Simulation Game: Crisis Management

Chapter 401 - 192: Hijacking? (3)

Frequent use of the restroom suggests the terrorist may need to avoid the sky marshal’s sight, set up a bomb, retrieve weapons, or leave a message for accomplices.

"Hey! What are you doing! Give it to me!"

"Why should I! This is my phone!"

The familiar scene unfolded as expected. As soon as the Middle East curly-haired man sat down, he discovered the freckled girl secretly taking photos, so he tried to snatch her phone.

At this point, the latter had not realized the seriousness of the situation and continued making faces wantonly, with a look of disdain and annoyance.

Curly Hair was instantly enraged and sprang up toward her.

"Ah! Help!"

Seeing the danger approaching, the freckled girl instinctively covered her eyes, screaming and dodging to the side.

But the imagined attack never came.

Slowly opening her eyes, she saw a sturdy bare forearm standing horizontally in front of her chest, muscles rugged and veins bulging, a rough and powerful hand gripping the outstretched arm of the Middle East curly-haired man like a pair of iron tongs, holding him in midair, unable to move an inch.

The freckled girl looked up to see a charming uncle in a light brown shirt, about fifty years old.

It was Gu Ji.

"Fuck! Who are you? Let go of me now!"

The Middle East curly-haired man couldn’t believe he was stopped midway, especially because the other party was much stronger. No matter how hard he struggled, he couldn’t break free.

As the passengers around watched, his face grew increasingly red, and finally, in a fit of rage, he swung a punch at Gu Ji.

No force from thighs and core abs.

No hip joint rotation.

This person has no fighting skills!

As the punch wind came, Gu Ji remained completely unfazed, suddenly grabbed the wrist with his left hand, stepped forward, twisted, and simultaneously pinched Curly Hair’s throat with his right hand, pushing hard backward. With a "crash," the Middle East curly-haired man was thrown to the ground, then his right knee pressed against the rib, hands twisting the right arm, locking him on the floor, the entire process smooth and fluid.

Police hold from the front technique: throat pinch and knee rib!

"Whoa!"

"Way to go, Uncle!"

"This guy is amazing!"

Under the cheers of the freckled girl, the passengers were in an uproar. Although they suspected Curly Hair was no match for Gu Ji, they didn’t expect him to be subdued on the ground with just one move.

The Middle East curly-haired man desperately resisted.

But under Gu Ji’s powerful restraint, everything was in vain. Before the sky marshal could act, he quickly used his free hand to search the opponent’s body, trying to find a bomb detonator, biochemical virus, or similar item.

Only something that could quickly kill everyone on the plane could intimidate the captain into abruptly changing course.

"Hey! AMAC Federal Sky Marshal! Stop what you’re doing now! Release him immediately!"

At this point, the balding policeman at the back of the cabin rushed over.

Upon hearing the warning, Gu Ji let go and shrugged, indicating that he was not a threat.

"Officer, I was just trying to stop his violent behavior. This person’s actions are suspicious. I suggest checking his identity information."

As he said this, his eyes quickly scanned the expressions of other passengers in the cabin.

Because the Middle East curly-haired man had no fighting skills and average psychological quality, if he were a terrorist, there was likely another accomplice or superior hidden in the shadows, waiting to act, preventing a hijacking failure.

After scanning around, he noticed the well-dressed businessman’s eyes shifting slightly.

Unexpectedly, the balding sky marshal instead questioned him, "I think you look very suspicious. Both of you, take out your IDs!"

Gu Ji didn’t care, of course.

Just taking out his passport from his pocket, a blonde stewardess hurried past him, whispering a few sentences into the sky marshal’s ear.

The balding sky marshal suddenly changed his complexion, not even having time to check the IDs, "Both of you return to your seats!"

Gu Ji raised an eyebrow and turned to look.

The captain, Betty, the blonde stewardess, and the balding sky marshal were all gathered in front of a man in a black shirt with gold-rimmed sunglasses, seemingly engaged in a very serious conversation.

Just harassing the stewardess wouldn’t lead to this, right?

Could I have found the wrong person?

Gu Ji’s eyelid twitched; he bypassed the Middle East curly-haired man and walked briskly toward the man with sunglasses!