I Stream DC on Marvel-Chapter 546 Invencible: Serious Trouble at the Airport, Kissing a Holy Maiden, Hijacking a Plane, We’re All Going to Hell!

Allen watched Wednesday; her previous actions had stopped him from hijacking a plane. However, they were strange for someone like her, who didn't hesitate to destroy whatever bothered her, so there was no reason to interrupt Allen.

"What was that, Wen?" Allen spoke from behind Wednesday, who was brainwashing the receptionist.

"You're a frustrated employee with your life. Your job forces you to put on a nice face for a bunch of rich people all the time," Wednesday said seriously. "You're pathetic..."

In 1973, flying by plane was a luxury, so everyone around was well-dressed, in suits, dresses, jewelry, and pompous looks. Seeing three priests traveling by plane must've been something unusual.

"So, you don't care if three suspicious priests get on a plane? Just give us the tickets, put your ring back on, you shameless vixen, and go home to your fiancé... bitch."

"Wen?!"

For a moment, Allen thought Wen was helping the receptionist improve her life, but the insults contradicted that. The girl turned around with the plane tickets, took Allen's hand, and together they walked while Jalter followed them.

Karras had no choice but to follow as well while carrying Merrin on his back. As for the dazzling light and the dozen people in the trace, he decided to deceive himself that this was a miracle from God to help them on their journey.

This time, Wednesday got tickets for both Jalter and herself, even though it wasn't necessary.

The crisis was over, but Allen knew that price hadn't been cheap; a third of the Will Limiter had been filled. To avoid more tragedies, Jalter subtly destroyed every TV.

Inside the terminal, the atmosphere was oddly intimate: entire families were saying goodbye near the counters, men wearing neatly pressed suits, women in elegant dresses, and children running between rows of metal seats.

The air smelled of freshly brewed coffee and cheap perfume.

A mechanical arrivals panel made a rhythmic clacking sound —clack-clack-clack— while updating flight schedules. Occasionally, a slightly distorted female voice would call passengers to board, as if inviting them to join a secret adventure.

There was no rush. There were no endless lines.

Travelers approached the airline counters with their paper tickets in hand—thick, with carbon copies—and the agents, with friendly smiles, checked them manually, almost casually asking if they were carrying anything other than their luggage.

"Miss, are you carrying any weapons?" asked a guard kindly. Wednesday was about to pull out a bunch of tools and weapons from her clothes, but Allen stopped her.

"Sir, we are people of God, we wouldn't carry such a thing," Allen's smile was so peaceful that the man was moved.

"It's true, go ahead, priests, sisters."

"Thank you..."

*Cachin*

A Magnum fell from Allen's clothes. He laughed and picked it up under the guard's astonished gaze. Without another choice, Allen pulled out the Neuralyzer.

[Will Limiter 39%]

...

"At this rate, we'll hit the limit before we even board the plane," Allen grumbled. "I'm disappointed in you guys, you're supposed to be my elite team!"

"That was your fault..." Wednesday replied.

"Tsk, what an irresponsible master, blaming others," Jalter spoke through clenched teeth. "Do you know how hard I'm trying not to vomit from wearing nun's clothes?!"

At that moment, both Wednesday and Jalter were dressed in nun habits. Jeanne d'Arc, of course, had experience, but every second in those clothes reminded her of how unpleasant and miserable her death had been. Wednesday Addams couldn't feel more disgusted wearing such attire, even though the colors matched her taste.

"You suffer," Allen said in a low and dark voice, then slowly turned around. "DO YOU SUFFER?!"

[Will Limiter 41%... 43%... 56% Allen, calm down]

"I'm the one with my balls in the air under this cassock! Which is very uncomfortable! And you think you're suffering?!"

Wednesday and Jalter were first startled but immediately looked at Allen's crotch before blushing.

"Father Walker isn't wearing underwear?" Father Karras asked in surprise.

Allen stayed blank for a moment after hearing Karras's words, "Huh?... I thought... are you supposed to wear it?"

"Well, yeah, it's common sense..."

Allen gritted his teeth while trying his hardest not to blush from such a mistake.

Makima – I'd be dead of embarrassment if I were you~

Harley – Hahaha, but if this is true, I demand proof!

Kurumi – Ara Ara, Master, didn't you know?

Jalter remained serious but was trembling as if trying to control her laughter. Wednesday didn't laugh but looked at Allen with pity.

"How was I supposed to know that?!" Allen ended up shouting.

"Well, shouldn't you know, Father Walker?" Karras was even more confused than Allen, and he couldn't suddenly say that he'd only been a priest for less than a day and probably didn't even qualify as one in the first place.

Allen pulled out the Neuralyzer and erased the memories of the passengers and airport staff once again. Then he straightened up with dignity and turned around.

Allen corrected his attitude, "Of course, it was all a joke to lighten the mood, Father Karras. and Sister Weddy, Sister Jeanne, you'll have to confess your sins with me... at night"

Jalter, not understanding the hidden meaning, just huffed and crossed her arms.

Wednesday blushed but questioned, "If you were pretending, why are you punishing us?"

Allen smiled like a predator, "Who said it was a punishment? As young maidens and sisters, you should be more than happy to read the Bible all night with me..."

"Pervert..." Wednesday gasped at how shameless Allen could be, not even dressed as a priest could he stop his womanizing nature.

Jalter was still confused but felt embarrassed for some reason. Father Karras had his eyes wide open while wondering if Father Walker was even a priest after all.

Without further problems, and thanks to the old reliable brainwasher "The Neuralyzer," they all made it to their flight.

"Okay, it'll just be a flight," Allen said, ready to finish this mission and return to Invincible.

[Will Limiter 57%]

...

Allen sat with Wednesday and Jalter on either side, relaxing since the hardest part was over. Father Karras sat in another row with Father Merrin.

The plane took off, and Allen felt a trembling hand. Looking, he saw that Jalter was afraid of flying. Maybe it was absurd, or perhaps she felt insecure without being able to use her powers much.

Allen took her hand, and though she should've been upset, she didn't, instead returning the squeeze. Wednesday, feeling jealous, did the same, intertwining her fingers more intimately. This sparked a competitive spirit, and both started competing.

A mother and daughter looked on, stunned.

"Mom, why are that priest and those nuns acting all lovey-dovey?"

"Shh, don't look!"

Jalter froze, realizing what she had been doing, and soon exploded. However, Allen wrapped his arm around her waist and stopped her from shouting by kissing her. Jalter's eyes opened in disbelief, but before she could react, she was let go and remained stunned, not understanding what had just happened.

Half of the Chat cursed Allen for taking advantage of the situation, while the other half congratulated him for seizing the opportunity.

"Why you?" Jalter asked, unable to properly pronounce the words.

Allen gave a sly, yet sincere smile, "I didn't want to miss the chance to kiss a beautiful Holy Maiden..."

"Ah, you!" Jalter pointed at him, her face turning completely red, and she didn't know what to say, so she sat in silence with her head steaming.

Father Karras stared at Allen, unable to believe what he had just seen, "Father Walker?!"

"Don't worry, Father Karras, I'll confess tonight," Allen gave Wednesday a smile, "maybe tomorrow..."

"..."

Allen ignored everything else. Now, he just had to relax and wait to get to Italy.

...

...

...

(Twenty minutes later)

"EVERYONE STAY STILL, THIS IS A KIDNAPPING!"

Gwen – Allen!

"What, it wasn't me!"

Allen looked back and saw three men with guns threatening the passengers, and he complained to himself, how could there be such little security on an airline?

The Emperor – This will delay your plans.

Carol – You're in 1973, don't expect too much from security...

Allen paid attention to the comments, knowing it was a complicated situation. The Will Limiter had already passed the halfway point and had only decreased by a measly 1% in these twenty minutes he did nothing, so Allen estimated it would take one day to drain.

[You can speed up this process by completing missions...]

'Yeah...'

Gwen – How are you going to handle this?

McDragon – I'm not that smart, but even I know you shouldn't shoot inside a plane!

Defeating all three of them is easy, but Allen didn't want to keep raising the Will Limiter. As the name implies, it's the limit of the amount of willpower allowed outside of its canon, with "Will" being all actions resulting from a decision outside the world's fate.

...

"Gentlemen!"

The three armed men aimed at the source of the voice but were stunned when they saw Allen.

"Sit down, priest, or I'll blow your head off!" One of them threatened, but Allen's gaze filled with compassion.

"No need to threaten, no need for so much hatred, and it's not worth risking your lives and the lives of these people over something as trivial as crashing this plane..."

"...?"

The three men exchanged glances before one approached Allen. "We're not terrorists..."

"Huh? No? So you don't want to crash this plane?"

"No! We just want money, lots of money. We're hijacking the plane without a good deal!"

"..." Allen felt stupid. Interestingly, security procedures and oversight had improved in 1973 due to a spike in plane hijackings in 1972.

"Shit!" Allen cursed, leaving everyone speechless. It's not every day you see a priest curse.

A girl tugged at her mother's shirt, whose face had turned pale. "Mom, why is that priest cursing?"

Allen looked around reproachfully. "Yeah! What's the big deal?! I cursed! I let out a damn swear word! I'm human too! I get angry too!"

The passengers' mouths formed an "o" of disbelief, and that was just the beginning. Even the hijackers were taken aback.

"Bastards, I'm in a hurry to get to the Vatican, and I won't let three guys wanting money stop me!"Allen drew his Desert Eagle and aimed it at one of the hijacker's heads. "Listen, son of a bitch, either you lower your weapon, or you and I are going to meet the devil!"

"Mom, mom, why does the priest have a gun?" the girl asked with bright eyes, but her mother didn't know how to respond.

One would expect anything during a hijacking, but these men had mentally prepared for death. However, a priest pulling out a .45 caliber pistol and threatening to drag them to hell was something they never anticipated.

The other two hijackers didn't hesitate to point their guns at Allen, but at that moment, Sister Wednesday stood up and pulled out two crossbows, aiming them at the other two hijackers.

"Mom, mom, do nuns now carry crossbows?!" the girl exclaimed, jumping out of her seat, but her mother quickly grabbed her and hid her.

"Not so fast, that guy over there is my dear... If you want to kill him, you have to kill me first..."

After such a cool line, Wednesday managed to stun the hijackers. Did priests and nuns become tactical agents now?

"If anyone is going to kill that guy it's me!" Jalter, not wanting to fall behind, drew a cursed sword but without using its black fire.

Common sense told them that Albino Sister was crazy—she would never be able to reach them before they covered her with lead. But her eyes radiated such coldness that it sent chills down the hijackers' spines.

Suddenly, the situation reached a standstill.

"Fine, listen to me priest, there's a stop in Florida, we land, ask for a ransom, they give us the money, and you continue your flight..." Seeing the situation, one hijacker decided to negotiate. However, Allen listened to the floor with disdain.

"Do you think I was born yesterday?!"

The Chat also realized that things weren't as simple as they seemed. Even if they landed in Florida and everything miraculously went as the hijacker said, they wouldn't let the plane take off again. The passengers would be taken off and interrogated. Allen should have realized this, and for that, he said—

"If I let you go, where the hell could I get my share?"

The Chat had underestimated Allen again!

"Huh?! Father Walker!", Karras had tried to stay out of the spotlight and avoid getting involved, but upon hearing Allen, he couldn't help himself.

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Allen turned and smiled, winking at Karras to indicate it was all an act. Karras felt relieved by this, while Allen turned his attention back to the front.

"Well, how much are we talking about?" Allen smiled maliciously, stopping and pointing his gun at him. "Listen, you want money, I want to fly to Italy. Instead of trying to flee to Florida, come to Italy with us."

The hijackers looked at each other, and the leader lowered his weapon. "That..." The leader hesitated, but one of his subordinates whispered to him.

'Do it, these guys are crazy. We don't know if they're dangerous people, it's better not to provoke them...'

"You're stupid. We're the dangerous ones here!" he whispered back, scolding his partner. He then looked at Allen. "Fine, I don't want to die. Let's negotiate with the control tower and have him prepare the money."

Allen followed the lead hijacker while Wednesday and Jalter watched the other two hijackers and the passengers. It was a surreal sight, but the passengers were more afraid of the pair of terrifying nuns than the hijackers.

In the cabin that Allen had mysteriously opened, the hijackers pointed their guns at the pilot, and one of them grabbed the radio.

"Listen, we have your plane, and we want 50k to release the passengers!"

*Slap*

"Ouch!"

Allen smacked the hijacker on the head. "Are you stupid?"

"What?"

"Don't ask for 50k!"

"Is that too much?"

"Oh God, no, no, it's not too much, it's a pittance!" Allen grabbed the hijacker by the neck. "We have fifty passengers, we could ask for five million!"

"But that seems excessive!"

Allen slapped the hijacker again. "That's the point. In a negotiation, you demand an absurd amount so they don't feel it's too much when you offer to lower it by half!"

The hijacker understood what Allen meant, and his eyes lit up. "You're right, Father, I'll do that!"

The hijacker grabbed the radio and spoke, "Listen, bastards, I changed my mind. I want 5 million!"

Allen slapped him again and took the radio. "But you're stupid! You can't curse them! They'll think you're unstable and easy to provoke, and no... you know what? Get out of here!"

Allen grabbed the radio. "Sorry about my companion, but we're not idiots... We have fifty hostages. We'll land in Florida, waiting for 5 million in unmarked cash..."

"Who are you?"

"My apologies, my first name is 'Low,' and my last name is 'Patience.' I just want to know if you'll have the money when we get there..."

"Sir, you have to understand that the amount of money is too much..."

"Yeah, sure. Gather what you can. Once we're there, I'll count it. If I'm satisfied with the amount, I'll release half of the passengers. You choose, the lower half or the upper half?"

"Excuse me?"

"Don't play dumb. I said I'd let the passengers go, but only half, so you pick—do you want the torsos or the legs?"

"..."

The other side went silent, and the hijacker backed off, feeling chills and fear.

"We'll have the money... sir."

"Good." Allen cut the communication and shot the radio.

"What are you doing?!" said the pilot.

"They're not going to pay. We're just stopping to refuel, and then we'll continue to Rome." Allen frowned and looked at the hijacker. "What are you staring at?! Get to work!"

"Yes, boss!" The hijacker turned to his companions. "You heard him, if anyone moves, shoot them!"

Allen gave him a slap on the head. "No messing with the passengers, just keep an eye on them."

"Sorry!" the man apologized.

What the hell!" The Chat, the girls, and even the passengers exclaimed at the absurdity of Allen somehow becoming the boss of the hijackers.

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A/N: Not even I understood how Alle did that 🤣

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