Several ard n, wielding AK-like assault rifles, rushed into the plane through the cargo hold and quickly ran out again, shouting sothing in broken English.
"Where's the captain? Where are the other passengers? Why are there only three of you?"
A short, thin man, wearing a headscarf, seed to be their leader, yelling at the three in broken English.
This group of ard n appeared to have at least basic training; only seven or eight of them surrounded the couple and the bald, white old man.
The rest of them spread out, cautiously observing their surroundings. Soone remained standing on the pickup truck with the heavy machine gun mounted on it.
Jack, hiding in the bushes, sighed softly. Things were indeed developing in the worst possible direction.
The passengers on the small hill to the north could also clearly see everything that was happening here; even those with poor eyesight could clearly hear the crisp gunshots.
The won quickly covered their mouths, all trying their best to hide behind bushes or tree trunks, fearing they would be discovered by the ard n in the distance.
Seeing the three remain silent, the skinny leader grinned and pressed his gun against the bald, white man's head.
The white man trembled and pointed in the direction they had co from, "They said they were going southwest, to a town there to ask for help."
"Nonsense! Why didn't we see them on our way here?" the skinny leader roared, forcefully jabbing the gun into the white man's bald head.
The white man's legs buckled, and he fell backward to the ground, flailing his arms wildly, fearing the next bullet would pierce his head.
anwhile, several ard n, grinning lewdly, surrounded the couple, shoving them and speaking incomprehensible gibberish.
"No, we believe in the only one!"
"Ah!" Seeing the n's actions becoming increasingly outrageous, even tearing at his clothes, the man let out a humiliating roar, but was held down by two n.
"I saw them walk along the main road for a short while before entering a small path in the jungle. I don't know anything else, really, please don't kill , please!" The old white man knelt on the ground, pleading desperately, not daring to turn his head, completely unable to bear the tragedy unfolding around him.
The skinny leader snorted, ignoring him, walked past him, took a machete from one of his n, and stood next to the husband.
Another henchman beside him cleverly pulled out his phone, turned on the cara, and started filming.
After shouting sothing, the skinny leader swung his sword forcefully, and a head rolled off.
"Ah!" The old white man was terrified by this scene, crawling away on his knees, but was still splattered with blood.
The wife, already ragged, was so terrified by the sight of her husband being beheaded that she collapsed to the ground, letting out a bloodcurdling scream before losing consciousness.
A burly man with long hair stepped out of the car and slapped the skinny leader on the back of the head, seemingly angry; he appeared to be the true leader of the group.
The burly man waved for his n to take the two surviving hostages to the car, then yelled at the underling, signaling him to clean up the ss himself.
The skinny underling beckoned two n to help him load the headless corpse, along with its severed head, into the back of a pickup truck.
The burly leader shouted to his other n, "You stay here. Take everything useful — computers, jewelry, tablets — and check the plane for anything else valuable. Be back before dark."
With that, he and the others, including the pickup truck with the heavy machine gun, sped away, leaving only four n and two vehicles behind.
The sun rose higher, the temperature increased, and the four bandits rummaged through the passengers' luggage, collecting anything they deed valuable.
Every now and then, they'd find a watch or sothing similar, and excitedly shout, then gather together to examine it, discuss its value, and finally entrust it to one of the n for safekeeping.
Jack secretly cast a healing spell on himself, removing the various sizes of mosquito bites that had afflicted his body. Then he pulled out his Glock 17, checked the gun's condition — it was in fairly good condition.
"What do you want to do?" Gaspare stared wide-eyed at him in disbelief. There were four ard thugs in front of them, and this guy actually thought he could ambush them with just a pistol?
"I need your help," Jack said seriously.
"I'm not going to die with you! I don't even have a knife, and they have four assault rifles. Do you expect them all to jam?" Gaspare retorted angrily.
"Are you good at handgun shooting? We're at least 50 ters away. Before we alert them, I need you to take out at least three of them, leave one alive for ." Jack readily handed over his Glock pistol, the butt pointing towards the other man.
"Can you do that?" Gaspare didn't take the gun, but instead lowered his voice, staring with wide eyes, and angrily retorted.
"Is there internet in Bali?" Jack's question seed completely unrelated to what he was trying to explain.
"Of course, what are you trying to say?" Gaspare was taken aback by his question.
Jack took out a water bottle from his backpack, held it in his hand, and smiled slightly. "Did you see that video from two weeks ago? The shooting in Los Angeles."
Gaspare's large eyes darted back and forth between Jack's face and the water bottle in his hand, and after a long while, he asked in a hoarse voice.
"You're that Starbucks God? Don't lie to , you really didn't just get lucky with that first shot? Even though the video isn't very clear, anyone in the know can see that guy got headshot on the first shot."
"You were at least thirty or forty ters apart." Gaspare emphasized at the end.
"It was forty-one ters. Soone asured it for afterwards. The man in the suit wielding dual pistols was my boss. Do you think I'd dare take a chance?" Jack scoffed, took a sip of water, and put the bottle back.
He then pointed to the long-haired man responsible for safeguarding valuables, "That one looks like the leader. I'll handle the other three. You control him, right?"
Gaspare carefully observed the n's positions, hesitated for a long ti, and finally nodded through gritted teeth.
"I can crawl over and get as close to them as possible, but you'd better be as good as you claim."
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