CHAPTER 735: CHAPTER 735: OBSESSIVE KILLING INTENT

The pilots on the two fighter jets stared at the radar screen showing impending danger and listened to the blaring alarms, utterly stupefied.

"I’d rather believe that the Emperor got screwed by a dog than believe we’re being attacked by our own people," a pilot muttered in horror.

Indeed, with Japan’s technology, how could such an accident happen?

The pilots were in disbelief, unable to comprehend or accept the ironclad reality before them.

"I must be dreaming. Yes, that’s it—I’m dreaming. This kind of ironic thing can’t happen in reality," another pilot said helplessly, almost tempted to bite his tongue and end it all. Damn it, how could such a bizarre scene occur?

Despite what he said, he knew better than anyone that this was no dream.

The pilots had little time left; with every passing second, they edged closer to their obliteration.

"Lord Shino, we’re locked onto by our own missile," a slightly more clear-headed pilot reported urgently to Ishino Yoko with a hint of panic.

The other pilots fell into a deathly silence, consumed by fear that reverberated in their hearts.

"Ah... we’re going to die, die, die," someone screamed as the missile crossed the void and hit its target effortlessly. Both fighter jets exploded, and it was clearly visible as the pilots perished alongside the aircraft, annihilated in the relentless firestorm.

......

"Oh, God."

"Heaven and Earth!"

"What did I just see? What did I see? I can’t believe my eyes."

"Japan’s fighter jets have been destroyed. How could such a bizarre thing happen?"

"Is this an exercise? Damn, it’s too realistic!"

"Could this be a theatrical display by the Japan government and the airline, meticulously orchestrated to leave us with a profound impression? But how could that be possible?"

There were exclamations of shock.

Voices of confusion.

And cries of bewildered horror.

These were evident from the faces inside the cabin and echoed from their mouths.

Yet, some passengers looked grim, intuiting the complexity of the situation, and their bodies trembled in fear.

To Ye Fan and Mengyao, the explosion of the two fighter jets was nothing more than fireworks blooming before them.

"Using their own methods against them, truly ingenious," Qiu Wen said joyfully.

"Don’t just focus on celebrating; prepare for our next move," Ye Fan said calmly.

"Benefactor, let us handle such trivial matters," Han Bihong and the other women said.

This plane belonged to Japan, and Ye Fan and others had boarded as temporary passengers. Ishino Yoko couldn’t have arranged for his own people to be on the plane, so to prevent ill intentions from the crew or the hijacking of the plane, it was necessary to control the plane and subdue the crew—a precaution that must be taken nonetheless.

Once Ishino Yoko contacted the airline and reached an agreement, if the crew decided to sacrifice themselves to commit foolish acts, things would turn bad. Early preparation is critically essential.

......

The Japanese military base was gripped by panic.

Their own missile inexplicably launched, destroying their own fighter jets. Such a scene caused everyone inside the base to be terror-stricken, and everyone was in a frenzy, unable to pinpoint the problem.

How the missile was launched became the greatest mystery.

No one gave the order to launch the missile, and no one pressed the launch button, yet the missile launched.

Leaders at the military base urgently convened for a meeting.

"The missile was launched due to someone’s intervention."

"There’s evidence of the internal network being hacked."

"Initial judgment suggests someone found a loophole in the base’s network and seized control of our own weapons."

Soon, these words reached the ears of the gathered leaders.

The base’s technical personnel quickly identified some issues and clues.

"Our missile was hacked, and we didn’t even know. Are we eating shit?"

"We didn’t realize the vulnerabilities in our base’s network. How could outsiders know?"

"Our internal security system was breached, yet we’re clueless. Only now have we discovered traces—just a bunch of useless fools. How can we be so stupid and call ourselves a technological superpower?"

"Who guaranteed that our network is world-class and top-level in security?"

"The dagger is at our throat, and we’re unaware, waiting for death?"

Each leader harbored their own anger, blame, and curses.

"Have we determined who our enemy is, responsible for destroying our two fighter jets?" a leader questioned, knowing the military base was completely in the dark about the enemy and Ishino Yoko’s arrangements.

For secrecy, Ishino Yoko ensured few knew of his actions.

Nevertheless, their own missile destroying their own jets placed a heavy burden of responsibility on the military base in Japan.

"Regarding the enemy and actions against our jets, we know nothing," someone swore assuredly.

"If you know nothing, stop talking nonsense and find out right away," the leader raged.

......

At this moment.

Ishino Yoko’s face was terrifyingly dark, darker than the bottom of a pot.

"Our fighter jets were destroyed by our own missile. What are those useless fools in the military base even doing?"

"Ye Fan, Ye Fan."

"It must be him."

"He must have done it."

Ishino Yoko was shocked. To reach this extent, turning his military base undetected and useless, transforming it into an enemy weapon—it was an accomplishment and skill that left him utterly shaken.

At this point, he had no energy to blame the personnel at the military base.

His mind had only one obsession: to kill Ye Fan.

He was unwilling to lose, a dignified Cabinet Minister, defeated to such a degree—how could he endure it?

"Must come up with a simple yet foolproof plan to bring that plane down," Ishino Yoko casually instructed someone to contact the military base and arrange plans, harboring a savage smile and madness.