Miss Beautiful C.E.O and her system-Chapter 674: Lin Fan intervened

Upstairs, the explosions and rattle of gunfire had sown confusion. Since people couldn't see the tragedy yet, they hadn't realized the grave danger involved—except for a few who were familiar with the symphony of battle.

However, the shock and tremors had alerted even the dullest person in the crowd, let alone Lin Fan and the individuals he suspected.

For instance, Lin Fan subconsciously listened to the chaos, trying to extract as much intelligence as possible.

The couple he had his eyes on instinctively lowered their stance while their hands reached for their waists.

Lin Fan took note of their behavior. Only those trained in firearms under stressful conditions reacted like this. It was as if the two were reaching for nonexistent guns.

Although they retracted their hands later, realizing their weapons weren't with them, he was certain they were extremely accustomed to carrying firearms.

Their identities weren't simple—they were specialists. When Lin Fan looked at the other man, he noticed that this one was unnervingly calm, as if he had anticipated the attack long ago.

In contrast to the couple, this man even took time to scan his surroundings, seemingly searching for a specific target in the crowd.

"What's the matter, Lin Fan?" the stewardess asked.

"Stay close to me. We might be in danger. Have your sisters stick around us as well."

Lin Fan recollected his thoughts and assessed the situation. Multiple shooters—probably more than a dozen. Hiss! This was the worst scenario he had ever faced.

Even the last bank robbery paled in comparison. At least there, people had survived, and the authorities had reacted quickly. The robbers had higher priorities than killing.

Here, he was alone. The enemies seemed intent on slaughtering everyone. Judging by the sounds of gunfire, Lin Fan had long realized that the fight was likely one-sided.

This was a coordinated assault, and their objective was unknown. He couldn't rely on the mercy of strangers.

No. Although airport security was unreliable, with proper leadership, an organized defense could be formed.

Moreover, there were fellow colleagues nearby. No matter how strange and coincidental fate seemed, he had to seek their help.

He didn't think he could fight off a dozen well-armed enemies alone, in the worst-case scenario, without any weapons.

From the security guards' reactions, they appeared panicked and would likely ignore everything.

"What's happening?" the stewardess asked, now realizing the potential danger. Her reaction might not have been as quick as his, but her reasoning was still intact.

Likewise, the crowd began to panic, their steps driven by an instinct to flee danger. Of course, the unseen screams terrified them the most.

Lin Fan strode toward the closed entrance meant for boarding passengers. He had no intention of following the formal path toward the arrival terminal and foolishly facing the enemies head-on.

"Everybody, run! The airport is under attack!"

"Where do we run?"

"Just run!"

Lin Fan's direct approach toward the guards alarmed them. One of them unholstered his weapon and pointed it at Lin Fan.

Without hesitation, Lin Fan snatched the pistol away and aimed it at the guard's partner.

"Don't move! Don't panic. If we don't work together, we'll all die soon."

The chief stewardess and her colleagues, who had followed in Lin Fan's footsteps, stood in shock—dumbfounded by his swift, deadly action.

"Sir, calm down! Put the weapon down."

"I'm not with them—don't ask me," Lin Fan said. "Just listen. We need to prepare a defense if we want to survive."

Initially, Lin Fan had considered simply dragging away the beautiful stewardess, her friends, and those who had followed his advice to escape into the open field.

But he chose otherwise when he realized he had no knowledge of the airport's layout. Of course, his actions elicited screams from the crowd.

"Who are you? What do you intend to do?" The guard, who was being aimed at by the male protagonist, stuttered but managed to calm down after asking the important question.

Against the backdrop of carnage below, where screams and gunfire spread like a prairie fire, his composure was already impressive for an ordinary police officer.

"Former Special Forces member from Country C," Lin Fan introduced himself with confidence. "The airport is likely under a terrorist attack. Do you have any plans?"

Anyway, no one had time to verify his claim. In the minds of many, Special Forces operatives were omnipotent masters of warfare, making it easier for him to gain trust.

Since he had no time to waste, he needed to act fast and decisively. First, he had to intimidate them by demonstrating his skill—showing that he could kill the officers effortlessly. Then, he added his background to make himself sound more persuasive.

Indeed, the two panicked officers immediately regained their composure, now feeling a sense of hope at having a dependable figure to follow.

Before they could speak, Lin Fan cut them off again. "Tell me where the armory is. Size doesn't matter—we need to get there quickly before the terrorists cut us off."

"Yeah, it's upstairs, just a short walk away," the officer who had lost his firearm replied. "Let me lead you there."

He didn't even consider Lin Fan a threat. If Lin Fan had any ill intentions, he already had the upper hand.

Besides, he and his partner were already in a dire situation. Sure, there were other colleagues, but their circumstances were likely no better, since well-armed personnel were stationed below.

What worse outcome could there be in this scenario? It was their greatest luck to have a former Special Forces operative helping them.

"Wait a second," Lin Fan said, turning his gaze toward the people he had been watching earlier. "You, you, you—step forward and confess. If we want to survive, this is our only hope now. Although I don't like to say 'the greater the strength, the greater the responsibility,' there is some truth to it."

Lin Fan pointed at the suspicious couple and an unresponsive man. The latter made Lin Fan frown.

The couple exchanged glances. After a brief contemplation, they stepped forward with some hesitation, seemingly making a decision.

How had their identities been seen through?

Well, that wasn't the crucial factor here. The two nodded and responded, "We'll help, then."

"Thank you. And you?" Lin Fan directed his question to the last man.

"Alright, but we need guns."

Lin Fan smiled and turned to the officer, not even bothering to return the pistol in his hand. "You can lead the way now, brother. We don't have time. And please have your colleagues barricade the area—lock everything down."

"Sure, man." The officer relayed the order to his fellow guards and sped off. Lin Fan and the trio followed. Before leaving, he didn't forget to remind the chief flight attendant he favored.

"Miss, it's not safe to stay inside the airport. If possible, could you lead the passengers inside the aircraft?"

"That seems like the best option. I'll arrange for them to evacuate," the lady nodded firmly.

"Don't worry, Mr. Lin. We sisters will help your girlfriend," one of the stewardesses teased.

Since Lin Fan had claimed a Special Forces identity, admiration sparkled in her eyes. Her colleagues weren't spared either.

"You!" The chief stewardess blushed and glared at the traitors. "Take care, Lin Fan."

"Don't worry," Lin Fan replied, smiling at the playful exchange.

He wasn't overly concerned about the terrorist attack.

People died every day.

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He stepped up for his own survival and for those he cherished, like the girls before him. Of course, his moral upbringing and disgust for the massacre of the powerless by armed attackers were additional reasons.

"Wait." The stewardess suddenly grabbed Lin Fan's shirt and lightly pecked his lips in a surprise attack. "I'll be waiting."

Lin Fan nodded and reluctantly moved away.

Damn, he didn't need to explain his scumbag tendencies—the girl made the first move. He was silently cheering himself on.

If Ling Qingyu, who was currently planning to sever the connection between the stewardess model and the male protagonist, saw the scene, she would complain about the unfairness of fate.

While staff and willing civilians prepared barricades, Lin Fan's group welcomed two additional members who admitted their expertise in gunfighting.

Inside the armory, Lin Fan introduced himself again. "Former Special Forces member of Country C."

"FBI Special Agent Sitwell."

"Special Agent Hill."

If Ling Qingyu were here, her eyelid would twitch at the names, and she would curse her system.

Even S.H.I.E.L.D. had transmigrated? Would Agent Coulson appear next?

Meanwhile, Lin Fan raised an eyebrow.

The couple was FBI?

From their rapid reactions and calm demeanor, their true identities were far more than that. These two were likely on a special mission and could even be the reason for the attack.

Everything was uncertain, and Lin Fan wasn't stupid enough to disrupt morale among his allies.

Not to mention, his suspicions were just conjectures without evidence.

"Country A, Former Marine Recon."

This was the man Lin Fan suspected most, based on his observations. However, his identity raised the confidence level of the temporary team. Marine Recons were badass units, experts in modern warfare—the modern elite scout version of the ancient times.

"Country I, veteran of the Republic Guard."

"Country S, border garrison—on vacation."

The newest members were also soldiers. The probability had increased.

In fact, Lin Fan almost cussed upon identifying his teammates.

Why in the world were they all here? No wonder a terrorist attack had occurred.

Combined with his great luck—despite his doubts about his physique—he had to admit that the coincidences leading him into trouble contained some truth. FBI agents, a Marine Recon, veterans, and him (Retired mercenary)… No surprise.

If he knew Ling Qingyu had arrived, he might have sprained his ankle and accused her straightaway: It's you.

This woman had resonated with him deeply since the last bank robbery. He encountered problems but not so great until Ling Qingyu was nearby.

"Gentlemen and ladies," Lin Fan almost forgot a woman was in the group. "We don't have time for pleasantries. Let's cooperate and survive first."

"You don't need to say it."

Lin Fan's 'veterans' and the accompanying security guards quickly armed themselves.

AK-74 assault rifles, magazines, vests, and other necessary gear.