socalfunplaces Chapter 137 Death Has Arrived
Chapter 137 Death Has Arrived
Chapter 137 Death Has Arrived
[Attention, host! The fourth mission world is about to begin. A 24-hour countdown has started. Please prepare!]
The next second, a cacophony of noise filled my ears.
Boarding announcements, children crying, the noise of suitcase wheels scraping the ground, and the smell of burning food wafting from the coffee shop.
John F. Kennedy International Airport, Terminal 4.
Chen Yuan suddenly opened his eyes and found himself sitting on a metal waiting chair, holding a boarding pass in his hand.
He glanced down at the sign: Volley Airways, Flight 180, destination: Paris Charles de Gaulle Airport.
At the same time, a flood of unfamiliar memories rushed into my mind like a burst dam.
FBI detective.
Cross-border escort missions.
Window seats in the back of the cabin.
Sealed files in a briefcase.
Chen Yuan rubbed his temples, trying to process the memory, and a playful smile appeared on his lips.
That's impressive, this time it's the world of Western cinema.
Just then, a noisy chattering came from across the street.
Chen Yuan looked up and saw a large group of young men and women pouring into the waiting area, carrying backpacks and dragging suitcases, like a flock of sparrows just released from their cages.
The school uniforms were printed with the words "Abraham Lincoln High School," and the teacher leading the group was struggling to count the number of students.
At the age of seventeen or eighteen, their energy was boundless and they had nowhere to release it.
Two boys were fighting, and a girl was taking a selfie with her phone.
Even more outrageous, the couple in the corner were already embracing and kissing each other without a care in the world, and the boy's hands were even wandering around the girl's waist.
Chen Yuan frowned, finding it a bit noisy.
But the next second, his brows furrowed even deeper.
The scene before us is a high school student tour group, about to board Wally Airlines Flight 180.
What's causing this strong sense of déjà vu?
"Walley Airways 180..."
Chen Yuan muttered the flight number on his boarding pass, his brain racing, trying to dig something out of the depths of his memory.
Before he could even sort out his thoughts, the boarding announcement came on.
"Walley Airlines Flight 180 to Paris Charles de Gaulle Airport is now boarding."
First-class passengers and passengers with mobility impairments are requested to board first...
Chen Yuan stood up and moved slowly with the flow of people.
After crossing the jet bridge and entering the cabin, I found my seat—28C, by the window.
He tucked his briefcase under the front seat and had just fastened his seatbelt when he was drawn to a commotion in the aisle.
It was that high school tour group.
They were frantically searching for seats, backpacks scattered everywhere, some standing up to retrieve items from the luggage compartment, and others shouting across three rows of seats.
The teacher leading the group looked exhausted, as if he were herding sheep.
Just as Chen Yuan was about to look away, a tall, thin boy suddenly stood up.
The boy's face turned deathly pale, as if he had seen a ghost.
He paused for a few seconds, then, as if driven by some force, rushed to an empty seat next to him and yanked open the seat cover.
"Snapped!"
The protective panel popped open, and the boy reached inside, felt around the edge a few times, and actually managed to unscrew a screw!
He stared at the screw in his palm, his whole body trembling.
He jumped up from his seat and shouted.
"This plane is going to explode!!!"
A sharp roar ripped through the cabin, like a bomb dropped into a calm lake.
Chen Yuan:
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well.
Isn't this the first Final Destination movie?!
Is this guy the main character?
I think his name is something like Alex?
This is quite an exciting start.
The cabin erupted in chaos.
"What the hell? An explosion?"
"Is this kid on drugs? What nonsense is he spouting!"
"Where are the flight attendants? Aren't they going to do anything about it?"
A balding middle-aged man muttered impatiently.
"What bad luck, running into a lunatic on a plane."
The cabin was in complete chaos.
No one took Alex's words seriously; some comforted him, others hugged him.
But Alex struggled like a madman, his face turning bright red.
"Let me go! The plane is going to explode! People will die!"
"Sir, please return to your seat immediately, otherwise we will have to ask you to disembark!"
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The flight attendants who rushed over upon hearing the news had darkened expressions.
"Okay! I'll play! I can play by myself!"
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Seeing that he was still talking nonsense, one of the high school students who was with him stood up, his face full of anger.
The two got into a conflict.
The scene became increasingly chaotic, and the captain arrived and led his men to remove Alex and the others from the cabin.
Those implicated included the boy who fought with Alex, the boy's girlfriend, a student who was late and couldn't get into his seat, and a teacher.
After they left, a male and a female student also left.
The remaining passengers in the cabin exchanged glances; some shook their heads, while others sneered.
"Kids these days will come up with all sorts of excuses to skip school."
"I think he's on drugs. I heard it's popular among high school students now."
"That's it? You expect them to keep America strong?"
A man in a suit and leather shoes in front of Chen Yuan turned around and smiled at his companion.
"Interesting. If the plane doesn't bomb, those kids will be in for a surprise."
His companions echoed his sentiments.
"That's right, their parents will beat them to death when they get back."
[World Quest Triggered.]
[World Mission: Survive for seven days while being hunted by Death.]
[Failure penalty: Death.]
Chen Yuan:
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Is death the punishment for failure? Isn't dying also death if you can't escape the Grim Reaper's pursuit?
This system is completely unnecessary and pointless.
He took a deep breath, unbuckled his seatbelt, and stood up.
The man sitting next to me was a burly guy wearing a tight vest, his exposed arms covered in tattoos, and a gold chain around his neck. He was clearly a typical redneck roughneck.
Seeing Chen Yuan stand up, he glanced at him sideways and a mocking smile appeared on his lips.
"Hey, you little yellow-skinned brat, you're not so scared you wet your pants too, are you? Going down to find those kids, are you?"
His voice was quite loud, and several passengers around him turned to look.
The burly man got even more excited, looking Chen Yuan up and down with the eyes of someone looking at a monkey trying to act like an adult.
"Tsk tsk tsk, even wearing a suit and tie, trying to look all serious. Too bad, a yellow-skinned person is still a yellow-skinned person, as cowardly as a mouse..."
Before he could finish speaking, a black ID card was shoved into his face.
The ID was almost touching his nose, the gold lettering on it gleaming under the cabin lights.
FBI.
The burly man's smile froze on his face.
He instinctively reached out to push aside the documents, but his hand was frozen in place by some force halfway through.
His gaze swept back and forth between the ID and Chen Yuan's face several times, and the fleshy parts of his face twitched visibly.
"...that..."
He opened his mouth, uttering a few indistinct syllables, and then, very sensibly and with an almost obedient speed, turned his head back, staring intently at the back of the seat in front of him, as if the Bible were engraved on it.
The flight attendant rushed over upon hearing the commotion, her professional smile appearing somewhat forced.
Today's flight was really weird. First, there was a crazy student, and now there's someone pulling out their ID.