Chapter 10: Sugoi!

In Morita's account, he mentioned multiple times that Mr. Kamikawa was the one who piloted the plane.

By now, anyone who isn't a fool can understand that NH137 survived the 'Eighty-One Tribulations' without perishing.

This is inextricably linked to Mr. Kamikawa, who piloted the plane.

It was Mr. Kamikawa's composure in the face of change and his superb piloting skills that saved NH137.

Regarding this.

Those present and those watching on television couldn't help but feel curious.

Curious about what kind of person this god-like Mr. Kamikawa was.

What he looked like, how tall he was, whether he was handsome, and so on.

After all, in everyone's eyes, NH137 wasn't hijacked, yet it was more like a hijacking.

A plane hijacked by the Grim Reaper.

And Mr. Kamikawa hijacked the plane right from the Grim Reaper's hands.

Inside the cabin of NH137.

Wang Zun covered his face with one hand, feeling quite helpless.

Mr. Morita, didn't I just tell you not to mention me at all? Why aren't you keeping your promise?

Not long ago, when Director Saito spoke over the loudspeaker, Wang Zun and the others found the cause of the mix-up.

To avoid danger to others and to prevent saying the wrong thing, Morita volunteered to clear up the mix-up, since in terms of identity, he was the most suitable person.

Before opening the cabin door, Wang Zun specifically told him.

Do not mention me under any circumstances.

At that time, Morita asked him why.

Wang Zun's reason was that if everyone knew he was the one piloting the plane, surely many people would seek him out, such as for media interviews and the like; all of that is too troublesome!

He does not like trouble.

Of course, there was another reason.

But Wang Zun did not say it.

That was because, as a transmigrator, he had not yet thoroughly figured out Mr. Kamikawa's identity, such as where he lived or what his parents did, and so on.

If the media asked, he would have to find excuses to deal with it; that would be too troublesome!

Outside the cabin door.

Perhaps sensing everyone's thoughts, Director Saito, who had been in a daze, his eyes darting, spoke at the appropriate moment.

"Morita, bring your people out. No one is to fire without my order!"

"Hai!"

"Hai!"

Morita nodded, turned around, and said a few words to Wang Zun and the others inside the cabin.

Then, he beckoned to Wang Zun.

"Mr. Kamikawa, come over quickly."

"Mr. Morita." Wang Zun rolled his eyes, his gaze resentful.

Seeing this, Morita laughed heartily: "Mr. Kamikawa, don't blame me for revealing you; I mainly feel that you shouldn't just be buried and overlooked, haha."

On the other side.

Outside the cabin of NH137.

Various media outlets had long since pointed their cameras at the cabin door.

Morita walked out.

Behind him, figure after figure emerged.

The co-pilot, the chief stewardess, the flight attendants, and the passengers walked out one after another.

Watching figures emerge from the cabin door, some male, some female, some tall, some short, some old, some young, some fat, some thin; it was a dazzling array.

In a short while.

All 231 people on the plane, including the deceased captain, came out.

Whether those present or those before the television, all widened their eyes to look.

Their eyes scanned back and forth among the crowd of 231 people.

"Where is he! Where is he! Which one is Mr. Kamikawa?"

"There are so many people; who is Mr. Kamikawa?"

"I want to see Mr. Kamikawa, get out of the way, don't push me."

Inside the airport, media reporters, medical personnel, police officers, and others were all on tiptoes, straining to look into the crowd.

Even the highly trained SAT personnel, who remained unmoved in the face of crisis and were equipped with top-tier gear, stood on the fuselage of NH137, one hand held horizontally before their brows, gazing down at the crowd below.

They were all searching.

Searching for which person was Mr. Kamikawa.

The information given by Morita was too little; just a name.

Trying to find someone from 231 people knowing only their name was too difficult.

Just at that moment.

Director Saito moved, taking steps toward the 231 people.

Immediately, cameras focused on Director Saito.

Others didn't know who Mr. Kamikawa was, but Director Saito, as the commander of this operation, certainly knew the information of everyone on the plane.

He knows who Mr. Kamikawa is!

In an instant, everyone's gaze converged on Director Saito.

On the other side.

Wang Zun, who had not left with Mori Takeshi and was mingling in the crowd, attempting to slip through unnoticed, twisted his neck and looked to the left.

Someone was walking toward his direction.

The approaching person wore a Japanese police officer's uniform and bore the insignia of a Senior Superintendent.

A Senior Superintendent; this was a higher-ranking police official than Mori Takeshi's title.

"Uh..." Wang Zun saw Director Saito approaching and his mouth twitched.

It seemed the trouble today could not be avoided.

Director Saito was not only walking in this direction; his gaze had fallen directly on Wang Zun.

He was clearly coming for Wang Zun.

Originally, Wang Zun had intended to lean on the crowd, to squeeze in.

But the surrounding passengers and flight attendants uncooperatively scattered.

They cleared an open space, isolating Wang Zun alone in the middle, making him very conspicuous.

Wang Zun looked at the passengers and flight attendants around him; they were winking at him.

Their meaning was self-evident.

Benefactor, this is all we can do; the rest is up to you.

Wang Zun's mouth twitched again.

The rest is up to you my ass.

Others also noticed the situation here and involuntarily tilted their heads.

????

A Gao Zhongsheng?

Watching Director Saito walk straight toward the Gao Zhongsheng.

An unexplained possibility arose in everyone's minds.

Could it be.

Impossible...

According to forum news, NH137 was hijacked, allegedly by a Gao Zhongsheng.

And now, while the NH137 hijacking was a false report, Director Saito was still walking toward the only Gao Zhongsheng among the 231 people.

Combining what Mori Takeshi had said.

It was not difficult to form an idea...

Everyone's breathing became rapid, their pupils contracted, they felt their blood accelerating, their hearts pounding uncontrollably, as if about to burst from their throats.

Click.

Shiny leather boots stepped on the ground, stopping before Wang Zun.

Director Saito still wore a poker face, but those familiar with him could see his eyes lacked their usual coldness, showing unmasked surprise and astonishment.

The atmosphere froze.

The surrounding clamor came to an abrupt halt.

Everyone's gaze fell on Wang Zun and Director Saito.

The scene was too bizarre.

Unprecedented.

One was a Gao Zhongsheng in an ordinary uniform; the other was a big-shot director of the Metropolitan Police Department.

The two, whether in age, status, or other aspects, were on completely different levels and should have had no intersection.

Yet now, the two were staring at each other.

Looking at one another.

It could be seen that the Gao Zhongsheng, being stared at by the big-shot of the Metropolitan Police Department, showed not the slightest fear or restraint.

Instead, Director Saito...

Did not have his usual poker-faced coldness; his expression was filled with shock, and his emotions seemed to be in great turmoil.

After standing stunned for more than three seconds,

Director Saito stopped standing still, slowly raised his hand, and shook hands with Wang Zun. His poker face, for the first time, showed an expression of admiration as he said:

"Kamikawa Mitsu, impressive."

Boom!

Like a pot of boiling water being overturned, steam rising everywhere.

At the airport and before televisions, the moment erupted into a frenzy.

Various confused exclamations and screams suddenly exploded, echoing inside and outside the airport and before televisions.

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