The Son-In-Law Shot to Fame (Donald and Jennifer)

Chapter 958 Tire Blowout

As the plane gradually descended, Roddy and his team managed to empty the bank accounts of everyone on board.

When the plane came to a halt at the airport, Roddy and his companions saw that the area outside was already surrounded by special police forces.

“Sir, I appreciate your cooperation. You wouldn't mind if I take a couple more people as hostages, would you?” Roddy's attention was constantly on Donald. He feared that any sudden move from Donald could jeopardize their safe return.

Fortunately, Donald had been well-behaved.

Other than comforting the frightened Eileen, he wasn't performing other strange actions.

Donald looked at Roddy and said, “If I don't agree, are you telling me you won't take the hostage and leave?”

With a slight smile, Roddy said, “Of course not. If we want to leave safely, we must have hostages in our hands.”

Seeing that Donald had no intention of playing the hero, Roddy finally allowed Benson and Charles to each take a hostage. At the same time, they confidently opened the airplane's cabin door and walked out.

There were definitely a few special police snipers around the perimeter of the airport.

However, there were four people on Roddy's team. It was simply impossible for the snipers to kill all four of them at the same time.

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The team understood the special police in Yorksland well.

The special police valued every individual's life, so they would rather let the team of villains leave than resort to gunfire.

“What are you doing?” When Eileen saw Donald suddenly turn around and move closer to her, her heart immediately began to race. Even though I'm quite fond of Donald, it doesn't seem like the right time to do intimate things now. Is he really planning to kiss me at this moment?

Just as Eileen closed her eyes, ready to give in to Donald, she suddenly felt a movement in her right pocket.

It turned out Donald approached her just to take the ballpoint pen from her pocket. “Can I borrow it for a moment?”

After uttering that sentence with a ballpoint pen in his hand, Donald turned and walked toward the cabin door.

When Donald reached the cabin door, Roddy and his group had already settled into the car provided by the SWAT team.

Although, the special police deliberately didn't fill the car's fuel tank full.

It didn't matter that much to the team of villains. As long as the hostages remained in their hands, they wouldn't have any safety issues.

“Captain, after we pull off this job, we can kick back and relax for a while.”

“Indeed. Captain, I saw several wealthy individuals on the plane. Their bank accounts hold tens of millions. We've hit the jackpot this time.”

The team members sitting in the car clearly felt that their latest hijacking operation had been successful. They were all smiling, each one already starting to fantasize about how they would spend the money.

Just then, Roddy spotted Donald standing at the cabin door.

“Start the car.” The smile on Roddy's face vanished instantly when he spotted Donald.

As he looked toward Donald, he felt that Donald was also looking at him.

“What's wrong, Captain?” asked Castiel.

“Get this car moving, now!” Roddy roared at Castiel in anger.

Even though Castiel wasn't sure what was going on, he followed Roddy's demand and started the car as quickly as he could.

Donald's appearance also caught the attention of the other special police officers, with two snipers even having him in their sights.

When they noticed Donald had no weapon in his hand, the special police team deduced that he was likely a passenger on the plane.

Just as they were about to step forward and ask what Donald was doing, he moved his right hand. Then, it appeared something had flown out from his palm.

Bang!

The front tire of the car Roddy and his companions were driving suddenly burst as if something had punctured it.

The car, having lost its balance, was spinning in place. The driver, Castiel, cursed angrily, “D*mn it! How dare those special police shot us! Do they want to kill the hostages!”