As Chu Feng's Telekinesis surged, the luggage compartment popped open instantly.
A black leather bag slowly floated out. Then, its zipper slid open, revealing a crudely made C4 explosive, clearly of poor craftsmanship.
How did these people get this on board? A pistol and a bomb. Is American airport security a joke?
RATTLE.
The plane shook even more violently, and loose items began to roll back and forth with its movements.
Chu Feng's figure flashed, and in a breath, he reached the front of the plane.
But in the cockpit, two pilots, clearly lifeless, made his brow tighten.
Looking at the flight crew lying dead outside, the corners of his mouth twitched slightly.
They really didn't leave any chance of survival...
With no time to ponder whether the culprits were terrorists or members of some cult, Chu Feng immediately turned and shouted towards the back of the plane.
"Hello, does anyone know how to fly a plane?"
No one responded.
