The aircraft initiated its movement, the colossal fuselage beginning to veer, entering the runway. The airport's alarm finally resounded comprehensively. Airport security personnel forced open the internally locked door, surging forth from various passageways.
"This is Shanghai International Airport control tower, requesting Flight 753 halt takeoff!" Communication proved utterly ineffective; the opposing party seemed to have disabled communications or simply disregarded the warning.
"I should remind you of what you are doing. You have hijacked a Japanese charter flight; this is an exceedingly perilous act," the captain stated gravely in Japanese.
"Precisely because it is a Japanese aircraft, I hijacked it. You merely need to pilot us to Korea for descent. I will not inflict harm upon you casually," 13 replied in Japanese, his left hand resting on the captain's carotid artery.
"We cannot take off, look ahead!" the co-pilot pointed out the window, his visage tense.
A substantial contingent of armed police initiated interception; armored vehicles had even deployed onto the runway. When recollections surfaced of where this individual had been seen before, 13's terror absolutely warranted such treatment.
"It is inconsequential, continue flying," 13 glanced casually.
"Are you jesting? We will collide!" the captain exclaimed. Based on his experienced judgment, the person before him was fundamentally a lunatic ignorant of flight. "I will not fly! If you want to fly, you do it!"
As the aircraft commenced its taxi, Sun Hui had swiftly secured the cabin door. Gazing at the over thirty passengers with raised hands, Sun Hui could only lament helplessly. Reflecting carefully, she was currently aiding a hijacker, while her identity was explicitly that of this flight's attendant. She genuinely didn't know how to explain this aftermath; likely, she would be China's first flight attendant colluding with hijackers. The headlines of various newspapers would undoubtedly proclaim "Aviation Disgrace – Sun Hui". Yet, he had, in any case, saved her. Were it not for him, her first time would have been forfeited to that lewd old man on the floor.
Sun Hui strove to assuage her own psyche. After all, few individuals in the entire nation, or even the world, would undergo such an ordeal.
While meticulously scrutinizing the crowd's movements, she failed to notice the old man on the floor; his finger twitched.
"Allow me." 13 directed the captain away from the seat, taking control himself. He adroitly manipulated the various instruments, his speed so rapid it was as if the aircraft were an extension of his own body, intimately acquainted. Just as the co-pilot was astonished, the captain stealthily retreated, quietly retrieving a fire extinguisher from the cabinet.
"Flight 753, be advised, the runway you are proceeding on has been blockaded!" The control tower's reminder of 13's futile actions echoed.
"You people are quite bothersome!" 13 responded to the communication for the first time. He pulled the control yoke with full force! All steps completed.
The eyes of the intercepting personnel outside nearly popped out. The aircraft showed no signs of stopping, heading directly towards the convoy. Everyone scrambled off the runway. Yet, the aircraft, as if by a miracle, pitched its front wheels upwards, rolled half a circle over the armored vehicle, its fuselage shuddering violently, but precariously yet safely achieved liftoff. 13's calculations were precise down to the centimeter.
The captain had no time for astoundment, brandishing the fire extinguisher aloft, aiming for the back of 13's head. Before it reached the target, the sole of a foot passed through the interstice of his hands, accurately imprinting upon the captain's aghast face. A seemingly weak kick, yet it sent the captain somersaulting backward, collapsing inert.
The co-pilot stared vacantly at the slight young man before him, fundamentally unable to comprehend his vector of assault – a seated high leg kick striking a target behind him. Such bodily suppleness was unattainable even for the most elite gymnasts.
"Can you pilot?" 13 looked towards the co-pilot's vacant expression.
The co-pilot nodded involuntarily.
"Excellent, you will pilot the aircraft now." 13 vacated the seat. "I do not wish to witness any further imbecilic actions, or I will resort to killing."
A few words, yet conveying a brutal message; the co-pilot absolutely believed he was capable! He flusteredly rose and occupied the captain's seat. It was evident he was a novice, new to the profession. 13 was content with his performance. Hauling the captain from the floor, he exited the cockpit.
Passing through the crew rest area, the corner of 13's eye twitched.
Within the main cabin, Sun Hui was held securely in the old man's embrace, her mouth sealed with transparent tape. Every individual held something sharp – cutlery knives.
Footsteps drew nearer. The hearts of the several large men ambushing by the door pounded frantically. They waited only for 13 to emerge, then to kill him. It was truly shameful; over three hundred people held hostage by a single unarmed youth. If word got out, Great Japan's reputation would be utterly disgraced. After regaining consciousness, the old man had swiftly subdued Sun Hui, rallied the flight attendants from the rest area and all the passengers. They collectively resolved to eliminate the abomination who had punched through a wall with one fist. Within everyone's mind lingered a latent notion: "No matter how formidable, he is still just one person."
It was precisely this common sense that led to the demise of many who needn't have perished so swiftly.
The doorknob began to turn. The old man stood at the very back, excitedly licking the tears from Sun Hui's face in his embrace. The tears were not shed for herself, but out of apprehension for this unfamiliar man.
"Watch closely, that monster is about to die," the old man whispered.
The door was suddenly kicked open with great force. One man crouching by the door was knocked unconscious before he could comprehend.
"Thinking of resisting?" 13 stood at the doorway, frigidly surveying every person. As if struck by a glacial gust, everyone trembled involuntarily for a moment.
"Don't fear him!" the old man shouted, suppressing the trepidation within his own heart. "He's alone! Let's attack together! No matter what kind of monster he is, he can't defeat all of us! Kill him!"
A cascade effect surged; everyone charged towards 13 frenziedly.
"Insignificant." 13 looked directly at the old man not far away. He kicked aloft the fire extinguisher prepared on the floor, striking squarely in the face of an oncoming man. During the brief moment it hung in the air, 13 crouched slightly, withdrawing two identical cutlery knives from behind his back.
His left hand swung high and cleaved downwards. The fire extinguisher, having just rebounded before him, was split in two at the waist. The dispersing white powder formed a dense white fog, obstructing vision; everyone descended into disarray. One of humanity's vulnerabilities: panic ensues when the enemy cannot be seen. 13 held his breath and took a step.
A man searching within the dense fog suddenly saw 13 before him. Just as he intended to shout, he abruptly found himself voiceless. In the instant the cutlery knife flashed, it severed his throat and carotid artery. Blood jetted towards the sky, dyeing the white fog a different color.
13 moved back and forth. Every person he passed had their throat accurately slit, denied even the chance to cry out, let alone offer any resistance. Rivulets of blood continuously streamed from the fog. Those who retreated promptly, cowering at the rear, witnessed a gruesome spectacle. The efficient air conditioning system of the 747 swiftly dissipated the dense fog. A figure slowly materialized. Only a single, entirely ensanguined figure remained standing.
Bodies were strewn across the floor, piled in various postures. The walls, ceiling, and floor were all drenched in viscous blood. Blood dripped incessantly from the cutlery knives in the figure's hands, as if he were a fiend emerged from the inferno. Everyone's thoughts neared the verge of collapse; they finally recognized the nature of the person they had resisted.
"I stated that erratic movement would face retribution." The blood-soaked figure took another step.
"Ah!" Everyone shrieked, discarded the weapons in their hands, scrambled back to their assigned seats, fastened their seatbelts, tremulously raised their hands, and closed their eyes, imploring divine deliverance.
In the vast cabin, only the old man remained, clutching Sun Hui, backed against the wall, trembling. The knife in his hand was pressed against Sun Hui's alabaster neck. Excessive agitation prevented the old man from controlling the force; blood slowly trickled out. Sun Hui merely stared vacantly at the approaching blood-soaked figure. In his eyes, there wasn't a trace of pity. Even after slaughtering over one hundred people, his hands did not tremble; even his breathing remained unperturbed. The hero of her dreams was not like this. He should care for the world, rescuing all those in need of help. But now, his entire body was drenched in blood; even a small cutlery knife became an instrument of slaughter in his hands.
"Don't come any closer! I'll kill her!" the old man bellowed.
"As you wish." 13 continued to advance.
"Didn't you save her before?" the old man asked bewilderedly.
"Did I? I don't recall." 13 pondered for a moment.
"I said don't come closer!" the old man maniacally raised the knife, stabbing towards Sun Hui's neck.
It was enough. Sun Hui sealed her eyes, genuinely wishing everything were merely a dream; her mind was just a blank crimson void.
The familiar gush of blood did not occur, yet Sun Hui distinctly felt liquid coursing down her neck. Glancing back, the hand with which the old man held the knife was pinned firmly to the wall by a cutlery knife. It was his blood that had splattered onto her.
"I dislike being threatened." 13 walked up to the old man; the cutlery knife in his left hand was gone.
"Nor do I appreciate those who exploit women." Raising his right hand, before Sun Hui's eyes, he plunged it into the old man's heart, effortlessly slicing the knife out between the ribs. Blood spattered onto Sun Hui's face. Sun Hui crumpled helplessly to the floor. 13 had saved her once more, but Sun Hui wished more strongly that she had been slain, so at least the heroic dream in her heart would not be shattered.
At this point, only 137 individuals remained on the entire aircraft.