Chapter 369

An old lady from Vexburg asked the young men curiously, "Are you assembling toys, young men? You seem really great at it! My grandson loves this, too. He dreams of becoming an employee at a toy company."

One of the foreigners named Jim Denton smiled and said, "Yeah. We work at a toy factory."

Soon, however, their true objectives were revealed. Jim smugly showed the old lady the "toys" he and his friends had assembled-they were actually guns.

It was too late for the old lady when she realized the truth. Jim pulled the trigger without hesitation, ending her life without even batting an eye.

Screams erupted in the cabin. The passengers looked at the twisted expressions on the men's faces, belatedly realizing that their flight was being hijacked.

Jim and his friends ruthlessly threatened, "Pray to the heavens! We're hijacking this flight, and you're about to embark on the best journey of your life!"

The passengers in the first-class cabin were still unaware of the chaos in the economy cabin. It was silent there, and most of the passengers had already fallen asleep. A few were typing away on their laptops or observing the cabin.

A balding man seated close to the cabin door was secretly flirting with an air stewardess, who looked pleased. After all, anyone who could afford to fly first class on an intercontinental flight had to be rich or powerful.

Suddenly, the silence was broken by hurried footsteps. One of the hijackers, Dominic Young, burst into the cabin while brandishing his gun. He was followed by a few lackeys.

The balding man was pissed at the sight of them. "This is the first-class cabin, dude! It's not a place just about anyone can enter!" For more chapters visit

Dominic smiled cruelly. "You can fly first class to heaven."

A gunshot rang out, ending the balding man's life. The air stewardess was terrified by this and screamed, "Don't kill me!"

That didn't save her. She collapsed in a puddle of blood after a gunshot to the head.

The first-class passengers were rudely awakened by the gunshots. When they saw the two dead bodies on the floor and the smoking gun in Dominic's hand, all they could think of was that they were doomed.

Wendy and Wilhelmina trembled in their seats. They'd grown up in affluent environments and had never witnessed anything like this. Despite holding high positions in reputable companies, they were still young women, after all.

Despair washed over them as they thought of news articles they'd read about plane hijackings. They couldn't help bursting into tears.

Dominic was evidently irritated by the sobbing. He threatened, "I don't want to hear anyone cry. One more sniffle and I'll kill all of you."

The cold order made the crying abruptly stop. He looked around, a sinister glint flickering in his eyes when his gaze landed on Wendy and Wilhelmina in the front

row.

He let out a wicked laugh and said, "Damn! Look at those two chicks! The angels must've sent them down here to save us monsters!"

Wendy and Wilhelmina's alarm bells rang at that. A sense of danger washed over them they could imagine what was about to happen.

Wendy mustered the courage to shakily ask, "W-What are you guys doing?"

She spoke in Zargonian, which the terrorists didn't understand.

Dominic snarled, "Speak Federian, bitch. Beg me for mercy!"