"Brrrrrrrr..."


    A hail of bullets peppered the fusge of the ne in a sh.


    The sparks from the bullet impacts decorated the side of the ne.


    The whole ne was turned into Swiss cheese by the fighter jet in the blink of an eye.


    The fusge, which was already vibrating, started vibrating even harder after that.


    Moreover, the steel of the fusge, which was slowly crumbling under excess stress, started making dreadful noises.


    The flight attendants in the cabin cuddled up together and were busy screaming their lungs out in unison.


    "Snap!"


    A bullet struck the window in front of Jack Hughes'' seat.


    The force from the bullet''s impact instantly fractured the custom-made ss, nearly demolishing it outright.


    Jack felt that force and instinctively got down to the floor.


    At the same time.


    His pupils constricted, enabling him to see clearly. The first thing he saw was the part of the fusge under the seats were filled with bullet impact dents, as if it was a lead-filled honeb. It was a private jet.


    Because of that, the ne itself was not particrly big, which meant that the ne did not have a lot of resistance against impacts in general, and absolutely not enough to resist bullets.


    Moreover.


    A civilian ne''s purpose was obviously to be used by civilians for civilian flights.


    Who would have thought, a civilian ne at an altitude of ten thousand meters would have a close quarters face-off against a fighter jet?


    "Bang bang bang..."


    "Brrrrrrrrr..."


    Bullets rained down on the ne like a hailstorm, but instead of ice, high velocity lead pummeled the ne.


    More and more new holes were being formed on the fusge with sparks apanying each bullet impact.


    Meanwhile, the fighter jet with overwhelming fire superiority over the hapless ne, like a predator toying with its prey, circled the ne and continued firing off its auto-cannons.


    It was acting like a winner who was torturing the ever living hell out of its dying opponent.


    In fact.


    Even then, Jack was also feeling helpless. He was sweating bullets, as he also realized that the enemy was toying with him. The fighter jet had missiles, but it was insisting on continuously peppering his ne with bullets instead of using the missiles. They were obviously taking their sweet time to slowly pick the ne apart.


    If it was the past Jack, he would never tolerate such shaming and embarrassment from his enemies.


    The current Jack, however, he was rather relieved about his current situation.


    If their enemies had the mindset of ying with their prey, his ne might stand a chance to survive the attack.


    Or else, a missile could very easily blow his ne out of the sky.


    The so-called "Deadly Three Minutes" would also seize to exist.


    "Speed up! Hurry and speed up!"


    At that moment, Jack couldn''t care less about exposing himself or not. With the fusge still vibrating, he rushed all the way and reached right outside of the cockpit, and yelled at the top of his lungs. The engines gave out a mechanical roar, and the ne started speeding up.


    In reality, the pilot had already sped up the ne ever since the fighter jet showed up, and now... The pilot had probably put the ne in full throttle.


    Even with the ne travelling at its top speed, it was still outpaced by the fighter jet, who never ceased firing its guns relentlessly on the ne. Jack was scared and perturbed.


    He also took on a sinister look and was sweating bullets when all of a sudden.


    "Bang!"


    "Aaah!"


    Apanying the sound of ss shattering, was someone screaming in terror.


    Jack''s body shook, and as he turned around, he stared in disbelief.


    One of the two flight attendants that were cuddling with each other was shot and fell on the ground. Blood was gushing out from the wound on her chest, staining the floor with a sinister red. The other flight attendant sat on the floor with desperation, screaming her lungs out.


    "Swoosh..."


    The shattered ss window made an ear-piercing blowing sound. The air pressure in the pressurized cabin changed dramatically. The ne was still ten thousand meters above sea level.


    With the window broken, spine chilling wind started gushing into the cabin, as if trying to freeze everything in the cabin solid.


    "What do we do? What do we do? P-please, Mr. Hughes, I don''t w-wanna die..."


    The terrified attendant turned and looked at Jack. Like a flower in a thunderstorm, she was freaking out and wailing in terror. What do we do?


    Jack stumbled backward, with his back against the door to the cockpit, he put on a pained and agonizing smile.


    What can we do?


    There''s nothing else to do other than wait.


    Who could have known that the people within Bloody Trap would be vicious enough to send a fucking fighter jet to intercept his ne in mid-air, just to kill him?


    Jack grabbed his hair and looked at the wounded flight attendant, who was lying down in a pool of her own blood.


    She did not die instantly. Her lips were pale and wide open, her bloody chest was still rising and falling violently, as if desperately trying to pump as much air into her lungs as possible. Her eyes and expression were one of utter terror.


    Seeing this, Jack felt as if a sledgehammer had smashed his eyeballs in.


    Jack heard ringing in his ears. He felt extremely angry and sullen.


    Despite this, all he could do was pray that the ne was able to reach Northern territory.


    No, even if the ne got to Northern territory, their safety was still not guaranteed.


    The ne must first reach Northern territory, and then it must also be found and rescued by Zenith Harol.


    The enemy had the whole n very well thought out. The fighter jet even hid its signal when it was airborne.


    And now everything that Jack hoped for...was better luck.


    The cabin was being depressurized, in addition to the extremely cold air flowing into the cabin.


    The bone-shattering coldness was eating away at Jack''s body temperature. Eventually, frost formed on top of his eyebrows and eyshes.


    The flight attendants were in even worse shapes than Jack.


    Especially the wounded attendant, she was losing her consciousness slowly but surely in the cold.


    The coldness made Jack shudder.


    With that, he regained himself and yelled, "Lower the altitude! Lower the altitude!"


    "We''re already lowering the altitude, Mr, Hughes! But, the ne had sustained severe damage, I''m afraid that..."


    This time, the pilot''s voice did note from the inte, but instead he was yelling through the door back to Jack.


    "There''s nothing to be afraid of! As long as the ne doesn''t crash, there''s still a chance that we might make it out of this alive!" Jacknded his fists on the door with a loud bang. However.


    "Zoom!"


    A loud noise roared from among the clouds, and echoed throughout the sky.


    At the same time, "Brace for impact!"


    The pilot yelled desperately from the cockpit.


    In an instant, Jack shuddered while his body was tingling. He instinctively arched his body and looked towards the clouds.


    A missile carrying its long trail of smoke, resembling the Grim Reaper swinging his scythe, flew among the clouds and across the sky. It was heading straight for them at neck-breaking speed. Looks like the psycho flying the fighter jet had enough of toying with Jack''s ne.


    And this missile was aimed at the center of mass of the ne, unlike before where different parts of the ne were seemingly targeted at random.


    With the massive speed difference between the missile and its target, it was basically impossible for the ne to dodge.


    At that moment, Jack saw his life shed in front of his eyes, with death rapidly approaching.


    Seeing the missile beeline towards them, he closed his eyes.This belongs to N?velDrama.Org - ?.


    This time, nowhere to run, nowhere to hide.??