Master Blair's Fiery Pursuit

“Frck!”

Mable looked at the hijackers with hoods and guns rushing into the first-class cabin. She could not hold back and cursed.

She was already upset to meet Blair, the scum, and now, she was facing a hijack.

Mable was extremely unhappy at this moment.

She wanted to hit someone!

Her wrist was suddenly held by a slightly cold hand.

Mable looked down and met Blair's firm gaze. “Don’t be scared!”

She sneered and shook off his hand. “It's them who should be scared.” There were three other passengers in the first-class cabin apart from Mable, Rahman, and Blair. The two armed hijackers escorted them to the middle of the cabin, and the crew all squatted on the ground with their hands on their heads.

Mable carefully looked around. There were a total of six hijackers, all of them equipped with guns. One of them also had a smoke bomb hanging from his waist.

The leader of the hijackers took one of his men to the cockpit while the remaining four hijackers guarded the hostages in the cabin.

Mable observed the position of the hijackers and was planning how to settle the six of them when her wrist was suddenly grabbed again. “Don’t mess around!”

Blair pulled Mable behind himself to reduce her presence as much as possible.

Mable curled up her red lips and smiled faintly. “Are you afraid, Master Blair?"

Blair lowered his voice. “Listen to me. Now is not the time to be brave.” “Listen to you?

“No way!"

Mable glanced through the corners of her eyes at the hijackers nearest to them and suddenly shook off Blair's hand.

She raised her hand and slapped him in the face.

“Scum, how dare you still think about that b*tch at this time?! Don't you feel sorry for me?”

Blair froze and only felt that his face was on fire.

“How dare this damn woman hit me?!

“What are you doing?!"

The hijackers were attracted by the commotion between Mable and Blair. They walked over with their guns raised...

Mable pretended to cover her face and wail. When one of the hijackers was only a step away from her, she fiercely pounced on him.

The hijacker wanted to pull the trigger but found that the gun's safety catch was being held firmly by Mable.

Mable moved as fast as lightning and disarmed the hijacker’s gun in the blink of an eye. She also knocked him out with one slap.

In a split second, the other hijacker raised his gun and aimed it at her but was shot in the head before he could pull the trigger.

Mable glanced back at Blair, who was raising a gun. She whistled and praised him, “Good shot!”

In the next second, the two raised their guns simultaneously and aimed at the hijackers behind each other.

Bang!

Bang!

Two gunshots were heard, and not a single bullet missed its mark.

Two hijackers fell to the ground correspondingly.

Without a moment's delay, Mable ran toward the cockpit amidst the screams of the passengers, with Blair and Rahman following closely behind.

Inside the cockpit, the co-pilot had been knocked unconscious, whereas the captain was wounded and covered in blood.

The hijacker leader pointed his gun at the bloodied captain and told him to change the course as they requested.

As soon as Mable rushed to the cockpit door, the cold muzzle of a gun pressed against her forehead.

"Don't move!”

The hijacker snatched the gun from Mable’s hand and aimed it at Blair and Rahman, who were running over from behind.

“Stand right there and throw the gun over, or I'll shoot her dead!” Blair's face instantly changed as he looked at Mable being pointed at by a gun. His heart clenched tightly.

Just as he was about to put down the gun, Mable suddenly clasped the hijacker's wrist like a ghost.

Blair seized the moment and raised his gun to shoot the hijacker in the temple.

Mable picked up the gun on the ground and rushed into the cockpit. Another gunshot sounded.

Blair's heart was at his throat. When he rushed in, he saw Mable standing in front of the dashboard unscathed, and at her feet was the hijacker leader.

Blair sighed with relief.

Mable helped the injured captain down from the pilot seat with a straight face. “The captain's wound needs immediate attention. Ask if there's a doctor on board.”

Blair called for the flight attendants to help carry the captain out. When he turned his head after, he saw Mable sitting in the pilot seat.

“Mable, you know how to fly a plane?” Blair stared at her blankly. Mable looked askance at him. "Of course!”

“Only, I used to fly fighter jets!’