Chapter 9: May the Great Sun God Amaterasu Protect Us

A clear voice came through.

Instantly, Wang Zun froze, and Mori Takeshi and the others stood stunned.

????

Hijacking?

The passengers looked bewildered.

What's going on? What is this now?

Wasn't it a Gao Zhongsheng saving people? How did it become a hijacking...

Everyone couldn't help but look at Wang Zun.

A Gao Zhongsheng hijacking??

Outside the cabin of NH137.

Surrounded by a circle of police cars, over a hundred officers stood around, forming a wall around NH137.

Onboard, SAT personnel were fully equipped and ready to act.

The scale was massive; not even a person, let alone a fly, could escape.

Minister Saito held a megaphone, his voice ringing out clearly, attempting to persuade the hijackers to lay down their weapons.

As he finished speaking.

No sound came from NH137.

It seemed the hijackers had no intention of giving up.

Seeing this, Minister Saito frowned slightly, a sharp glint flashing in his eyes.

He beckoned the SAT team leader:

"Wait, I will try to persuade them once more. If the criminals still do not respond, you will storm in. Remember, do not harm any innocent personnel; you must subdue the criminals in the shortest and fastest time possible."

"Hai!"

The fully armed SAT team leader nodded, pressed the earpiece in his ear, and issued the command.

Immediately after.

Minister Saito raised the megaphone and said with a deep breath: "Those hijacking inside, listen. You are surrounded. You..."

Click!

The cabin door of NH137.

Suddenly opened.

A swishing sound continued as over a hundred officers present simultaneously disengaged their safety catches, raised their pistols, and aimed at the cabin door of NH137.

The entire process took less than a second.

Even the SAT personnel on NH137, ready to act at any moment, straightened their bodies, focused their attention, raised their guns, and their minds raced rapidly, thinking through every possible emergency situation to face next.

The media reporters watching the scene were equally tense.

"Quick, quick! Point the camera at the cabin door."

In front of the iron fence surrounding the airport, the onlookers held telescopes, instantly holding their breath and staring fixedly at the cabin door.

Not blinking an eye.

Afraid of missing any frame.

Time seemed to freeze and stop in that instant.

Everyone focused on the cabin door.

Not even a breath was drawn.

Inside and outside the airport, it was so quiet that even the dust in the air seemed audible.

The cabin door opened.

Someone walked out from it.

Instantly, everyone's expression tightened further, tense to the extreme, their eyes staring dead ahead.

"Don't shoot! It's me, I am Mori Takeshi, a Police Inspector from the Metropolitan Police Department. This is my ID."

Mori Takeshi was seen with both hands raised high, holding an ID card.

The ID was black, featuring a golden cherry blossom emblem.

"Quick, quick! Zoom in, aim at that ID."

A media voice spoke, very fast and urgent, eager to see the ID in Mori Takeshi's hand clearly.

If the person coming out was truly a Police Inspector.

The explosive nature of the news would rise another level.

Because the development of the hijacking incident would head in two directions with significant impact.

It would inevitably cause a shock to the Ribenzheng Prefecture, triggering a strong negative social reaction.

The first possibility.

On the hijacked NH137, there was actually a Police Inspector from the Metropolitan Police Department; one can imagine how fierce the criminals were, even capturing and subduing a Police Inspector.

At that time, the Metropolitan Police Department would be shamed.

Online and in reality, there would surely be various public opinions similar to "If they can't even handle one hijacker, how useless is the Metropolitan Police Department?"

The second possibility.

A Police Inspector walked out of the hijacked NH137, and moreover, was the first one to emerge.

Is it possible...

That this Police Inspector is the hijacker!

If this speculation were true, the result would not merely be shame, but a massive stain.

By then, the Metropolitan Police Department's public influence and social opinion would turn negative.

Whether it is the first scenario or the second, both are extremely unfavorable to the Metropolitan Police Department.

In response, every police officer present wore a gloomy expression.

The lens focused.

"It's the police badge, yes, that's a police ID!"

People watching on TV and those at the airport scene all saw clearly and confirmed the ID.

At that very moment.

Mori Takeshi stepped out with his hands raised high, shouting.

"Don't shoot, it's all a misunderstanding."

Having said this, he paused slightly, scanning the surroundings.

Surrounding him were numerous police cars, over a hundred police officers, and a vast gathering of media.

One could imagine.

How grave the situation had become.

Mori Takeshi gave a bitter smile in his heart; hesitation flashed deep in his eyes, finally turning to determination as he took a deep breath:

"NH137 was not hijacked; it was all a false report. Please listen to my explanation."

His voice was deep and full of vigor.

It echoed throughout the entire scene.

Immediately after, Mori Takeshi quickly recounted the sequence of events.

He specifically highlighted the error in entering the 7700 code.

Suddenly, after Minister Saito spoke through the loudspeaker for the first time.

Wang Zun and the others were first stunned and confused, then Co-pilot Nakano thought of something, ran back to the cockpit to check, and finally discovered the code on the transponder.

He had entered the wrong code himself.

And as Mori Takeshi mentioned the code entry error...

Minister Saito froze, his eyelids twitching wildly.

The police officers present nearly lost their grip on their pistols; some nearly slipped, pulled the trigger, and caused an accidental discharge.

In front of the television.

"Huh?" asked a bespectacled student holding a phone to watch the live broadcast.

Hearing Mori Takeshi's words, his glasses tilted slightly, nearly falling off, his gaze vacant.

"Pfft!" exclaimed someone drinking soda.

Upon hearing Mori Takeshi's words, he spat out a mouthful of soda, dumbfounded.

At the same time, everyone watching the live broadcast was shocked, their faces filled with dullness and strangeness.

In the sky.

Fujihiro Masaji and Shixi Ken were so startled by the truth that they nearly lost control of the plane, causing a crash.

A blunder!

A colossal blunder!

Those in front of the TV and those at the airport scene were all stunned by this unprecedented hijacking blunder.

Mori Takeshi's words explained the truth of the blunder.

A bird strike hit the plane, causing the captain's death and injuring the co-pilot's eyes, which led to the code entry error.

Suddenly!

Some observant people suddenly realized, finding the key point in Mori Takeshi's words.

Wait!

The captain died, and the co-pilot was injured.

Then who flew the plane?

At this moment, Mori Takeshi's voice came through.

"I guarantee with my character and swear by my police rank that everything I say is true.

Because I witnessed the entire event, from the plane's malfunction and takeoff, to watching Kamikawa Mitsu and Co-pilot Nakano pilot the plane..."

He told everyone that this code error would only be discovered now.

It was not due to their carelessness.

On the contrary, they never were careless; rather, it was because they were too focused on piloting the plane that they overlooked the transponder code entry error.

Because they encountered too many dangers.

These dangers, compared to the error in entering the transponder code, were like the difference between heaven and earth.

That is why, after entering the transponder code, they did not check if the code was entered correctly.

The crisis they encountered was simply too dangerous; they had no time to pay attention.

He recounted the entire sequence, from the captain's death, the plane losing control and taking off, to the landing drift.

And as the truth was revealed.

Minister Saito, who was always calm and composed with a stern face, was no longer cold; he was only speechless and vacant.

Not just him, but everyone present, whether from the SAT or the media.

All stood frozen in place.

Hearing the dangers NH137 had endured, their hearts pounded wildly with each peril, their throats felt as if a burning coal were lodged there, their whole bodies grew hot, and they were speechless.

For a person on an airplane, experiencing even one danger is considered rare.

But NH137 had endured far more than once; it was as if they had lived through every kind of air disaster.

"I... for NH137 to survive is truly the protection of Amaterasu Omikami!" a media person exclaimed, startled and about to curse, only to realize they didn't know what curse could describe their current feelings, so they swallowed it back.

"It's not just protection; it's clearly that they accumulated too much merit in a past life, and spent it all today."

"To survive even this..."

"The people of NH137 are too lucky; if they bet that luck on horse racing, wouldn't they win every time?" A gambler before the television, his eyes bloodshot, his heart and liver trembling, felt both shock and envy.

Since NH137's incident, less than an hour had passed.

Yet it had attracted the attention of tens of thousands.

At first, they had come to watch the spectacle.

However, after Mori Takeshi recounted everything NH137 had endured, they were no longer in the mood for mere spectacle; their minds were fully engaged, and every pair of eyes sparkled.

That was the light of shock and curiosity.

They were stunned that NH137 had survived such a great calamity.

And they were even more curious about Kamikawa Mitsu.

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