He hadn't expected there to be only two. Based on tactical theory, Zhang Ziwen guessed that

the masked man in the lavatory was probably from economy class. Adding the hidden enemies among the passengers, four terrorists

were enough to control the situation.

Having identified the enemy in the open, Zhang Ziwen's gaze swept over the listless hostages. Based on experience

, he focused on passengers seated in the middle section. Scanning and locking onto them, he quickly spotted a middle-aged

passenger with a large beard and European features. He sat there quite leisurely, and his eyes didn't show the fear seen in the other hostages.

Zhang Ziwen repeatedly compared the scans and finally confirmed that this was the target. It should be this guy. The suspicious

target sitting no more than three meters away from the bandits monitoring the hostages in the open, within effective kill range. Great! It seems

that sometimes fate is kind to you. Zhang Ziwen felt a little excited.

The hatch connection was a blind spot for the first-class hostages. From this position, An Yun no longer needed to act. She

was now clinging tightly to Zhang Ziwen's broad back, trying to peek at the situation inside the economy class hatch. She wondered

how Sister Yu was doing. An Yun was very worried. She peeked around, but could only see the back of Zhang Ziwen's head.

Annoyed, she reached out and pinched Zhang Ziwen's ear, signaling him to move aside.

Zhang Ziwen felt her harassment and slightly moved his head, while simultaneously swaying his shoulders, trying to

shake An Yun off him. "What kind of time is this to be acting like this?" Zhang Ziwen thought to himself. He needed to check

again for any hidden survivors. If he missed anyone, it wouldn't be a joke. Zhang Ziwen dared not be

careless.

An Yun, oblivious to the danger, was only concerned about whether her usually doting sister, Yu, was alright. Zhang Ziwen

didn't shake her off; instead, she clung to him even tighter. Even more surprisingly, she made a move, using her hands to support herself on An Yun's shoulders

and leaping onto his back, her feet dangling in the air, as if he were carrying her. Okay, now she

could see! Just as An Yun could glimpse the scene inside over his head, everything went black. The thick curtain

had been lowered by Zhang Ziwen. He had been forced to restore the curtain to its original position as An Yun climbed onto his back. This girl

was reckless ; her movement was too abrupt. If the people inside noticed, things would be bad.

Zhang Ziwen's actions provoked An Yun's strong dissatisfaction. She reached out and pinched Zhang Ziwen's ear, her small

mouth close, exhaling sweet breath.

"You bastard, what do you mean?" she whispered, afraid of disturbing the people inside.

"What do you mean? You're not getting down. Is it comfortable lying on my back?" Zhang Ziwen felt very comfortable;

the two mounds of flesh on his back were clearly trembling, which was very alluring.

"I'm not getting down. I need to check how things are inside," An Yun insisted.

"......Hey, don't be ungrateful! What time is it and you're still acting like this? Get

down now ," Zhang Ziwen urged softly.

"Who's being silly? I need to check if Sister Yu is alright, hmph. I'm not as heartless as you. Sister Yu

is good to me, what's wrong with me caring about her?" An Yun spoke to him, always prioritizing her own sense of reason.

"Sister Yu? You mean your boss from the flight from Japan to New York last time?"

"Yes, that's her. Quickly open the curtain a bit, I need to see her."

"She's fine, perfectly safe and sound, huddled with several flight attendants." Zhang Ziwen scanned the entire economy class

. He naturally knew Sister Yu's condition.

"Sister Yu is alright? Really? Hehe, that's great." An Yun was pleased. "You jerk. Don't lie to me,

or I'll never forgive you."

"Who's lying to you? Get down! Hurry, I have important business to attend to." Zhang Ziwen said urgently,

feeling uncomfortable from the two firm, full breasts rubbing against his back. "......Fine, I'll get down, who cares about sitting on your back?" An Yun muttered

unhappily .

She really didn't want to get off; it was so comfortable leaning against that bastard's back.

"So, what's the big deal now?" An Yun leaned against the stroller, her beautiful eyes fixed on Zhang Ziwen, guessing that

this bastard was probably looking for her to cooperate with something.

Zhang Ziwen glanced at the stroller she was leaning against and said softly, "You... sit on it." A hint

of malice flashed in his eyes.

"Why?" An Yun was a little confused, but she still sat on the stroller as instructed. When it was serious business,

she was quite obedient and cooperative.

"What else? Continue your wonderful performance, of course." Zhang Ziwen swallowed, his wicked idea

beginning to take shape.

"Perform what? It's not going to be another... or something, is it? Vulgar." An Yun saw the lecherous look in his eyes

and felt a little annoyed. This bastard's thoughts were really dirty; couldn't he think of anything more

noble ?

"Hehe... You're really smart, girl. You guessed right. But this time it's my turn."

Zhang Ziwen made a lecherous face at the right moment; he wasn't bad at acting either.

"You do it? I won't, you bastard, don't even think about touching me." An Yun's beautiful eyes showed disgust.

She was unwilling to be insulted by this bastard, and acting wouldn't work.

"Damn it, fine, don't do it then, just wait to die." Zhang Ziwen crossed his arms and said, "You gave up on saving Sister Yu yourself

, so don't blame me. I just saw a bandit staring at her lecherously. Who knows what will happen."

The last sentence was pure fabrication by Zhang Ziwen. Time was running out, and he really had to scare this stubborn girl.

"Really... really...? Then... then you have to think of something quickly!"

An Yun fell for it, and her beautiful eyes showed anxiety.

Zhang Ziwen shrugged and said, "I don't have any ideas. The situation is urgent. It's up to you whether you do it or not."

"I...I..." An Yun hesitated, then thought of Sister Yu's

safety, and bit her lip, saying, "...Come on, you bastard, I'll cooperate." An Yun

said through gritted teeth, feeling repulsed by Zhang Ziwen but also helpless.

Is it really that serious? Terrorists touching you is acceptable? Damn it, I'm just acting, and you're acting like I'm going to

the execution ground . Zhang Ziwen looked at her extremely unwilling expression and felt annoyed. He was a handsome guy

, much more handsome than those guys, what was this brat unwilling about? Damn it!

Zhang Ziwen cursed, but his mind was quickly calculating how to perform this act without ruining it,

summarizing the rough outline he had just thought of.

"...How do we cooperate? Hurry up!" An Yun urged Zhang Ziwen, who was standing there motionless,

seemingly lost in thought. She was afraid they wouldn't be able to save Sister Yu in time.

Zhang Ziwen glanced at her, a sly smile flashing in his eyes. His wicked plan had already taken shape.

Seeing the anxiety in her beautiful eyes, he walked up to her and whispered a few words in her ear.

"Really...really do it like this?" An Yun's face flushed red.

"Enough with the nonsense. Hurry up and spread your legs." Zhang Ziwen's eyes were serious, but he felt a surge of pleasure. This act

had to be performed well. His little punishment for An Yun showed her the consequences of ignoring a handsome man.

"You bastard, you're lewd," An Yun muttered under her breath, but her legs obediently parted a little, tears welling up in her

beautiful eyes .

Zhang Ziwen approached her, no longer bothering with formalities. He spread her legs apart, instantly

exposing An Yun's underwear. Good heavens, it was incredibly alluring! Her pale purple panties came into Zhang Ziwen's view, slightly transparent—

the allure of the glimpse was captivating. The sight of this springtime scene made his heart leap with joy.

"…You bastard…you…what are you looking at?" An Yun's

beautiful eyes filled with tears, her voice trembling with sobs. She was filled with regret; the price of saving Sister Yu had been too high.

"Yes, like that…you continue." Zhang Ziwen swallowed hard, pressing his waist closer.

"…No…no, don't touch me…you bastard." An

Yun's voice, filled with grievance and humiliation, grew louder. Tears streamed down her face; it was hard to tell

if Judging from her past attitude towards Zhang Ziwen, it seemed to be a heartfelt refusal.

This was exactly the effect Zhang Ziwen wanted. He was putting on a show to lure the bandits six meters inside to

this position. To achieve this, he had prepared a series of traps, and incidentally, he wanted to take advantage of An Yun. After being

thoroughly scolded by her, he wanted to at least recoup some of his losses.

Zhang Ziwen leaned closer, his lips capturing her soft earlobe. Women liked to pinch his ears, but

Zhang Ziwen preferred kissing women's ears; it was his nature, and even while acting, he unconsciously used his old habit.

"…No…it tickles…" An Yun was genuinely tickled. His

hot breath relentlessly filled her ear, causing an unbearable tingling sensation. Zhang Ziwen's preference

worked on all kinds of women; that was a woman's natural sensitive area. Even though she resented him, physiologically she couldn't resist the

pleasurable tingling.

Zhang Ziwen's breathing became heavy, his waist pressed close enough to feel her most sensitive spot. He anticipated this, knowing that acting would

escalate into real passion, because even as he had this thought, a fire was already burning in his lower abdomen. For

a beautiful woman, even the most dangerous situation couldn't stop his youthful, restless lust. On this plane, which could

fall apart , spring was spreading...

Chapter 158 Hanging by a Thread, Unhappy Speechless

"...Don't kiss me...you bastard...you...you're filthy..." An Yun's head tilted back; she wanted to escape.

She leaned back

, only making her full breasts stand out more and her lower body move forward more.

The opportunity to take advantage of her had arrived, and Zhang Ziwen did not let her go. His lips searched from behind her ear to her fair and delicate neck, and his

waist pressed boldly against hers. He would not leave a gap. When he touched her, the sensation was intense, and Zhang Ziwen

let out a soft groan.

His groan was very pleasant, and An Yun heard it clearly. She whispered, "...No...you can't do this

..."

An Yun was both ashamed and angry. He...was taking advantage of her. She felt his touch on the most private

part . His reaction was too obvious. Through the thin fabric, she could clearly feel

the heat and hardness there. The alluring harassment, the violation of her virginity, filled An Yun's beautiful eyes with tears of humiliation.

She smelled wonderful, a sweet, feminine fragrance wafting through the air. Zhang Ziwen greedily inhaled and kissed her, while his other hand subtly

pulled the curtain open slightly, just enough for the masked man six meters away to see them. Their posture was extremely suggestive;

anyone could tell what they were doing.

An Yun's clothes were disheveled, her half-exposed breasts swaying brightly before Zhang

Ziwen He leaned in, burying his face against her full breasts. He regretted that the mask was so thick

, but even so, he could still feel the extraordinary elasticity of her breasts…

Zhang Ziwen glanced at the masked man out of the corner of his eye; the masked man had already turned in their direction.

“…Keep calling out, a little louder…” Zhang Ziwen urged softly.

"Ah...bastard...you son of a bitch...no...um...no..." An Yun's voice was like that of a wounded

bird, plaintive, pitiful, and tinged with anger. She was truly cursing him. His face shamelessly

rubbed against her chest. She struggled, but there was nowhere to retreat. Her small hand twisted towards his

ear, giving it a sharp twist.

Ouch, damn it, this girl was too ruthless. She twisted so tightly. Zhang Ziwen grabbed her hand and whispered,

"Let go, it hurts."

"...Ah...don't touch me..." An Yun continued her performance, then whispered back, "I won't let go,

you deserve it."

He was in pain, and she felt a little smug. Her earlier cry even had a coquettish quality, carrying a hint of pleasure.

"Damn, he's here, let go." Zhang Ziwen had already spotted the masked man walking towards them. Zhang Ziwen

timely lowered the curtain, confident that he had successfully lured the masked man.

An Yun reluctantly released him, humming softly. Her moans had a slightly hazy quality to them; she even

knew how to use her voice to seduce the approaching masked man. Her voice, filled with panic and a hint of

helpless allure, seemed to suggest that the man on top of her had already violated her body. Her moans were mingled with soft breaths. Good

heavens, Zhang Ziwen's heart pounded. This girl's moans were definitely beautiful. Since she was cooperating so well, he couldn't just sit idly by.

Her body arched back sharply, and Zhang Ziwen easily grasped her legs, his lower body pressing even harder against her

private parts. He moved, caressing the woman's secret place through the fabric, his movements blatant. He was sure she could feel

his arousal, a naked violation.

An Yun's small hands weakly pushed against his shoulders, but it was useless; she couldn't escape him. His

caresses grew more intense, his breathing heavy, his hot breath hitting her face. What was this? Was it really that bad? An Yun could

sense that he was doing this on purpose; he was being very audacious. She was furious, but her body's reaction grew stronger. She

felt her body becoming increasingly weak, and his constant touching and rubbing of her sensitive spots caused her

to moan involuntarily. She was annoyed to find that her underwear was a little sticky, and she felt a shameful pleasure...

The thick curtain was parted slightly, and light flashed by, then dimmed again. A figure squeezed in, and

the fish had taken the bait. Zhang Ziwen continued his indecent actions. The ambiguous posture of the man and woman was a blatant performance of

a sex play. An Yun saw the masked man's eyes, which gleamed with a beastly light. Her beautiful eyes were filled with a hazy

look, and she cried out and moaned at the right moment, her body twisting. Her cries were soul-stirring, and her moans of

pleasure caused the masked man's throat to twitch.

Zhang Ziwen's movements became even more intense, as if he were about to reach the pinnacle of his life. Suddenly, his body

froze , trembling and going limp, pressing heavily onto An Yun's delicate frame.

"You're... killing me..." An Yun's voice was slightly muffled, her sweet whisper sending a shiver down Zhang Ziwen's spine.

His climax was feigned; his erection remained pressed firmly against her sensitive area. An Yun blushed,

feeling his erection growing increasingly hot...

The masked man was approaching. Zhang Ziwen's seemingly supple body was now flexing, his muscles poised to explode.

He struggled to slowly lift himself, his lower body reluctantly leaving that alluring place. His eyes caught a glimpse of

the masked man's boots. As he stood up and turned, his arm flashed out in a wide arc. The masked man's eyes

were greedily fixed on An Yun's half-revealed, alluring body, a cold glint in them. His pupils contracted, and he

felt a chilling coldness in his throat. A hoarse sound escaped his throat as blood rushed to his head. His vocal cords snapped shut,

his consciousness blurred in an instant, and his body slowly slumped forward…

Zhang Ziwen quickly caught the corpse, gently placing it on the trolley and crouching down. An Yun

was numb to his methods of killing; she had seen too many disgusting things and experienced too many ugly events today. She possessed

an extraordinary mental fortitude; she was truly remarkable. She wasn't frightened by the cold-bloodedness before her. She continued her

performance, her breathtaking moans echoing in the small space of the hatchway connection. Zhang Ziwen watched her,

truly admiring the girl's perfect cooperation. Anyone else would have been terrified into silence, yet this girl remained unmoved by

the situation, exuding allure. He couldn't help but offer his congratulations;

he wanted to express his respect in a military manner.

An Yun rolled her eyes at him, ignoring him, continuing her captivating performance, disregarding Zhang Ziwen's outstretched

hand.

She hadn't forgotten his brazen lewdness, nor had she forgotten how he'd made her underwear slightly damp. She

hated the irritating pleasure she felt beneath him. A hidden unease crept into her heart; she felt a deep respect for her beloved older sister.

An Yun wouldn't forgive him. Her stubborn nature wouldn't change just because she was fighting alongside him. Her resentment towards him

remained . This guy, under the guise of acting, had blatantly violated her. She wasn't stupid; she sensed Zhang Ziwen's deliberate...

His audacity. This debt had to be settled today. He owed her sister a debt of affection, and now

he owed her a debt of frivolity. An Yun vowed to get her revenge…

Hearing her sweet, melodious moans and seeing her angry expression, Zhang Ziwen felt a strange mix of emotions.

He awkwardly withdrew his hand. He didn't quite understand why this girl was so

stubborn , but she had left a deep impression on him. He admired her firm stance, her

clear distinction between friend and foe. Not only was she a natural actress, but she would also be a perfect agent or spy.

Zhang Ziwen didn't know how much hatred she harbored towards him, but he no longer felt any hostility towards her.

He would never harbor hostility towards a comrade-in-arms. Zhang Ziwen felt a pang of guilt; he had really gone too far.

He felt a little ashamed of his pettiness…

“…I…I’m going in…” Zhang Ziwen wanted to say goodbye. He knew that the battle inside was crucial.

Failure would mean their farewell would be forever.

"Get out... save your life to come see me again, I still have many scores to settle with you." An Yun could

read , and she sensed the meaning of this farewell.

Zhang Ziwen smiled; he could hear the concern in her tone. This girl was smart; she knew the danger inside,

she knew this might be a final farewell, yet she showed no fear. She didn't give up cooperating with him; her small mouth

intermittently accompanied the final farewell song. Zhang Ziwen stared at her for a moment, then turned away, adjusted his

breathing , and reached for the curtain...

Watching Zhang Ziwen's thick figure disappear behind the curtain, tears fell from An Yun's beautiful eyes... Sister...

He was truly amazing. Now I know why you were still thinking of him when you left. He was indeed worthy of your

love , but... I hate him even more. Why couldn't you have him? Why did he leave you so heartlessly?

More than two years have passed, and he has vanished without a trace. He doesn't even know where you are buried. Why? "Sister... I'll

send this bastard to you. I'll make him repent before you. Believe me, your regret won't last long..."

Zhang Ziwen, head down, straightened his pants. His clothes were slightly disheveled, and his steps were a little unsteady.

Out of the corner of his eye, he could even see the mocking smile in the eyes of another masked man. Anyone could tell from his appearance what he had done something

despicable. Zhang Ziwen was also laughing inwardly because the masked man's position was damn good, good enough for him to easily

take down two at once. His muscles were tense, his breathing became steady and regular, his heart rate reached its optimal

attack state, and his blood was circulating at full speed. A thunderous attack would be launched in an instant. Zhang Ziwen was like a wolf in

the dark , the prey close at hand...

Zhang Ziwen's unsteady body approached the masked man, his hand friendly draped over his shoulder,

a lewd, buzzing laugh coming from his mouth and nose. Out of the corner of his eye, he locked onto 3... The bearded man, about 1 meter tall,

had a lewd smile in his eyes. He locked onto Zhang Ziwen, whose body was too light to stand steadily. The two men tilted,

seemingly losing their balance and falling towards the bearded man.

Their lewd smiles were palpable as they continued to tilt. Zhang Ziwen's eyes sharpened as he searched for a fleeting moment of

alignment , for a thunderous strike. The attack lines converged in an instant, their throats overlapping precisely. A dazzling, cold light

flashed. Their bodies moved in a split second, the flash of cold light also instantaneous, tracing a magnificent arc. Steady,

accurate, and ruthless, faster than the naked eye could follow. Zhang Ziwen's movements had reached their limit. His explosive power erupted

the instant . Only a chilling glint flashed in the bearded man's pupils, gone in an instant. It was too fast; he had

no time to react.

Zhang Ziwen collapsed heavily to the ground, while the masked man, who had tilted with him, fell onto the bearded man.

Blood gushed from their throats, mingling together…

It was over. Zhang Ziwen was exhausted; his physical exertion had reached its limit. He struggled to his feet,

removed his hood, and heard a commotion. The lightning-fast scene that had just unfolded among the surrounding hostages had all been witnessed. They

had only seen two fallen figures, but now they saw blood spreading down the aisle. A terrifying

attack, a precise kill—the air seemed to freeze for a moment. The hostages reacted

as . When he removed his hood, the suffocating silence exploded. They were saved! The message of salvation

spread around Zhang Ziwen, and soon, the entire economy class was in an uproar, a frenzy of cheers and whistles

. All the hostages were jumping and leaping with joy; the plane seemed to tremble with their jubilation…

…

Zhang Ziwen wearily walked towards the curtain, constantly fending off the hostages' enthusiastic hands. He saw An Yun's

delicate figure emerge from behind the curtain, her beautiful eyes searching for something. Soon, she flew to the left side of the front row,

where Sister Yu was sitting. Zhang Ziwen felt a pang of sadness; this girl had no affection whatsoever, only caring about Sister Yu,

not even bothering to personally greet her meritorious servant.

Oh no! Zhang Ziwen spotted an abnormal figure. Suddenly, incredibly fast and agile, it flashed in front of An Yun

in an instant . A fish that had slipped through the net? Zhang Ziwen inwardly cried out in alarm. Before An Yun could even react, she was

abruptly cut off by the figure. The movements were fluid: a grab, a twist. An Yun cried out in surprise, already

subdued by the figure.

This unusual phenomenon was quickly noticed by the passengers around An Yun. Their jubilant bodies froze,

and the noise in economy class gradually subsided as passengers returned to their previous state of fear. These

passengers were quick to react and quick to calm down; the crisis wasn't over yet. The corpses of the terrorists underground were already stiff,

and the bloody scene at the beginning of the crisis reminded them that now was not the time for celebration. All

eyes were on the kidnapped An Yun, including Zhang Ziwen's.

The figure held a silenced pistol to An Yun's temple, his arm tightly gripping her

throat. A black box was visible on his exposed wrist—the detonator Zhang Ziwen feared most. Cold sweat

broke out ; An Yun's life hung by a thread…

Chapter 159: A Glimmer of Hope, Unhappy and Speechless.

"Don't move… don't move…" came the voice of the person kidnapping An Yun, a woman's voice, speaking English, albeit with a slightly

foul accent.

It was a woman, around 40 years old, dressed in all black—the Black Widow? Zhang Ziwen instantly thought of the Chechen separatist forces;

no wonder her English was so poor. Zhang Ziwen had scanned her before, but she seemed to have her head down, and Zhang Ziwen had overlooked

this woman. A fatal oversight; if An Yun hadn't been harassing him from behind, the second scan should have caught her.

Damn it, you reap what you sow, now you're reaping the consequences, Zhang Ziwen thought bitterly. At the same time

, he felt a slight sense of relief. Since she had kidnapped An Yun, she wasn't planning to detonate the suicide bomb immediately. He calculated the distance

and angle in his mind, and something was wrong. Cold sweat broke out on Zhang Ziwen's back again. He could only lock the detonator, but not

the gun pointed at An Yun's temple. An Yun's chances of survival were almost zero...

Economy class was unusually quiet, and there was no movement in first class either. Perhaps the passengers there

had , but the two masked men standing stiffly at the cabin door were equally intimidating. The air seemed

to freeze at that moment, a deathly silence. 11 meters, Zhang Ziwen accurately judged the position of the woman in black.

Damn it, it's not good to make a move. The muzzle of the gun was pressed firmly against An Yun's temple, point-blank. No matter how fast he moved, he

couldn't outrun a bullet.

Zhang Ziwen was in extreme pain. He was confident he could finish off the woman in black when she detonated the bomb, but

he wasn't sure about her dying reaction. 0.1 seconds was enough for a bullet to pierce An Yun's head. 300

lives were at stake, and Zhang Ziwen's agonizing internal conflict quickly overwhelmed him. He was ready to abandon An Yun; time didn't allow him much

time to consider. He made a reluctant choice, glancing at An Yun, who was also looking at him calmly. She seemed completely

unfazed, believing this seemingly omnipotent man could save her; she knew of his

abilities from her sister. An Yun's rich eyes revealed boundless trust in him.

This look sent a jolt of pain through Zhang Ziwen's heart. "You're wrong, I can't save you,"

a flicker of despair crossed Zhang Ziwen's eyes. His peripheral vision remained fixed on the arm gripping An Yun's neck, but he could only

ignore ; he couldn't afford to gamble.

An Yun understood his gaze. She was clever; she saw the despair in Zhang Ziwen's eyes. She understood that

this guy was going to abandon her. Bastard. Selfish bastard. An Yun wasn't afraid of death, but she was unwilling. Why should he abandon

me? He abandoned my sister before, and now he's abandoning me too. Heartless and despicable bastard.

Tears welled up in An Yun's beautiful eyes, her expressive eyes conveying her dissatisfaction, a thousandfold resentment. She refused

to accept it. Zhang Ziwen could only apologize to her intense gaze. He ruthlessly rejected her resentment. This game of life and death

was not one he could afford to play. Including himself, and over 300 other lives, he could only sacrifice her own. Let him hate her

in the afterlife. Zhang Ziwen's eyes now held apology, farewell. This was

the price . Blame herself.

"...Bastard...I'll haunt you even as a ghost..." An Yun clearly read the farewell in his

eyes. She was desperate. This omnipotent guy had decided to abandon her. She refused to accept it. Either way, she was going to die, and even

in death, she would curse him until her blood ran dry.

"Don't move." The woman in black sensed An Yun's anger.

"Let me curse that bastard, then you can shoot me if you want." An Yun quickly replied in English,

she was desperate.

"Zhang Ziwen, you bastard, you heartless bastard, you bastard, listen to me, even if

I become a ghost, I'll crawl into your dreams. I want you to have nightmares every day, you

worthless thing ." An Yun became more and more agitated as she cursed.

"Enough, shut up, you brat, shut up." Zhang Ziwen was furious and took two steps.

"Stop." The woman in black pressed the gun against An Yun's temple, the dark barrel making An Yun's head tilt

.

"What are you doing? Shoot already, or I'll keep cursing." An Yun stubbornly straightened her head.

"You brat, you're about to die and you're still cursing, damn it, go ahead and curse a couple more times." Zhang Ziwen's forehead was covered in cold sweat,

he noticed the woman in black had the trigger pulled very tightly.

"What, you're not happy? Zhang Ziwen, you bastard! You're not a man! My sister was blind to fall for

you, you piece of trash, you're worse than a pig or a dog!" An Yun seized the opportunity to unleash her fury, her beautiful eyes blazing

with rage . She had almost lost her mind when she learned Zhang Ziwen had abandoned her; she was like a raging little lioness, so fierce

she wanted to tear him apart.

"You're crazy, you brat! Why don't you just die? I'll help you die!" Zhang Ziwen took another step forward,

yelling at the woman in black, "Shoot! Quick, kill this madman!" His English wasn't fluent, but the woman in black should

understand.

"You're the madman, Zhang! You're not human!" An Yun was furious; this bastard actually told

the woman in black to shoot.

"Hey, kill that bastard first. I want to see him die first." An Yun made her

final , her dying wish

. "If you move again, I'll shoot." The woman in black pressed the gun against An Yun's head again. The girl struggled

fiercely . At the same time, Zhang Ziwen took two steps closer.

"Kill him, kill that bastard, please." An Yun ignored the gun at her head. If she had a gun

in her hand right now, she would definitely kill that bastard Zhang Ziwen.

"You...stop!" the woman in black shouted. Noticing Zhang Ziwen closing in,

she moved her gun away from An Yun's head and pointed it at him. The opportunity presented itself; the instant her hand rose, Zhang Ziwen

moved, lunging forward. A flash of cold light, swift as lightning, flew out. With a "thud," blood splattered

—a throwing knife. The woman in black's wrist was pierced by this incredibly precise knife. The pistol

slipped from her hand. As she painfully pressed her injured hand towards the detonator, she pressed against the back of Zhang Ziwen

's hand. Two sharp cracks—Zhang Ziwen's ruthless method was completed in an instant. A heart

-wrenching Her wrists were only held together by skin and flesh; the bones had been broken with a sharp crack.

The scream abruptly stopped. A severed neck—a special forces killing method, even more cruel than a severed neck.

The woman 's head and neck had been rotated 180 degrees. Enough to turn her head from front to back, Zhang Ziwen wouldn't let

someone carrying a high-explosive bomb live, especially not a super-dangerous Black Widow like her. The dead are

useless. Zhang Ziwen's methods were remarkably swift. The woman in black was lucky; she didn't have to endure the excruciating pain of a broken wrist. She

should be grateful for Zhang Ziwen's cruelty.

Zhang Ziwen wiped the cold sweat from his forehead. It was a close call, the most dangerous incident he'd ever undertaken. His

body felt weak again. He had to thank An Yun for her fearless, indignant cursing. Her irrational rant

not only saved her but also gave Zhang Ziwen a way to deal with the woman in black. Survival in a desperate

situation requires fearlessness. An Yun's anger brought her luck; the gun pressed against her temple ultimately didn't fire, but...

The gun was pointed at Zhang Ziwen, who used his own body to draw the gun to himself. He was aiming for the moment

the woman raised her hand, provided An Yun was lucky enough. She was lucky; the gun didn't go off.

Zhang Ziwen had at least two heart-stopping moments because he saw the woman in black's finger trembling and

tightening on the trigger. An Yun had at least narrowly escaped death several times.

The stubborn girl… Zhang Ziwen looked at An Yun; she was still in a daze. Was she alright? The fearless woman was now

somewhat frightened. Her face was pale, her delicate body trembled slightly, and she felt lightheaded, about to lose her balance.

Zhang Ziwen leaned forward, gently pulling her into his arms. His murderous hand caressed her beautiful

hair ; when killing, this hand was ruthless, but with a beautiful woman, it was absolutely gentle. An Yun, nestled in his arms,

gradually calmed down under his soothing touch. Her soft body stopped trembling, and the masculine

scent gave her a warm and reassuring feeling. She somewhat liked his scent—safe, reliable…

Wait, how did I end up in his arms? An Yun, lost in her intoxication, regained her senses. She recalled the look in his

eyes when he abandoned her. Bastard, heartless bastard! His gaze had deeply pierced her; her heart was wounded.

A surge of resentment welled up within her. She moved—her body moved, her head moved, her lips moved. She wanted

revenge for his ruthlessness.

Pain, damn it, it hurt! Just as Zhang Ziwen was reveling in the softness and intoxicating fragrance of her body,

he felt a searing pain in his forearm. Damn it, is this girl a dog?

"Are you crazy? Let go, or I'll slap you!" Zhang Ziwen groaned in pain.

"...Bastard...I won't...let go." An Yun, biting hard, made muffled sounds.

"Let go already, there are still two bandits to deal with, hurry up and let go." Zhang Ziwen was furious; this girl was completely

inexplicable .

The enraged An Yun was at least somewhat sensible; she finally bit down hard before letting go. She had an urge to tear a piece of his flesh

off . Damn bastard! Zhang Ziwen felt a sudden relief in his arm. Damn it. This girl was ruthless. He

saw the bloodstains on his clothes; it was from where she had bitten him hard. With Zhang Ziwen's skills, it wouldn't be

easy for him to get injured. He could have easily taken care of all the enemies on the plane without a scratch. Now he was injured

, and it was from internal strife—the beautiful woman who had fought alongside him was injured.

Zhang Ziwen was extremely frustrated. Just hugging her for a moment, showing some tenderness, and it had come at such a high price. He didn't

understand. Hugging her, comforting her—was he wrong? Is this the gratitude I deserve? I saved her life, after

all ! This was the second time I'd saved her, so why? Why is she

treating me like this? Zhang Ziwen's expression was one of utter bitterness.

"Zhang, don't think you're innocent! Who told you to abandon me? You didn't want me to live anyway. You

've already decided to abandon me. Even if you save me now, it won't make up for it, you bastard!" An Yun was extremely

intelligent. She could see what Zhang Ziwen was thinking with that bitter expression. She wasn't afraid of death; it wasn't that she wasn't grateful to Zhang Ziwen, but

she couldn't bear being so heartlessly abandoned. When the crisis occurred, his eyes were resolute, leaving no

room for negotiation. Her heart was bleeding then. An Yun already had a deep-seated resentment—her sister had been abandoned, and now it was her. Her

life was of no concern to Zhang Ziwen. Biting him was the least of her worries; her hatred for him

intensified the moment he abandoned her.

Zhang Ziwen was speechless for a moment, listening to her unreasonable words. He was too lazy to argue; he

had already experienced An Yun's irrationality quite a bit, and he seemed to have gotten used to it. This injury was essentially pointless; thankfully, it was only inches away from

where , but his arm bore the marks of two women, marks that would never heal.

Zhang Ziwen ignored her; he needed to deal with the last two bandits in the cockpit. He put his hood back on and, as

he lifted the curtain, cheers erupted behind him, though not as boisterous as before, and the sound wasn't too loud—

a suppressed joy. These hostages didn't know if new dangers would arise, but their temporary safety was

enough to make them happy for a while…

First class was quiet; the hostages were all obedient, no one making a move despite the commotion in economy class. Seeing

the masked Zhang Ziwen walking down the aisle, they shrank even lower in fear, but they couldn't understand what the cheers in economy class

were about .

Zhang Ziwen was quite pleased with his handiwork; the two corpses had faithfully performed their duty. Suddenly, the plane experienced a

violent turbulence, and Zhang Ziwen lost his balance. He quickly grabbed the headrest, and at the same time, he felt his

clothes being pulled tightly. Without turning around, Zhang Ziwen knew it was An Yun. He had smelled

the incense she had carried when he entered the partition; he knew she had followed him, but he simply didn't want to acknowledge her.

The turbulence quickly subsided, apparently due to air currents. Zhang Ziwen reached behind him and brushed the small hand away,

not even glancing at An Yun, and continued walking towards the cabin door, wondering what would happen in the cockpit.

An Yun was annoyed by his indifference, pouting and muttering, "So what? You stinky guy,

what's with the attitude?"

The corpses at the cabin door had already fallen to the ground due to the violent turbulence. The timing was perfect; Zhang Ziwen felt

incredibly lucky. If he had encountered air currents while doing it in economy class, they would likely be smashed to pieces by now.

Zhang Ziwen reached the hatch and instinctively pressed his ear against it. The door was sealed, so he couldn't hear

anything . Similarly, even if it was a huge commotion in first class, no one inside would hear a thing...

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