Chen Guanyun fired his weapon.
Song Guanchao was still a step too late.
This shot, like the one before, struck the co-pilot in the right chest, who clutched his chest, his complexion deathly pale.
The Dull Blade in Song Guanchao’s hand was, at this moment, sharper than any weapon, easily slicing through Chen Guanyun’s wrist skin and muscle, piercing through.
A scream rang out, and the handgun dropped to the floor.
Song Guanchao turned and threw a punch aimed at Yao Jinsheng’s mouth and nose.
Amidst the crunching sound, Yao Jinsheng’s nasal bone broke, his nosebleed trailing down as he clutched his face, howling in pain as he stumbled backward.
Song Guanchao did not stop his attack, moving forward to grab Yao Jinsheng’s hair, ramming his knee into his face, rendering him unconscious with two strikes.
One in each hand, he dragged the two out of the cockpit and looked up, saying, "Secretary Sun, come here."
Secretary Sun approached with trembling legs and, seeing one man unconscious and another clutching his wrist and wailing, asked, "What, what do you need me to do?"
"Get some rope, tie them up."
"I, I... where’s the rope? Does the airplane have any rope?"
Song Guanchao frowned, disappointed by Secretary Sun’s uselessness.
With the men already subdued, he was still fussing about the rope.
If there’s no rope, use their clothes!
He grabbed Chen Guanyun’s arm, pulled out the steak knife, and tossed it aside, then lifted his foot and delivered two kicks to the shinbones.
Two cracks were heard, and both shins broke under the force of the kicks.
Breaking the shins wasn’t enough; he then grabbed Chen Guanyun’s intact left hand and forcefully broke it.
The scene was too brutal, and Secretary Sun could hardly bear to watch.
Even the leaders watching through the screen from the city and province felt distressed.
After breaking Chen Guanyun’s limbs, Song Guanchao approached Yao Jinsheng and stomped on his hands and feet until all were broken.
Throughout this act, he remained entirely calm, as if he were handling two dead dogs.
Then he turned back to the cabin, glanced briefly at the two shot pilots, picked up the handgun, and came out of the cabin.
In his hands, the handgun was disassembled at a dazzling speed into its component parts.
After completing these tasks, Song Guanchao spoke coldly, "They’ve now lost the ability to move. From now until the plane lands, I need you to watch them. Secretary Sun, can you manage that?"
"I can, I can!" Secretary Sun was extremely frightened.
This was the first time he had seen Song Guanchao be so ruthless.
Compared to the time Song Guanchao hit him, that was child’s play.
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Human arms and legs, such sturdy bones, proved as fragile as twigs before him — snapping with a single stomp.
"Good, watch them closely."
Song Guanchao turned around and was about to enter the cockpit but then stopped.
He glanced over at Lu Xiaotian’s henchman, who was handcuffed.
The underling trembled with fear under his gaze.
Song Guanchao approached and the henchman hastily said, "Don’t hit me, I didn’t do anything!"
Song Guanchao didn’t waste words, grabbed his hair, and delivered a karate chop to the back of his neck.
Secretary Sun swallowed nervously, "Why are you attacking him?"
"He’s a criminal. In the current situation, I lack help. If he creates chaos and commits crimes, can you subdue him?"
"I..." Secretary Sun shamefully admitted, "I cannot."
"So, the simplest solution is to knock him out."
Having done this, Song Guanchao said to the flight attendant, "Ask if there are any medical personnel on board. The pilots need to stop the bleeding and be bandaged up."
The flight attendant immediately made an announcement over the intercom.
Song Guanchao had already entered the cockpit, followed by Lin Wanqiu who was filming.
Fu Ying also wanted to go in but was aware that her presence would only cause more chaos at this point, so she had to contain her worry and together with the flight attendant, look for something to use as bindings.
In the meeting room, at this moment, there was a chorus of heavy breathing.
The events that unfolded in those short few seconds left them feeling incredibly surreal.
It was as if they were meeting Song Guanchao for the first time.
First came the door smash—in a situation where the adversary was still clutching a gun—he charged forward decisively, his movements as precise as a scalpel, piercing through Chen Guanyun’s wrist.
Then there was the brutally violent method they witnessed, which made them feel physically sick.
Zheng Bihui felt it most acutely.
He suddenly realized that in the past, Song Guanchao had truly been holding back with him.
The small hand that Chu Xiao’e had placed on her leg was clenched tight, her calm face a mask for her anxiety.
Both pilots had been shot, and now there was no one able to fly the plane.
It seemed like the danger had been removed, but in reality, the greatest danger was just beginning.
What were they to do next?
Qu Xiangru’s expression was indifferent, a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes.
Secretary Song always managed to do something unexpected.
Song Guanchao had carried both pilots from their seats and laid them down on the floor of the business class cabin.
They were lucky; there were medical personnel on the plane.
But they were nurses, not doctors. However, that was enough.
They administered basic first aid to the two men and determined after an examination that the bullets hadn’t damaged their internal organs and they were not bleeding excessively. Their lives weren’t in immediate danger.
This was a blessing in misfortune.
Song Guanchao also let out a sigh of relief.
If these two really had life-threatening issues, even doing the right thing from a moral standpoint, he would still feel guilty.
He picked up his cellphone and went back to the cockpit, sitting down in the captain’s seat under Lin Wanqiu’s astonished gaze.
He glanced at the plane’s complicated dashboard, then suddenly said, "Miss Lin."
Song Guanchao turned to look at her and asked, "The pilots have been shot, and the plane may not be able to land safely. According to aviation accident statistics, if a plane crashes, the fatality rate is as high as 99%."
Lin Wanqiu frowned, "What are you trying to say?"
Song Guanchao replied, "I’m asking if you’re scared."
Lin Wanqiu pursed her lips, not immediately responding.
Of course, she was scared.
But she could feel that at this moment, Song Guanchao was seeking confidence from her.
She mustered courage and said, "Not scared!"
Song Guanchao nodded slightly, then smiled and said, "But I am."
"..." Lin Wanqiu almost couldn’t help but curse.
He wasn’t looking for reassurance from her; he was plainly teasing her!
Amid her irritation, she found it somewhat funny.
Even at a time , he still had the mood for jokes.
The provincial and municipal leaders were also somewhat speechless.
Are you freaking kidding me?
Wu Qiangwei’s face was grim.
This bastard, even while handling a crisis, didn’t forget to flirt.
Song Guanchao grabbed his phone, which had an unread text message from Secretary Gao.
The message contained a name and a mobile number.
The person’s name was Wu Jianwei, who had flown fighters in his early years and was one of the first batch of commercial airline pilots after transitioning to civil aviation when private airports were established. Now retired, he was employed by Yanjing International Airport as a training coach.
Song Guanchao had previously spoken with Secretary Gao on the phone, and to pacify him, had asked him to get in touch with this expert.
Even with pilots incapacitated by gunshot wounds and unable to fly, under the guidance of such a professional from a distance, they could stabilize the plane.
He dialed the number and the other party answered promptly, "Hello, I’m Wu Jianwei."
"Mr. Wu, it’s me, Song Guanchao."
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