Chapter 100: Hijacking Fiasco
Kaizer exhaled slowly, his fingers tapping lightly against the armrest as his mind rolled, analyzing the situation with a calm nature.
There were six hijackers who were armed but were also non-espers that had managed to subdue the pilots, meaning there were at least two more in the cockpit.
He could kill them in an instant by smashing their skulls with telekinesis, but that was too easy and too simple. Also, given the beatdown he just experienced, despite being calm, the young man was naturally irritated deep down, and then these fellows appeared.
As such, he decided to vent a bit and do something more... amusing.
Without moving a muscle, he reached out with his Telekinesis, applying the lightest nudge possible.
The first hijacker, the bald one with the Red Cross uniform, took a step forward to assert dominance over the nearby passengers, but his foot caught on absolutely nothing.
His momentum carried him forward, and with a startled yelp, he slammed face-first into a first-class seat divider. The impact was so hard it knocked his gun out of his hands, sending it spiraling into the lap of an elderly woman, who promptly began beating him over the head with it.
The other hijackers blinked in shock.
"What the hell, Hassan?!" One of them hissed.
"I—I tripped!" The man sputtered, his face red with embarrassment.
Kaizer tapped his armrest with one finger slowly.