She held her breath. Xia Jinyuan, who was leaning on her back, had a cold gaze as he asked, “Where’s the wound? Cover it in a bandage to stop the bleeding.”
The most significant difference between being shot and being grazed was the scent of blood. Ye Jian lifted her arm, and she gently said: “It’s just a graze. There’s not much blood; just some skin got scraped off. I’ll get it bandaged after we get off the plane.”
After a while, she said: “Captain Xia, I’ll crawl over to hold Pabell back. You inform the flight crew to turn on the cabin lights and seize the opportunity to directly open fire, settling the situation as soon as possible to prevent trouble from undue delays.”
At the same time, she spoke, K7’s voice transmitted from Xia Jinyuan’s earpiece. It was consistent with what Ye Jian had said, settling it as soon as possible to prevent trouble from undue delays.
” Ye Jian will take action first, dragging Pabell to our side as a captive. All of you catch a breather.”
Xia Jinyuan’s voice could be heard in the Elite Platoon member’s earpieces. V8 turned his head and asked K7: “I suspect Ye Jian fired the first shot, what do you think?”
” It’s Q King’s little fox, a little fox who knows how to grasp the opportunity. It reasonable for her to open fire; she’s the closest to Syed Warakaf among everyone present. The person killed was not someone else; it’s the primary target, Cheti Vonokof. There is no need for you to doubt it. It’s specific.” K7 said coldly; there was no change in his tone; his speech was just longer than usual.
V8, who was familiar with his temperament, could tell his undisguised admiration for Ye Jian.
” It’s even more interesting to me. However, I have to admit that she’s calm.” Being by her side in the cabin until the very end, V8, who was responsible for being on guard, was even more curious towards Ye Jian. Seeing is believing, he must know for himself today.
V8 and T6 got to know what type of girl Ye Jian was. A girl who dared to directly face Al-Qaeda from the closest distance, with just her courage alone, was commendable.
The cabin lights got turned on. There were only six of the twenty Al-Qaeda members there, and they were holding submachine guns in their hands, thinking of resisting. But they heard the crisp voice of a girl sounding out, “Look who’s in my hands. It’s not too late to prepare to resist.”
Ye Jian was speaking in Mandarin while V8 was responsible for translating, stating clearly to the six remaining Al-Qaeda members.
“Even Syed Warakaf is finished. How long could all of you hold on?” Ye Jian spoke that sentence in English. It was said to Pabell, allowing her to understand that nothing ends well by going against the government.
Pabell had a twisted expression, her veil was stuffed into her mouth, and she was making muffled sounds in her throat.
Why are there government soldiers mixed on the plane? There were undoubtedly no problems when they checked earlier! Other than the few flight crew, there were no other members on the flight! Pabell looked at the countless Al-Qaeda members in gray robes lying on the ground; her eyes turned crimson.
What went wrong?
When the surrounded Al-Qaeda members saw the scene, there was a ferocious glint in their eyes, wanting to put up a desperate fight against Ye Jian. There was even someone cursing in Urdu.
Ye Jian directly pulled out the black veil from Pabell’s mouth, allowing her to speak personally.
“Kill all the children and me in the orphanage would be burnt to death!” Pabell, who could finally speak, gave a weird smile. She was unable to turn her head to look at Ye Jian standing behind her, instead, she shifted her gloomy sight to the back cabin. “Soon, international news would be published, letting the world know how powerful we are, letting the world know about the President’s incompetence!”
