The Born Winner (Jack and Katherine)

Chapter 871 The Kill After The Thrill!

“Brrrrrrrr…”

A hail of bullets peppered the fuselage of the plane in a flash.

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

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

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

Moreover, the steel of the fuselage, 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 glass, 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 fuselage

under the seats were filled with bullet impact dents, as if it was a lead-filled honeycomb.

It was a private jet.

Because of that, the plane itself was not particularly big, which meant that the plane did not have a lot

of resistance against impacts in general, and absolutely not enough to resist bullets.

Moreover.

A civilian plane’s purpose was obviously to be used by civilians for civilian flights.

Who would have thought, a civilian plane 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 plane like a hailstorm, but instead of ice, high velocity lead pummeled the

plane.

More and more new holes were being formed on the fuselage with sparks accompanying each bullet

impact.

Meanwhile, the fighter jet with overwhelming fire superiority over the hapless plane, like a predator

toying with its prey, circled the plane 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

plane with bullets instead of using the missiles. They were obviously taking their sweet time to slowly

pick the plane 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 playing with their prey, his plane might stand a chance to survive

the attack.

Or else, a missile could very easily blow his plane 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 fuselage 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 plane started speeding up.

In reality, the pilot had already sped up the plane ever since the fighter jet showed up, and now… The

pilot had probably put the plane in full throttle.

Even with the plane travelling at its top speed, it was still outpaced by the fighter jet, who never ceased

firing its guns relentlessly on the plane.

Jack was scared and perturbed.

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

“Bang!”

“Aaah!”

Accompanying the sound of glass 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 glass window made an ear-piercing blowing sound.

The air pressure in the pressurized cabin changed dramatically.

The plane 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 plane 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 plane was able to reach Northern territory.

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

The plane must first reach Northern territory, and then it must also be found and rescued by Zenith Belongs to (N)ôvel/Drama.Org.

Harol.

The enemy had the whole plan 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 eyelashes.

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 plane had sustained severe damage, I’m

afraid that…”

This time, the pilot’s voice did not come from the intercom, but instead he was yelling through the door

back to Jack.

“There’s nothing to be afraid of! As long as the plane doesn’t crash, there’s still a chance that we might

make it out of this alive!”

Jack landed 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 plane.

And this missile was aimed at the center of mass of the plane, unlike before where different parts of the

plane were seemingly targeted at random.

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

the plane to dodge.

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

Seeing the missile beeline towards them, he closed his eyes.

This time, nowhere to run, nowhere to hide.