There was no fear on his face.

"Fake?" The hijacker let out a sinister laugh, then raised the MP5 in his hand.

Rat-tat-tat!

A burst of gunfire sounded.

The middle-aged man was riddled with bullets.

Fell into a pool of blood.

"Ah! It's a real gun, it's a real gun!"

The cabin instantly descended into chaos.

"Damn, Monkey, are you crazy? What if you shoot the plane to pieces?" one hijacker shouted at the shooting hijacker.

"These idiots, if we don't show them we're serious, they won't listen obediently!"

"Hurry up, I'm saying it one more time, everyone, put all your valuables into this bag. Anyone who dares to disobey will end up like him!" The hijacker pointed the gun at the middle-aged man lying in the blood.

The passengers had never seen such a scene before.

One by one, they started to bring out their valuables.

Those who could afford a plane ticket were basically wealthy.

Though they didn't have much cash on them.

But, with watches, jewelry, and the like, it added up.

What's scarier is, the hijackers had their own POS machines.

One by one, they forced people to swipe their cards.

If anyone dared not to, they'd be shot dead on the spot!

Two hijackers were collecting possessions.

The other three hijackers were arrogantly smoking on the plane.

If it were any other time.

The air marshals or flight attendants would have come to stop them.

But now, those air marshals and flight attendants were so scared they were kneeling on the floor with their hands over their heads.

"Damn it, boss, since we have nothing to do, why don't we find some girls and have some fun?"

"Yo, that flight attendant looks nice."

"The woman in the third row looks good too."

"..."

Hearing the hijackers' discussions, the women, one by one, quickly lowered their heads.

Terrified of being chosen by the hijackers.

Moreover, listening to their conversations, it seemed they were sick.

An ordinary illness is fine.

But if they had AIDS.

That would be the end of it.

AIDS is most prevalent in Myanmar.

"Damn it, all of you raise your heads for me, if anyone dares to keep their head down, I'll blow them up with a shot!" a hijacker cursed seeing the women all shrink their heads under the seats.

"Damn it, if someone pretty wants to lower their head, it's fine, but what the hell is with someone as ugly as you lowering your head?" The hijacker directly picked up a handgun and shot the nearest woman who was relatively unattractive.

Seeing that the hijacker really shot someone, the women were terrified.

One by one, they had no choice but to raise their heads.

Leaving it to the hijackers to choose.

In the past, being pretty was their proudest asset.

But now.

Pretty women wished they were ugly.

"All come out, come with me to first class!"

The people in first class had already been driven out to business class.

"Help us, someone help us!"

The women cried out for help.

But at this time, who would dare to stand up?

That's suicide.

"Wait!"

Finally, someone stood up.

The women looked over.

But disappointment was written on their faces.

If the person who stood up was a burly man.

Even though strength is useless in the face of guns.

At least it would give some sense of security.

But now, it was a slender woman who stood up.

It was the woman who had been reading a newspaper.

The woman was quite tall, almost 1.7 meters.

But isn't she just serving herself up to the hijackers?

The men shook their heads.

This woman was quite pretty.

The hijackers had already chosen and didn't pick her, which was lucky for her.

But unexpectedly, she stood up voluntarily.

"Oh, didn't expect we missed a gem!" The hijackers' eyes lit up when they saw the woman standing.

This woman, sitting in the corner, had gone unnoticed by them.

"What's up, pretty lady? Do you want to play with us too?" A hijacker said with a wicked smile.

"Sure, but I don't like one-on-one games, I prefer many-on-one." The woman said calmly.

"Oh, so open, huh? How about the few of us brothers have a five-on-one with you?" The hijacker grinned wickedly.

"That would be wonderful." The woman said.

Everyone was dumbfounded.

Damn, what's going on here?

Is there actually someone volunteering to take the hit?

And wanting five-on-one no less.

"Let them go; I alone can keep you company enough." The woman walked out from her window seat.

Then headed towards first class.

Though the woman was dressed casually.

Wearing just a loose T-shirt revealing one shoulder.

Tight jeans below.

But this simple outfit made her look exceptionally attractive.

This must be what they call poise.

Some women, no matter how heavily made-up, don't look good anywhere.

Some women, without any makeup, are still breathtakingly beautiful.

This T-shirt woman was clearly the latter kind.

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