Starting Sign-In from a Billionaire God

Chapter 1329 - 1328

For Lin Fan, the most important thing right now was to make sure this plane could land safely. That was the motive behind everything he was about to do, because he was on this plane too, and he had no intention of getting buried with everyone for no reason.Putting together what Chen Long had told him with the current situation, Lin Fan already had a rough guess.

There was someone on this plane, headed to the United Kingdom to do something. Whatever that thing was, it was very likely to threaten others, so someone wanted this person dead.

However, nobody knew who this person was!

So the people who wanted him dead went to Chen Long for help, planning to use his professional skills as an Interpol officer to ferret this person out. To force Chen Long to obey, they even kidnapped his daughter.

Forced by the situation, Chen Long had no choice but to agree, and started investigating as soon as he got on the plane.

But Chen Long still hadn’t been able to find this person.

Those people had never planned to rely entirely on Chen Long anyway. They had a backup plan: they sent three Death Warriors to lie low on the plane.

If Chen Long couldn’t find the target, they would hijack the flight and destroy the plane mid‑air, taking everyone on board with it.

Apparently, no matter who that person was, those people had already decided he was not walking off this plane alive, even if it meant staging an air disaster.

If this plane really went down en route, it would definitely be tomorrow’s headlines all over the world. And if there were no survivors, then no one would ever know what had happened on board.

As for those people, they’d be celebrating because they had eliminated the man they wanted dead.

Up to this moment, even Lin Fan didn’t know who "this person" was.

Just now, they had all moved to the monitoring room, and Lin Fan had been watching the passengers through the cameras.

But when Chen Long asked Lin Fan if he’d found anything, Lin Fan shook his head, saying he hadn’t discovered anything.

Since nobody currently knew who this person was, that meant that anyone on this plane could be that person.

So Lin Fan decided he would be "that person."

Lin Fan volunteered himself, leaving everyone stunned, including Skinny Face and Fatty, both of whom were completely baffled.

"What the hell are you talking about?" Skinny Face snapped angrily. He didn’t like Lin Fan; this guy inexplicably made him feel threatened. Lin Fan’s very existence seemed to put pressure on him.

This bastard was actually asking him to shoot him? There had to be something wrong with his head. But the more he acted like this, the more suspicious Skinny Face felt.

Lin Fan watched their reactions and smiled. "You guys don’t know, right? You were just sent here to destroy the plane, but you don’t know why."

Skinny Face said coldly, "Do I need to know why?"

Lin Fan said, "Who sent you?"

Skinny Face said, "Kid, you talk too damn much. Stop wasting my time here!"

Lin Fan said, "I’m just trying to tell you, you don’t have to do this. The one who sent you is only after me. Now that I’ve stepped forward on my own, there’s no need to drag all these innocent people down with me. All you need to do is kill me."

Skinny Face said coldly, "Brat, what’s that supposed to mean, are you provoking me? You think I can’t kill you, or you think I don’t dare?"

Lin Fan laughed. "You neither can kill me, nor dare kill me. Otherwise, why haven’t you pulled the trigger yet?"

Skinny Face was enraged. "I don’t need to know who you are, and I don’t need to know any damn reason. Anyone who dares keep yapping here, kill on sight! Brat, you asked for this. Don’t blame me!"

Skinny Face aimed his gun at Lin Fan and pulled the trigger.

Bang!

"Ah!"

A miserable scream suddenly rang out, and Skinny Face’s gun clattered to the floor. He clutched his shooting hand with the other, blood spurting out through his fingers.

Across from him, Lin Fan was perfectly fine.

Everyone froze.

Skinny Face’s gun had actually blown up?

Yes, his gun had indeed exploded.

Lin Fan smiled. "Let me tell you a little side story. Not long ago I went to the bathroom, and I just happened to find a gun in there. Someone actually stashed a gun in the plane’s lavatory. I looked around and even found a second one. I thought, this thing is way too dangerous—what if it ends up in the hands of bad guys? So I did a little... ’simple work’ on them, then put them back where I found them. When I saw you two with guns just now, I recognized them at a glance—aren’t those the two guns I tampered with? What a coincidence. So you’re the bad guys."

Skinny Face was drenched in cold sweat, and everyone else was stunned. No wonder this bastard Lin Fan had dared to let Skinny Face fire, even egging him on to pull the trigger. Turned out he had already messed with the guns. Lin Fan had known from the start they would blow. The moment Skinny Face fired, he’d basically jumped into his own grave.

Skinny Face finally put it together, shocked and furious, but his hand was already useless, and that gun was ruined.

Still smiling, Lin Fan turned his head to look at Fatty. "You wanna take a shot at me too?"

Sweat beaded on Fatty’s forehead, and his gun hand trembled uncontrollably. There was no way he was pulling that trigger. The gun in his hand felt like a live grenade. If he squeezed the trigger, wouldn’t he just be screwing himself?

"Brat, I’ll fight you to the death!"

Skinny Face roared and lunged at Lin Fan.

Fatty didn’t dare shoot, but he flipped the gun around and charged at Lin Fan as well, trying to smash him with the butt.

Lin Fan reached out and grabbed Skinny Face, hoisting him up like a chick. Right then Fatty swung the gun butt down—Lin Fan shifted sideways, using Skinny Face’s head as a shield, and Fatty’s swing landed squarely on Skinny Face’s skull.

Skinny Face’s head burst open on the spot, blood running down from his scalp and soaking his entire face in red. He really did look like he’d been drenched in dog’s blood.

Skinny Face let out a shrill scream as the world spun. Lin Fan let go, and he dropped to the floor, unable to get up for the moment.

Lin Fan immediately grabbed Fatty’s hand and gave it a light twist. It didn’t even look like he used much strength, but there was a sickening crack as bone snapped. Fatty’s gun hand was grotesquely twisted—his wrist had been cleanly broken!

"Ah!"

Fatty howled in agony, a scream that sounded like his soul was being ripped out.

The gun clattered to the ground.

Lin Fan followed up by chopping at Fatty’s throat with his hand like a blade. Fatty’s mouth flew open, his face turning a dark, liver‑purple. Both hands flew to his throat as a harsh rasping noise came from his windpipe. Then he dropped to his knees with a thud, and a moment later toppled face‑first onto the floor.

It sounds long when described, but taking out these two Death Warriors who had hijacked the flight had taken Lin Fan less than a minute.

Everyone was already staring, eyes wide and mouths agape.

Too strong. Too ruthless.

At this moment, Chen Long and the flight attendant were still in the monitoring room, watching all of this on the screen.

They were both shocked.

"Who the hell is this guy?" the flight attendant couldn’t help exclaiming. "I’ve seen a lot of tough people, but someone this tough—this is a first!"

Chen Long said nothing, just stared fixedly at Lin Fan on the monitor, his eyes filled with a mix of shock and suspicion.

Lin Fan was far too extraordinary. Who exactly was he? Could it be... that Lin Fan really was the man he’d been looking for?