Chapter 816: Game Over, Plane Landing
Captain Tom’s voice continued.
“Now, let me talk about the arrangements after this game ends.”
“For those of you who survived this game, your hands are stained with blood.”
“You sacrificed others’ lives for your own survival—this is what they call ‘if a man doesn’t look out for himself, heaven and earth will destroy him.’”
“Of course, because of that, you survived. Those who made it through don’t need to worry about being arrested by the police for killing someone on the plane once you get off. You won’t face legal consequences. Rest assured, we’ll clean things up thoroughly. Just treat everything that happened on the plane as a nightmare—when you wake up, you’ll realize it was all fake.”
“So, after you get off the plane, you’ll be free, ordinary people. Please forget everything that happened on the aircraft.”
“However, there’s a slight change to the journey’s destination. Originally, this plane’s final stop was a city in Hua Country, but because of what happened on board, we obviously can’t go straight there. So, we’ll be landing on an island in the Pacific Ocean that has an airport. On that island, we’ve arranged for a ship to take you back to Hua Country.”
“Alright, the plane will land in two hours. Please calm your emotions and prepare yourselves.”
Captain Tom’s voice disappeared again. Inside first class.
Jiang Ran closed his eyes.
He didn’t know what he should do now—wait for the two armed flight attendants to shoot him dead with their guns, or catch them off guard, rush over, snatch one of their guns, and use it to take out the other attendant.
But this thought vanished almost instantly. It was completely impractical, because he had no idea how to use a gun.
What if he grabbed the gun but couldn’t fire it, turning it into nothing but a metal club?
And this wasn’t a computer game or a mobile game where you could shoot by clicking a mouse or tapping a touchscreen.
The first time you handle a real gun, with improper stance and no experience, there’s a high chance you’d injure yourself from the recoil.
“Sigh...”
“Forget it, forget it. Doing nothing suits me best. If there’s really danger, I’ll just hand it over to my alternate personality. And if they can’t handle it either, then goodbye to this world.”
He then waited to be hit by a bullet. He’d never experienced what it felt like to be shot before.
Online, people said that getting hit by a small-caliber bullet felt like being struck by a stone against your skin.
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Two hours later, the plane landed at an airport on an island in the Pacific Ocean.
After the plane came to a smooth stop, the passengers were escorted off by armed flight attendants wearing Tom and Jerry masks.
On a normal plane, first-class passengers would get off first, then business class, and finally economy class. That was the privilege of the first two cabins, and also because first class and business class were closer to the door.
But this time, the plane let economy class off first, followed by business class, and lastly first class.
Economy class had the most people getting off—a total of twenty. These twenty people included both men and women.
Men were the majority, women the minority. And among these men and women, there were no elderly or children—all were young and middle-aged adults.
These twenty people, judging by their mental state and the condition of their clothing, didn’t look good. Every one of them had blood on them, hair disheveled, clothes torn—as if they’d just been through a massive upheaval.
Their expressions varied, but none were pleasant. In particular, a few women were quietly sobbing with their heads down.
After economy class had all disembarked, it was business class’s turn. Compared to economy class, business class had pitifully few people—only six got off.
These six consisted of one woman and five men. The five men had blood splattered on their faces and bodies.
Strangely, all five men were wearing identical black suits.
They had sturdy, powerful builds, looking like bodyguards. As for the woman, she appeared to be in her early twenties. She was dressed very fashionably, covered in designer brands from head to toe. And besides that, she was spotless, nothing like the five men around her.
As she got off the plane, she was also flanked and escorted by the five men behind her.
Before stepping off, she emerged from the plane, stood on the metal staircase, and looked down at the twenty people from economy class who had already disembarked and were standing outside.
The woman’s face wore a cold expression.
She gave off a sense of keeping everyone at arm’s length.
After business class got off the plane, it was first class’s turn.
Of course, according to Captain Tom’s Black Passenger Plane game rules, the people in first class didn’t meet the required number, so they should all be dead.
Therefore, neither the business class nor economy class passengers paid any attention to the plane. Instead, they waited for the next step—to be arranged onto the ship and leave the island.
But among these twenty-six people, there were always some who kept their attention on the plane.
And so, a voice suddenly rang out from the twenty-six.
“Someone else is coming down!!!”
Instantly, at that shout, all twenty-six pairs of eyes swept toward that direction.
From the plane’s cabin door, a man in his twenties, quite handsome, first emerged. Behind him followed a beautiful woman also in her twenties, with blonde hair and long legs. After her came a plain-looking white young man.
The three of them squinted as they looked at the azure sky after exiting the cabin, as if they hadn’t seen it in a long time.
Once these three had their feet on solid ground, more people came out of the cabin. They were several flight attendants—the ones wearing Tom and Jerry masks with guns slung behind their backs—each dragging a man.
They completely ignored the dragged men, whose bodies banged and clattered as they were hauled down the stairs.
They brought these men down.
Once down, the four men were all unconscious, carelessly thrown onto the concrete ground.
Then, more armed flight attendants emerged from the cabin.
In total, there were now eight armed flight attendants.
“Are they the ones from first class?”
At that moment, a man in his forties from economy class pointed at the people who had come out of first class and asked a flight attendant.
This flight attendant didn’t answer. Instead, she reached into a hidden pocket on the side of her uniform waist and pulled out a phone.
After fiddling with it, she held the phone flat in her right hand, and then Captain Tom’s voice came from the device.
“Yes, these people are the ones from first class. Seven in total—three who are fine, and four who are unconscious.”
The middle-aged man hesitated for a few seconds, then asked again.
“Since they’re from first class, why are they still standing here safe and sound? Shouldn’t they be dead?”
Before Captain Tom could answer the question, another man from economy class guessed:
“I think they’re going to execute these seven people in front of us—kill them. Or maybe it wasn’t convenient to do it on the plane, so they’re waiting until after landing to finish them off!!!”
Hearing this, the middle-aged man who had asked earlier nodded in sudden understanding.
But who would have guessed that the next second, a burst of wildly hysterical laughter from Captain Tom came through the flight attendant’s phone.
The man frowned: “Is there something wrong with what I said?”
Captain Tom took several moments to rein in her laughter.
Once she stopped, she said: “Wrong! You guessed completely wrong!! Completely and utterly wrong!!!!”