Chapter 6: Chapter Six: The Special Counter-Terrorism Unit Under the Japanese Police

The Japanese Air Self-Defense Force, Civil Aviation Authority, and other high-level officials were stunned by the hijacking by a high school student.

Major Japanese forums such as 2CH and mixi erupted in chaos.

Every major forum was flooded by a single piece of information.

Shocking! NH137 allegedly hijacked by a high school student.

Within just three to five minutes, thousands of comments flooded beneath the post.

Everyone who saw the forum post.

Those far from Narita Airport immediately picked up their phones to call friends and spread the news.

Those near Narita Airport immediately hopped in taxis or drove straight to Narita Airport.

Through an anonymous kind soul on the forum, it was revealed that the hijacked NH137 flight was returning to Narita Airport.

For the first time in history.

Narita Airport welcomed its highest-ever passenger volume!!

Outside the airport, as far as the eye could see, a sea of people stretched endlessly, thick and dense.

Some crowded at the airport entrance.

Others pressed against the fence lining the runway.

All held cameras, phones, and binoculars.

Meanwhile,

Inside the airport, beyond the runway.

Rows upon rows of police cars, ambulances, and fire trucks stood parked.

Police, paramedics, and firefighters stood in disciplined lines, ready for action.

“It’s really a hijacking—look at those people!” someone at the fence said, holding binoculars in one hand and pointing with the other.

Following his gaze,

The police in front of the patrol cars pulled out their handguns, solemn and still.

Beside them, three pitch-black armored vehicles were parked.

The rear doors opened, and a dozen men stepped out.

Each was fully armed, equipped from head to toe with top-tier gear, their aura chilling and commanding, drawing every eye.

“That’s SAT!!”

Someone recognized their identity.

SAT, full name Special Assault Team.

Also known as the Special Rapid Response Unit.

They are a special counter-terrorism unit under the Japanese police, commonly called SAT.

Their primary mission is to swiftly respond to and suppress hijackings, terrorism, and crimes involving heavy firepower.

SAT has arrived.

Confirmed.

The news that NH137 was hijacked is verified!

“Big story! Get photos of SAT, send them to the editor—we need exclusive footage for the paper.”

“It’s really a hijacking.”

“Hah! I’m filming this whole scene—Ma De, let’s see if those bastards still laugh at me for coming here for nothing.”

The shutter clicks of phones and cameras rang out in rapid succession.

Before the airport fence, the crowd roared like boiling water, deafening and chaotic.

Whether reporters or bystanders, all were electrified.

Japan isn’t America—hijackings don’t happen once every ten years.

Now that one has occurred, they were witnesses!

This was material to boast about over tea and dinner.

In an instant,

The onlookers weren’t just standing before the fence—they deliberately posed themselves alongside SAT for photos.

Or they pulled out their phones, opened LINE, and showed off to coworkers (classmates).

LINE, in Japan, was equivalent to QQ or WeChat in China.

Just as everyone was caught up in the excitement,

“The hijacking’s real—but could the high school student hijacker be real too…?”

Someone muttered it.

The roaring crowd

Fell instantly silent.

Everyone froze, snapped back to awareness, remembering the other detail in the hijacking message.

Right!

The hijacking was confirmed.

Then… the high school student hijacker might be real too!

The reporters’ faces flushed red, their shoulders trembling with excitement, eyes gleaming with brilliant light.

If it truly was a high school student who hijacked the plane,

This wouldn’t just be a big story.

It would be a monumental, world-shaking headline that would stun Japan—and the entire globe!

A thunderous roar rolled like spring lightning awakening the earth.

Everyone instinctively looked up.

Following the sound toward the sky.

Against the blue heavens, a bird-shaped shadow glided across the clouds, the sun reflecting off it, casting a colossal shadow on the ground.

They raised binoculars and cameras to capture it.

Shouts of shock and delight erupted across the entire airport fence.

“It’s NH137!”

“Here it comes! That’s NH137!”

“Look quick—there are fighter jets too!”

High above, NH137 soared like an eagle, wings outstretched.

On either side, two fighter jets circled in formation.

This scene would be unforgettable for life.

A civilian airliner, escorted by two of Japan’s most advanced fighter jets.

The spectacle was magnificent, deeply etched into every mind.

“All personnel to positions!” Inside the airport, SAT, police, medics, and others straightened their spines, the atmosphere solemn.

Inside the NH137 cockpit,

“Lower the landing gear.”

Wang Zun’s eyes were deep as he watched the runway approach, one hand gripping the control stick, the other resting on the thrust reverser.

Deputy Captain Nakano nodded and lowered the landing gear.

Shortly after,

With a muffled screech, the wheels touched down, sliding along the runway.

Throughout, even during landing, Wang Zun dared not relax, ready for any sudden emergency.

Perhaps fate answered his thoughts.

The heavy impact of touchdown further damaged the already weakened left wing, which finally snapped apart.

Skr!!

The high-speed wing detached, slamming into the ground, sending up sparks—blinding, brilliant.

The falling wing slid directly toward the landing gear.

Instantly, the plane, already unbalanced from the wing loss, tilted sharply, veering off course.

Passengers screamed as the sudden shift threw them against their seats, bodies lurching as if about to fly out.

“No!”

“Ahh!”

On the ground, whether onlookers, police, SAT, or medics—all paled.

Women covered their mouths in shrieks; men instinctively yelled in terror.

Everything happened too fast.

NH137 had landed—then disaster struck.

“Damn it!”

Wang Zun’s face darkened; he yanked his hand back from the thrust reverser and gripped the control stick again.

The NH137 now resembled a car that had lost control in a turn, ready to roll over at any moment.

If he couldn’t stabilize the plane,

The entire aircraft would flip, rolling uncontrollably along the runway.

The situation was critical, no less dangerous than when it was in the sky.

In the blink of an eye, Wang Zun swiftly opened the right wing flap and adjusted its swing arc.

Meanwhile.

Wang Zun’s gaze swept rapidly across the airport.

Got it!

“Deputy Captain Nakano, when I tell you to brake, you brake; when I tell you to release, you release—do you hear me?!”

With no time to spare, Wang Zun roared.

His words came out in a single breath.

“Yes, yes!” Startled by Wang Zun’s shout, the panicked Deputy Captain Nakano snapped back to attention and nodded frantically.

Wang Zun did not look at Nakano’s nod; after speaking, he grabbed the control stick and yanked it hard in one direction.

Hssst!!

Skrr!

Before the eyes of everyone at the airport, the plane about to roll over suddenly opened its wings and sharply turned its wheels, lurching violently to the side.

The speed was too great.

The plane shot off the runway in an instant and hurtled toward something not far ahead.

And directly ahead was the control tower!

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