"Hold on a second, I didn't start it," the realist said.
Misa yelled out, "You brute!" She's trying to help us.
"Tie her up, Jimmy. Simon: "Here's a gun; if she twitches even a little, bang her skull." "We will use her to remove our bounties," the realist commands.
You guys can't do that," Misa said, adding, "She's just a kid."
"They don't take kids in police force," the realist said.
"Listen, dude, I get what you're saying, but we can't do that to a kid." Simon shot back.
"So what are we going to do?" the realists start shouting. "We can't just vanish into thin air like you did in the dark."
Maybe you should hide in your a**hole, motherf*cker, Simon counters back angrily.
"Oh, come on, let's see who can pull a bigger asshole," the realist said.
Woah, woah, woah, Jimmy exclaimed, "You guys can't be serious, can you?"
At the same time, they both said, "We're just joking."
"What if she kills us if we leave her alive?" the realist asked.
"If she kills us, that will be our end; that will be our reality," Simon said.
No more cringe-worthy comments, the realist said.
As Misa approaches the AS soldier, she asks, "What's your name?"
"Amane," the AS soldier said.
"Your wounds will heal soon enough. I am giving you some medicine and money. Take that, hail a cab, and get home quickly; it's 12 in the morning," Misa said.
Misa hailed a cab to bring her there.
A lot of hard work is ahead of them, as Realist informed them before they left.
TWO DAYS LATER
In his report, Simon learned that the head of anti-drug control smoked a lot. He lights up at 6 o'clock every afternoon at the drug control headquarters. Here, we have to make it an accident; we don't want any smoke, you know what I mean.
The realist will rent a private jet, parachute down to the building's rooftop, toss the anti-drug official's head off the building to make it look like suicide, and then jump down to escape.
"Wait," Jimmy said, "We don't have the funds to hire a jet."
The realist then gestures toward Simon and says, "Then we will steal one." Simon should use that as his line of speech.
"F*ck you" Simon snarked.
Jimmy momentarily hacks all the cameras. Misa is dressed like a flight attendant. Chris slips into the restroom after the private jet pilot, puts him to sleep, and then steals his keys.
With the security cameras down, Simon goes to the power source and cuts all the wires. Once the machines are unable to detect metals, they successfully climb the airplanes.
"Okay, ladies and gentlemen," the realist said, "now let's make our way to the Chinese."
"Who will be the pilot of the plane?" Jimmy asked.
You can't fly it, the realist said.
"Nooooo," Jimmy exclaimed.
"What do you mean, you can't fly it?" the realist asked.
Jimmy denied being a pilot.
Simon let out a scream, "F*****cccckkk f***************ccccckkk f***************ck!"
"Hold on a second, don't act like a gorilla," REALIST said.
"What are you going to do about it, Mr. Realist? You're making racist jokes, and the police are about to kill us all, motherf*cker. Come on, start talking to the walls or tell the police we're here to kill an anti-drug head, you sick f*ck," Simon said.
"Listen up, please. We're running out of time until the pilot in the restroom wakes up. I'll go to the airport staff room and fetch a pilot. You guys should make him pilot the plane," Misa said.
"Now that's what I call genius," the realist remarked.
Using his manipulation skills, Misa gains access to the airport staff room and escorts a pilot to the private jet.
"Hey there, bro, what's up?" Simon asked the pilot.
"So, how's it going?" Is it GOOD? The realist inquired.
"You guys can't see it because it is a novel," the realist explained, "but he makes the same face as the viral meme of an old guy crying and looking at the camera— used for nostalgic kind of memes and had some song like, 'But why?' and something I don't remember."
The pilot is forced to pilot the jet, but after ten minutes in the air, he or she discovers that the plane is low on fuel.
"Excuse me, but I believe the plane is empty. We need to land it quickly," the pilot cried out in a panic.
"What on earth do you mean by that, n*gga?" Simon responded angrily.
"Oh no, oh no," Jimmy exclaimed. *
"You f*cker are trying to kill us," the realist said.
Oh my," Misa exclaimed, "what are we going to do?"
To which the realist responded, "No, he is lying."
"No, sir, I am telling the truth. Just look at that indicator," the pilot said.
You Indian, the realist said.
"Yes, sir," the pilot repeated.
"don't dell me whad do do hahaha hah" The Realist mocked the pilot.
"You can't be serious," Simon remarked.
No, I'm joking. 7/11, but what's that? Realists point to the radar.
"That is radar," the pilot said. It reveals nearby planes and objects."
"It is showing something," the realist said.
An approaching plane is indicated, the pilot said.
Wearing his helmet, the REALIST grabs a sledgehammer and two parachutes.
"What are you doing?" Simon asked.
"Hijacking that plane," a realist said.
"What?" uttered Jimmy.
"How?" Simon asked.
"Watch it," the realist said.
The realist leaps from the jet and instantly deploys his parachutes before waiting for the commercial plane to arrive. When it does, he swiftly pulls his parachute toward one of the plane's wings, pulling him so forcefully that he breaks his backbone and ribs, but you know he is a superhero.
A realist seizes the parachute's ropes, climbs to the top of the aircraft, and uses the air to strike the plane door with a sledgehammer, just as he would perform the pulling, smashing the door with the force of the air.
He smashes the door, causing panic among all passengers. He enters the aircraft and exclaims, "Hey, what's up? I'm lost. Tell me where the closest bus stop is, hehe."
"No one needs to be hurt, just sit down and enjoy; I have some business with the pilots," the realist said after firing two shots.
Without uttering a word, he hurried to the cockpit, placed the pistol on the pilot's head, and ordered the plane to turn around and head to Tokyo immediately.
While soaring over Tokyo, the second pilot opens the cockpit door, explaining that he is "basically sick and needed some rest. He doesn't know what's going on."
As soon as the door opens, the third son { of the elderly woman who committed suicide and her crippled son tumble down the stairs}. In a panic, he dashes towards the cockpit, leaps inside, and spears the realist. The entire crew boarded the plane, felt a surge of energy, and quickly made their way to the pilot's seat.
As he shoves the third son aside, the realist takes up his sledgehammer and whacks him so forcefully on the kidneys that he begins to sing in agony. "You see, guys, a man can never accept his failure; he will always blame someone for it," the realist said, brandishing his gun. I suppose the dark side is waiting for you at the end of your ignorance.
All the men grabbed him just as he was about to shoot, so he shot the pilot instead, causing the plane to veer off course and head straight for the building.
The realist gets to his feet and tries to pull the yoke, which is the airplane's U-shaped steering. However, the third son catches him, and the plane crashes into the headquarters of the drug control department, right where the head of the department was smoking.
Tragically, all 200 individuals on board, including the pilots, meet their deaths from burns.
I am currently buried under the rubble; I don't have hands or feet, and the pain is so excruciating that I wish I were dead," the realist said.
"Listen, dudes, there will be times in life when you won't remember a thing, but you'll be forever changed by the choices you make or the events that unfold."
"I wish I hadn't spoken to you so I wouldn't have crashed my car; if I hadn't, all 200 people in it would still be alive today, and I wouldn't be lying here heaped with rubble, missing limbs and arms."