A Life Beyond Limits novel Chapter 372

Wendy's and Wilhelmina's eyes were filled with dread and despair. They looked ashen, and their clothes were falling apart as they struggled to break free.

Their efforts were in vain, though. The terrorists surrounded them like hungry wolves—the only thing they could do now was delay the inevitable.

One of the terrorists aimed a gun at an innocent pilot, while the other held a walkie-talkie. He was ruthlessly negotiating with people on the ground in Vexburgian.

The terrorists didn't have a sliver of pity or hesitation in their eyes. All they wanted to do was pursue money and their desires.

The door between the cockpit and cabin was like an invisible wall that kept the danger in the cockpit away from the outside world.

Wendy's and Wilhelmina's voices were filled with pleading and terror. However, this only served to make the terrorists even more excited to eat them up.

Jim and Mack enjoyed the pleasure derived from their prey's futile struggles. They didn't hurry to do anything. Instead, they wanted to savor the fruits of their labor.

Their evil laughter mingled with the women's sobs, forming a heartbreaking scene. Suddenly, a knock interrupted them.

Jim growled, "Damn it! I told those idiots out there not to disturb us, didn't I?"

Despite his displeasure, he still got up to open the door. As soon as he did so, a hand swiftly reached inside and grabbed his hair, dragging him out.

Everything had happened so abruptly that the rest of the terrorists in the cockpit exchanged lost looks. They had no idea what had just happened. They even thought that one of their own was playing a prank by dragging Jim out.

Bill moved toward the door with his gun cocked; the two ran right into each other. Jack swept a gaze over them, noticing that Eugene was unarmed. All he held was the walkie-talkie. He decided to focus on Bill.

Bill was tall and burly. He was disdainful of Jack, thinking the latter, who seemed scrawny to him, didn't stand a chance against him.

He even lowered his gun and used a blade as his weapon. After all, he and his accomplices were also worried about damaging the aircraft with stray bullets. He didn't realize this was exactly what Jack wanted.

As Bill swung a fist, Jack met it with a punch of his own. Their fists collided, and the sound of breaking bones rang out.

Bill didn't seem to feel the pain, though. To him and his accomplices, pain and injuries came hand in hand with what they did. In fact, the pain seemed to make him more feral and manic.