Return of the Soldier King

Chapter 001 The Hijacking

In a Boeing 747 flying over the Pacific Ocean.

"Dear passengers, we will be landing in Shanghai, the Pearl of the Orient, in two hours. We will now begin serving breakfast."

After the short broadcast, a beautiful airline stewardess in a blue uniform wheeled the dining cart out to distribute breakfast for the passengers.

"Sir, please wake up. It's time for breakfast."

A young man with a sleeping mask on was leaning against the window as he slept. The airline stewardess saw no response from him, so she continued pushing the dining cart forward.

Shortly thereafter, Ye Fei took off the sleeping mask and woke up.

He was wearing a plaid shirt and worn jeans. He looked plain, but his black eyes were particularly deep, like ancient wells.

"Sir, would you like noodles or rice?" The airline stewardess saw that Ye Fei had woken up and smiled politely.

"I want three knives." Ye Fei sat up and looked around, an invisible light flashing in his deep eyes.

"Excuse me sir, what was that?" asked the surprised stewardess, assuming she had misheard him.

"I said... I want three knives, please." Ye Fei said seriously.

"What's wrong with that guy?" said a nearby passenger as he cast a puzzled glance toward Ye Fei.

"Sure thing, Sir."

Facing such a strange problem, the airline stewardess could only smile awkwardly and hand three plastic knives over to Ye Fei.

"Thank you."

Ye Fei sat down. As he fondled the light plastic knives, he muttered to himself, "Unbelievable... Today is not my lucky day."

Bang!

A gunshot.

In front of the seats, two men with guns in their hands stood up, shouting, "This is a hijacking, don't move!"

"Ahhhh!" People began screaming hysterically.

Bang bang!

A tall man shot the two air marshals who had rushed over and barked, "Everyone shut the fuck up! Anyone who makes a sound will end up the same as them!"

In an instant, the cabin became silent. No one dared say a word. After all, it was clear that guy meant business.

A man with glasses walked out from the cockpit, holding a gun. There was blood on his body and his eyes were bloodshot; he came off as psycopath, "The pilot has been taken care of. Watch the passengers. Don't fuck up."

"Okay, Boss." The other two hijackers nodded.

"Ladies and gentlemen, I would like to welcome you aboard this flight. Unfortunately, I have bad news. This plane is being redirected to Burma, and you are now my hostages. Your lives are under my control. You may have noticed we have no problem shooting holes in this flying bucket. While a few holes can be taken care of by the pressurized system onboard, a few more and I'm afraid this whole show may come to a tragic end."

The man with glasses then bowed formally. His tone sounded as if he was giving a speech on a stage. There was a neurotic smile on his face. "Now, I want you all to be absolutely quiet; or it will be the last sound you ever make."

Wah! Wah!

As soon as the man with glasses finished speaking, the sound of a baby's cry filled the cabin.

One of the passengers, a beautiful young woman, was holding a little baby.

The man with glasses sullenly walked over and snatched the baby from her.