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Grace still sat quietly, watching the gangster carefully.

The man walked up and down the business class with a gun in his hand, scanning everyone.

She heard a slight sobbing sound, as if someone couldn't hold on in this depressive and fearful environment.

Sure enough, the gangster walked over and pointed a gun at her.

"Shut up!" he yelled.

The sobbing sound disappeared immediately, but then a more tense atmosphere spread.

Grace and Morgan were sitting in the middle, and Grace, who was in the corridor, could see most of the gangster's movements.

But there are still certain blind spots.

The best situation is to subdue all the gangsters in the cockpit and this gangster at once, and quickly go to another cabin.

But in this way, casualties cannot be completely avoided.

It's terrible.

Grace frowned slightly, but she didn't feel much irritated in her heart.

Such a situation may be dangerous, but for her, she has encountered more critical situations.

The gangster in the cockpit came back, and the two of them talked together in a low voice.

It was Arabic, and Grace could only understand part of it.

She lifted her finger lightly to touch Morgan's arm.

The black detective turned his head slightly and looked at her calmly.

Grace gestured to him, exchanging the information she had heard.

"Terrorist." She said in a very small voice.

Grace concluded from their few words that they seemed to choose to hijack the plane in order to exchange someone with the government.

Mostly some leader-level figures.

According to Grace's many years of experience, it is impossible for the government to hand over such a person.

The people on their plane basically stepped into the coffin.

She is not ready to die here.

"ladies and gentlemen."

The gangster picked up the microphone for broadcasting and stood against the wall.

The passengers all looked over in horror.

"I'm sorry, your trip is coming to an end." There was no apology in this sentence.

"Until the government agrees to our request, we will kill one person every 15 minutes. Please be prepared."

As soon as the words fell, the entire cabin was in commotion, and real death was approaching them.

Grace swears that the person under the mask is laughing.

He seemed to relish people's fear.

A male passenger in business class finally gave up.

He begged the gangsters to let him go. His wife was just pregnant and he couldn't die. He could give them a lot of money, and he could raise it for them.

Both Grace and Morgan closed their eyes, knowing that this would backfire.

The gangster's gun was pointed at the male passenger's head.

"Then you will be the first..." The gangster's words were interrupted halfway.

"Wait." Morgan stood up from his seat.

The two gangsters looked over together, and one gangster's gun was already pointed at him.

"Let me be the first to die."

He looked calm, but Grace saw his fingertips trembling slightly.

"Aha! What a heroic act!" The gangster laughed, "But unfortunately, I decided who to kill first, not you."

"But if you are so urgent, I can rank you second." The gangster said kindly.

After speaking, he pointed his gun at the male passenger.

"Wait!" Morgan was a little anxious, and Grace saw that his head was sweating because of nervousness.

"...I'm the FBI." He said it anyway.

He knew that his actions could not improve the status quo, and even appeared reckless, but he could not accept that others just died in front of him.

Only one step at a time.

Moreover, assuming the gangster's attention is attracted to him, maybe it can buy some room for Grace to act.

I don't know what type she is.

Still too impulsive.

But there is no way out.

Two gangsters came over with guns and pulled Morgan out.

Grace looked terrified and pulled Morgan as if she couldn't control herself.

"Sit down!" The muzzle of the machine gun hit her chest.

She suddenly begged for mercy in fear, hugged her head, and shivered.

Seeing how timid she was, the gangster sneered and turned around, staring at Morgan who was being pressed down by his companion, not paying attention to the woman's next movements.

Grace fumbled for a dagger from the gangster's trousers side pocket.

It was so obvious that it was hard for her not to notice it.

She found that a passenger had noticed her behavior and was looking at her with tears in her eyes.

Most likely they also regarded her as an FBI agent.

Grace smiled slightly at the passenger and made a silent gesture.

Morgan was firmly held down and knelt on the ground, with the back of his head pressed against the cold muzzle of the gun.

"Then goodbye, Mr. FBI agent." The gangster didn't delay, and didn't even chatter much.

He was about to pull the trigger.

But there was no gunshot, and instead there was a soft puff, and a dagger appeared on the gangster's head in vain, and it was inserted straight into his face.

The other gangster was stunned for a moment, but the next second he reacted and prepared to pick up the machine gun and shoot, but it was already a step too late.

"All heads down!" was the roar of the black detective.

Morgan, who had exchanged signals with Grace, took the pistol/gun from the gangster who had fallen to the ground behind him, straightened up and shot the other gangster twice.

The gangster fell to the ground in response, and Grace had already run to his side and picked up the machine gun.

The business class and the economy class are just separated by a curtain, and the movement on one side is clear on the other.

"what happened?!"

A gangster ran over directly, but was shot down by Grace who was ambushing there.

She didn't forget to put two more shots in the head in case she missed the kill.

She carried the machine gun on her shoulder, grabbed the pistol/gun in the hands of the gangster, picked him up to block her face, and walked to the economy class.

Sure enough, the moment she entered the economy class, a bullet came towards her.

The gangster who was used by her as a meat shield suddenly had a few holes in his body, but he has already died, so there will be no pain.

Grace threw the man on the ground and glanced around, only one gangster was left.

She pressed the trigger towards the gangster, but she didn't expect that the first bullet was empty, which immediately gave the gangster an opportunity.

Grace gritted her teeth, knowing in her heart that she was going to take a bullet.

However, what I never expected was that the gangster suddenly bent his knees, as if he had been hit by something, and fell towards the ground.

Without hesitation, she rushed over quickly and hit the gangster straight in the face.

The gangster was dizzy for a while, and before he could react, he was kicked several times in the stomach, and he was about to vomit out stomach acid.

But he didn't give up yet, he hugged the woman in front of him, trying to catch her.

Unexpectedly, the next moment, the woman took out the knife on his trousers and stuck it into his thigh.

"Ah!" The gangster screamed.

He still fell to the ground.

Grace picked up the gun that fell on the ground, disassembled it cleanly, and threw it on the ground.

The gangster couldn't move anymore, and Grace seemed to have inserted/entered the thigh artery just now.

"Huh..." The woman breathed a sigh of relief.

"Thank you, like your friend, for carrying daggers in side pockets," Grace murmured.

She didn't expect that there were such vigilant people in this group, and the first round in the pistol was actually empty.

It was her mistake.

After a moment of silence, cheers broke out in the cabin.

Some people couldn't help crying, they really thought they were going to die on this plane today.

Morgan walked into the economy class and looked at the bodies of the two gangsters on the ground with a complicated expression.

Not to mention the aim of the dagger just now, Grace's vigilance and swiftness of action really made him... amazed.

He can't even do that.

No, he must not be able to do that.

"Good marksmanship." Grace praised him with a smile when she saw him approaching.

"No, no, I can't compare with you. Are you... a special soldier?" Morgan looked at her confusedly.

Grace nodded, there was nothing to hide, and said, "SEAL."

"This..." Morgan opened his mouth slightly, as if surprised, "Excellent."

"Then, Mr. FBI agent, you first find a way to comfort the passengers with the flight attendants, and I will deal with these."

She pointed to the bodies on the ground.

"... Trouble." Morgan hesitated for a moment, then nodded.

Morgan turned and left to find the flight attendant, and the smile on Grace's face suddenly faded a little.

She knew that if the last gangster hadn't been hit by something and fell down, she wouldn't have won so easily.

Even, maybe she has been shot dead by now.

Who and what did they do?

Grace squatted on the ground and looked at the ground where the criminal fell. The blood had already soaked the carpet, and it felt sticky to the touch.

She turned the body over, causing panic among the passengers sitting next to her.

"Don't be nervous, I'll take care of this right away." She reassured.

Grace groped under the corpse for a while, and she found something.

It was a small ball of paper already covered with blood.

Grace frowned slightly, unfolded it, and carefully identified it. It turned out to be a part of the magazine, which was torn and crumpled into a ball.

Can this kind of thing actually hurt people?

The seal immediately stood up and scanned the entire economy class.

They were all immersed in the joy of the rest of their lives after the catastrophe, and there seemed to be nothing unusual.

Grace noticed the man sitting in the corner.

He was wearing a simple and old-fashioned plaid shirt, with a pair of black-rimmed half-rimmed eyes on his face, and a shy and introverted smile, comforting the frightened old man.

He seems to be a very gentle person.

Under his shirt, he has a strong figure, and the outline of the clothes on his arms can be seen a little.

Grace knew that this could not be used as a criterion for suspicion. What if that person simply likes to exercise?

But she subconsciously thought that it was this person.

The man suddenly turned his head and looked over, but Grace had already withdrawn her gaze.

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