mijobooks Chapter 1 Still 911
Chapter 1 Still 911
On his first day at work, Li Ang killed three people.
I was sitting on a Boeing 737 that was flying from Florida to New York.
Li Ang tore up the summons in his hand, crumpled it into a ball, and casually threw it on the small table.
He was struck by lightning and died. He had been in this parallel world of America, where superpowers exist, for several months.
With no identity and nowhere to go, he took a job with the highest mortality rate in the United States—police officer—in order to live a normal life.
He wanted both permanent residency and a green card, as well as the high salary to support his life in New York from scratch.
Because there was a severe shortage of police officers, after a month of intensive training, he was assigned to the Green Precinct in Brooklyn, New York.
On my first day on patrol, I encountered a bank robbery. When I arrived at the scene...
What they saw was a three-meter-tall red gorilla mutant, a group of people wearing clown masks, and hundreds of police officers engaged in a firefight.
In the final melee, seven police officers died and 15 robbers were killed.
The remaining rioters stole an empty school bus that had just dropped off the children and fled.
Although it was his first real combat experience, Li Ang, who was still quite green and inexperienced compared to the seasoned veterans who retreated at the first shot, managed to shoot and kill three thugs by sheer luck.
Instead of receiving any commendation, one of the thugs killed was sued by relatives in Florida.
He was accused of excessive use of force, and the other party demanded $300 million in compensation.
Although he won the case, it still cost him his entire weekend to fly and argue with that Mexican-American scoundrel lawyer.
.........
"Would you like a drink, sir?"
A flight attendant in United Airlines' classic blue uniform pushed a trolley closer and said...
"Cola is fine," Li Ang replied.
The flight attendant filled a paper cup with a cooler from the bottom of the trolley. As she handed it over, the plane suddenly shook, and the cup accidentally spilled onto Li Ang's pants.
The flight attendant immediately squatted down, pulled out a towel from the trolley, and wiped Li Ang's pants. After rubbing for a while, the stains on his pants had dried on the towel.
She stood up and apologized repeatedly. Li Ang waved his hand helplessly. The flight attendant apologized again, poured herself another glass of cola, and left.
Could a person be any more unlucky?
Bang bang bang.
Turn around and you'll see Li Ang behind him, at the entrance to the toilet at the rear of the cabin.
A burly, white-bearded man with tattoos on his face, carrying a red backpack and holding a Glock pistol high, shouted.
"Everyone, go back to your seats and turn off your phones. This flight is now mine."
At the same time, several white men with large beards stood up.
They naturally moved closer to the burly man, took out more pistols and magazines from their bags, and divided them among themselves.
It was immediately obvious that this was a premeditated operation.
There were four hijackers on the plane, with the white-bearded man being the leader.
He directed the two white-clad men to walk quickly across the aisle and head towards the driver's cab.
Meanwhile, the white-bearded man, holding a gun, strolled past the crowd from the rear of the plane with a white henchman behind him.
Enjoy watching the passengers' panicked expressions as they faced this dangerous situation.
Li Ang was cursing a million times in his mind, but he quietly took out his phone and checked the date without making a sound.
It was September 11, 2026.
I forgot to check the calendar on the plane.
Li Ang was initially puzzled as to why the Twin Towers were still standing when he transmigrated to New York. He was thinking of visiting the towers one weekend, but it turned out that they weren't standing because they were still standing, but because the construction had been postponed.
Sitting next to him, a middle-aged white man who was balding and had been quietly sleeping with his eyes closed since boarding the plane stood up.
He took out his police badge from his jacket pocket and spoke earnestly and solemnly.
"I am the head of the Gaelic State Security Office, a police inspector. I don't know your specific purpose, but please stop."
"If you're willing to stop now, I can guarantee you a reduced sentence in court, maybe you'll be out in a few years, maybe even parole. How about it?"
The burly white-bearded man laughed as he listened.
He only asked one question.
Do you have a gun?
The middle-aged white police chief was taken aback by the question and paused for a moment before answering.
"Of course not, my gun is still at home..."
boom.
The bullet struck the white chief between the eyebrows, the bullseye of a human-shaped target, showing that the white-bearded man was a trained fighter.
The bullet embedded itself in his forehead bone, but the kinetic energy it carried still penetrated his entire skull, and white and red blood splattered all over Li Ang's face next to him.
He silently wiped the blood from his face with his sleeve, furious at the old director's stupidity. "He dared to hijack a plane, yet he's afraid of going to jail? He really doesn't value his own life."
On the other side of the cabin, in front of...
When the two tattooed men ran over, the door was already locked, indicating that the captain and co-pilot in the cockpit had already seen the situation through the monitor.
Bang bang bang, they fired more than a dozen shots at the lock, and after a lot of effort, they finally opened the hatch.
As soon as the door opened, one of the white men raised his gun and shot the co-pilot dead.
Another hijacker went up and grabbed the captain, who was in the pilot's seat.
This veteran captain, who had one of the most extensive piloting experiences in the industry and could sit at the same table with the group's board of directors and chat and laugh at every annual meeting, felt the gun barrel pressed against the back of his head. Instantly, he peed on his bespoke captain's trousers.
The cockpit reeked of an old man's urine, and the veteran captain was too ashamed to look up.
With one hand holding a gun and the other pinching his nose, the robber used the butt of his pistol to smash the old pilot hard on the back of the head with disgust and anger.
Blood seeped from under the captain's uniform cap, and the veteran captain gritted his teeth in pain.
The robber pressed him down menacingly and said, "Do as I say."
.........
And outside the driver's cab.
At the same time, the captain's hoarse and indistinct voice came from the speakers above the passengers' seats.
"Ladies and gentlemen, this flight has been diverted and will land at the World Trade Center in New York in approximately 40 minutes."
He had barely finished speaking when someone else spoke—the other hijacker who had just killed the co-pilot.
With an excited and trembling voice, he shouted, "Welcome to New York!"
The speaker was disconnected, causing a stir among the crowd.
The burly white-bearded man said unhurriedly, "Did everyone hear that? Fasten your seatbelts, stow your tray tables, and wait quietly for the plane to reach its destination. If you're still alive by then, you can go wherever you want."
A woman with a large belly, clearly pregnant, suddenly broke free from her husband who had been holding her and stood up.
She cried out in a heart-wrenching sob.
"Why? Why are you doing this? You'll all die after the crash, what good will it do you?"
The white-bearded man pressed down on the fact that his henchman had already raised his gun and aimed it at the pregnant woman.
He replied, "It's simple, we ordinary people just want to be remembered."
Today, the monstrous buildings built by capitalists and sleazy bankers who have drained the wallets of the poor, the tallest buildings in New York, the world's number one city, will be destroyed by a few ordinary people like us, and our names will be on the news worldwide.
"But what's the point if you're all dead?"
"The greatest significance is that we have been remembered."
After saying that, he fired a shot.
The husband, who had failed to stop the pregnant woman earlier, was quick this time, stepping forward immediately upon seeing the white-bearded man's movements.
Unfortunately, the bullet pierced his heart.
The pregnant woman clutched the corpse that was about to collapse, and screamed in disbelief.
boom.
The next second, she was also shot dead by the white-bearded man.
This time, no one shielded her from the bullet; the bullet was aimed precisely and hit her in the head.
The burly white-bearded man carefully counted the remaining bullets; including the magazine in his bag, there were a total of 72 rounds left.
No one dared to speak again.
The burly white-bearded man, like a lion surveying its territory, paced back and forth in the corridor, just as he had at the beginning, observing people's fear.
There are display screens on each airplane seat, showing that there are still 33 minutes until the landing time announced by the captain.
Li Ang observed everything, pondering the best opportunity to make his move.
Now, if they didn't fight back, the plane would crash and everyone would die, so naturally they had to take a gamble. He believed that the others thought the same way, and that the man from before was just the first one who couldn't resist and made a move.
Some people live to be remembered, while others simply want to live.
Li Ang was the latter. He hadn't done anything since he transmigrated, so how could he just give up like that?
The burly man's close-combat skills have already been demonstrated; Li Ang, who is 175cm tall and rather thin, has no chance of defeating him.
He had already decided that when the opportunity arose, he would first try to steal the gun from the henchman next to the white-bearded man.
Although it hadn't been long since Li Ang first held a gun, he discovered during the gunfight where he killed three people that he actually had quite a talent for it.
After getting them, kill the white-bearded leader first, then deal with the weak-looking underling, and then gather the others who dare to stand up and fight back to kill the two in the driver's seat.
Before the plane arrived, Li Ang and the other passengers still had a chance.
Whitebeard could certainly tell that something was wrong in the cabin, but he didn't seem to care.
Suddenly, there was a knocking sound.
A knock came at the door.
Inside the cabin, everyone was searching for the source of the sound, puzzled.
The knocking continues.
This time the sound was louder; it came from outside the cabin, someone was knocking on the emergency door.
Li Ang glanced out the window and confirmed that the plane was still a thousand meters above the clouds.
The two robbers in the driver's seat got out and looked at the white-bearded man from a distance, exchanging bewildered glances.
One of the robbers in the driver's seat shouted timidly.
"Boss, the co-pilot made a call to the ground before he died. He made the call before we opened the door, and I just found out."
The white-bearded man sighed and made a gesture.
The two hijackers in the cockpit shot and killed the captain before running over.
dong dong dong.
The knocking on the cabin door grew louder and louder.
The four robbers split into two groups, standing diagonally opposite the cabin door, pointing their guns at the entrance.
A sizzling sound, the screeching sound of metal tearing apart.
The hatch was forcibly ripped off and the plane fell from a great height.
The sudden balance of air pressure caused a powerful suction that sucked away the fire extinguisher placed at the hatch. The hijackers had clearly taken this into account when positioning themselves, so they were not affected by the airflow.
When a man's figure appeared against the light at the hatchless entrance.
All four guns pulled their triggers simultaneously, the gunfire was continuous, and everyone emptied their magazines in one go.
"What threat do you think these small-caliber bullets pose to people flying in aircraft at 8000 feet?"
His voice was very distinctive, the kind you don't easily forget once you hear it; he spoke in a relaxed yet forceful tone.
Everyone knows his name.
homelander
Wearing a blue, red, and white bodysuit that accentuated his muscle definition, with a complete American flag behind him.
The world's most famous superhero.
He possesses a body of steel, laser eyes, and the ability to fly with his mind.
His greatest achievement was over a decade ago when he single-handedly destroyed an extraterrestrial meteorite, almost the size of a football field, that was powerful enough to destroy the entire city of New York and was beyond the reach of even intercontinental ballistic missiles.
He "floated" into the cabin, his outfit clearly featuring a flamboyant design reminiscent of a theatrical costume, yet it didn't feel out of place at all when paired with his face.
The bullet that hit Homelander's chest bounced off like it hit steel, ricocheting off and hitting the ceiling and the back of his chair.
The moment the white thugs saw Homelander, they swayed to the side, their legs trembling, unable to stand up straight.
Whitebeard was relatively calm, but he wasn't much better off. He had to use his left hand to support his right hand to maintain his balance. He changed the magazine and pulled the trigger again.
After he aimed again, the bullet he fired hit Homelander in the eye, but the latter only blinked and the bullet was deflected.
The eyes of the man from the Homeland showed more obvious redness, which in turn caused the relaxed expression on his face to disappear.
"It seems I've been too kind to you, which is why you dared to stand in front of me and fire a gun."
Homelander remained suspended in mid-air the entire time, then suddenly accelerated, instantly disappearing the few meters between him and the white-bearded giant.
His hand plunged into the white-bearded man's chest and emerged from his back. Blood gushed like a waterfall from the enormous hole that could no longer be described as a "wound." When his arm was pulled out, a section of intestine was still attached to his uniform glove.
The person closest to him, who had the clearest view, saw the torn flesh and blood and immediately knelt down, vomiting uncontrollably.
Homelander seized the opportunity to grab the exposed back of his neck, and with a crisp sound, the skin on his neck dangled, revealing his head with wide-eyed stares.
Ah ah ah ah! ! ! ! !
The passengers who witnessed everything screamed in agony, and one by one, those who couldn't bear it vomited.
Homelander then swiftly snapped the necks of the other two white male robbers who were now standing there bewildered.
After shaking off the intestines and thick blood stuck to his arm, he turned around and scolded the people in the cabin.
"Everyone, quiet!"
He didn't shout, and the commotion in the cabin immediately quieted down, although their expressions were still filled with fear.
The common and ordinary way of the people of the motherland
"There's nothing to be afraid of. He attacked me first and hit my eye. If I were an ordinary person, my head would have exploded. You have to be this ruthless with thugs. Only in this way can you deter other troublemakers. You should understand, right?"
There was an awkward silence for several seconds.
In this strange and awkward situation
A six-year-old girl, whose eyes were covered by her mother but who still managed to see the whole thing through her mother's fingers, was the first to shout out.
"Homelanders saved us, just like in the cartoons."
At her age, she didn't quite understand what those red liquids bursting from people's stomachs were.
Her main focus was on the homelander's heroic face and the American flag cape fluttering in the airflow outside the cabin.
The man from the motherland was very happy. He flew to the child. The child's mother was very nervous. She couldn't speak. She just held her daughter's little hand tightly.
Homelander crouched down, stroked the little girl's soft, brown hair, and smiled in response.
"The child is right, I've come to rescue you, you're safe now."
At first, it was one person, then two people gently clapped their hands in a tentative gesture.
Then came the overwhelming response.
The crowd, already terrified by the various changes and the overwhelmingly impactful scenes, had few people left who could calm down and think things through.
Soon, under the influence of the atmosphere, the crowd turned around and forgot all their embarrassment and fear. Cheers, prayers, and words of gratitude filled the cabin.
People were excited about the appearance of Homelander, a world-class superstar.
This man from the motherland became famous very early. Although he looks like a young man in his thirties, he is actually in his fifties or sixties.
He has been the childhood dream of countless people since the 90s.
More people took out their phones and approached the Chinese people, asking to take a photo with the world's most famous hero.
Even the most obscure social media accounts can garner tens of thousands of likes and exposure with just one group photo.
Looking at the surrounded Homelander, Li Ang felt a little emotional. After all, in that situation, even if he was a policeman, without weapons, there was really no good way to deal with it. Being rescued like this was quite good.
This is not any of the works he had ever seen in his previous life, even though it has the same name and design as a certain TV series.
The man before me is still a different person; he is stronger and more famous.
Li Ang's knowledge of him is limited to his numerous achievements in the news. Although his methods are somewhat bloody, perhaps this Homelander here is a true "hero."
However, Li Ang never chases after celebrities and has no interest in taking photos with them.
It was indeed a life-or-death situation just now. Seeing so many people die, even Li Ang, who was usually very calm, was covered in cold sweat.
He stood up to relax his tense nerves, and out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of the white-bearded man's body lying at the hatch.
What's wrong?
The wound on the white-bearded burly man's stomach doesn't seem as bad as it was before?
Unfortunately, the excited crowd didn't notice the corpse. Apart from Li Ang, who didn't have any childhood nostalgia, the others surrounded Homelander in layers.
Li Ang moved over several seats, maintaining a distance of more than a meter.
After examining the corpse for only a few seconds, the corpse's pupils suddenly shifted, meeting Li Ang's gaze.
"Holy crap."
With his intestines still hanging from his trouser leg, the burly white-bearded man slapped the ground for leverage, and his whole body "bounced" up.
Li Ang immediately understood that this guy was also a mutant, and his ability was most likely something like "immortality" or "regeneration".
Unfortunately, everything happened too fast. Whitebeard, with his mangled body, lunged forward, and Li Ang quickly retreated to avoid him. His target, however, was Homelander, who was surrounded by fans.
Disturbed by the noise of the fans, Guo Zuren only saw the white-bearded strong man who was about to pounce on him when he was just half a meter away.
He instantly emitted a subconscious heat gaze.
After the red beams of light from his eyes pierced through the already torn body of the white-bearded giant, he actually reached out and tried to grab Homelander.
Homelander turned his head, and the laser became even more blinding, slicing the white-bearded giant's body in two at the waist.
Ah ah ah ah ah! ! !
Even more pitiful screams.
The white-bearded strongman's body was sliced in two in mid-air and fell to the ground, the last of his blood flowing out onto the ground.
The screams just now came from the crowd facing the Homelanders.
They were caught in the heatwave that swept past.
One had their skull cut off, another's neck cut off, another's waist cut off, including the little girl who was the first to speak.
He was originally being carried on his mother's shoulders to watch her "hero," but he was cut in half at the waist.
Li Ang, startled, stumbled back and fell onto the chair. The heat from Li Ang brushed against his eyes, cutting the chair he was leaning against at an angle.
The strong, pungent smell of blood lingered around everyone's noses.
Seven or eight mutilated, unrecognizable corpses fell to the ground. The previously enthusiastic fans scattered immediately.
The man waved his hand, his face betraying his panic.
"I'm so sorry... He lunged at me like that... You guys were blocking my view, and it's too crowded here. Why didn't you take a bigger flight? Okay, I'm sorry."
The bearded young man who had just been shouting for a group photo was still holding a cell phone. When the man saw him, he pointed at him.
"You, turn off your phone. Give it to me. No, everyone, put your phones down. It was just a mistake. I don't want to see the video of that moment online, okay?"
He held out his hand, waiting for the young man to hand him the phone.
The bearded youth, wearing shorts, knelt down, crying and sobbing.
"Please, sir, don't kill me. I'm afraid of dying. I won't post it online. I'm filming now just to make sure you won't hurt me. Please give me this right. I promise I won't post it. Please don't kill me. This is the only thing I have to protect myself."
The people of the motherland were furious about this rejection.
He tried his best to control his emotions and said, "Give it to me, and I won't kill you. All the dead will be compensated, and you will all go back safely, I promise."
"What compensation will you offer?!"
It was the girl's mother from earlier; she was still holding the small corpse, looking strange and out of control.
"My poor child, who barely survived the robbers, is now dead."
She just started school last week after moving. He told me there was a really nice girl in her class who wanted to play with him, and he said he wanted me to teach her to ride a bicycle. She said she would take me on a trip someday. I only have this one child, and now she's dead. How can you possibly make up for it?!
Homelander opened his mouth but couldn't utter a sound for a long time; he couldn't think of any answer.
Li Ang knew that the situation was out of control, and even the best negotiation expert would be powerless to help.
One mobile phone after another was pulled out to film the horrific, bloody scene.
Public opinion has no effect on criminals, but it is the most terrifying weapon against heroes like Homelander.
Many people have no connection to the victims, but simply want to join in the fun by filming Homelander's predicament.
The scene was in complete chaos.
"Tell me, what will you use to compensate these dead people?"
"Why use laser eyes? There are other ways when living corpses are rushing at you."
"I'm sure this video will get over a million views, it's so amazing."
"There's nothing Homelander can do. Who knows what other tricks that guy has up his sleeve, suddenly coming back to life and charging at us?"
"So what? The person is dead."
Amidst the chaos of the scene.
Fans, victims, victims' families, onlookers, and people like Li Ang who try to mediate...
He calmed everyone down, urging them to face reality: the people here were still on a broken plane without a captain, with a drafty cabin riddled with bullet holes and no doors. He told them not to anger Homelander, the only "hero" who might be able to save the rest of them.
But when surrounded by several victims' families and asked, "What about those who were mistakenly killed by Homelander?", he couldn't answer.
The sole center of the vortex.
Homelander covered his eyes, listening to everyone around him for a long time. Then, as if he had suddenly realized something, a look of relief appeared on his face.
He raised his head, his body soared into the air, and he broke through the cabin roof and left the plane.
"Coward, where are you going? You left without giving us an explanation?"
Several guys holding up their phones and filming the whole thing were yelling at the roof of the cabin that Homelander had broken open.
These guys would never have dared to shout like this when he was standing right here.
Li Ang also looked at the hole. He was very doubtful. With the plane in such a damaged state, could it really land normally?
The man from the motherland flew away for quite a while.
Other test subjects and victims' families are still arguing.
Li Ang was powerless to intervene; he just wanted to know what to do next.
At that moment, Homelander appeared outside the porthole, and those who spotted him pointed out the porthole and called his name.
Li Ang also turned his head to look, and saw that the Homelander was now flying parallel to the plane outside.
Even from nearly a hundred meters away, Li Ang could clearly see his reddened eyes.
There were only two words in his mind.
It's over.
The heat of the homeland cut the still-flying plane in half.
Li Ang, who could read lips, saw the last words spoken by the mouth of the person who stopped high in the sky after launching the thermal vision.
"It's just a mistake that nobody remembers."
The entire Boeing 737 broke apart, and the mechanical parts at the break point short-circuited and caught fire.
On a flight from Florida to New York, two crash-wrecked vehicles carrying 134 people and 16 bodies fell into the Atlantic Ocean off the east coast of North America.
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