A woman like this, at first glance, you might casually look away from her.
But once you take a closer look.
You'll find.
The more you look, the more striking she becos.
However, everyone is puzzled.
What is this woman really up to?
Does she intend to take down these hijackers?
Is that possible?
Not to ntion that these hijackers have firearms.
Even if they didn't.
With her delicate body.
How could she possibly deal with these robust hijackers?
But no matter what.
The won picked by the other hijackers are now free.
At least temporarily.
The hijackers are not fools; since they managed to bring firearms onto the plane.
Clearly, they're highly capable.
They know it might be a trap.
But, does it really matter?
They outnumber them, and they have firearms.
"Bear, you don't like won anyway, why don't you stay behind and watch these people, and the rest of us can have so fun with that chick..." the hijacker suggested to the tallest and strongest of the five hijackers.
After the hijackers discussed,
Bear stayed to watch the passengers, while the others headed toward the first-class cabin.
Each hijacker wore an uncontrollable look of excitent.
Bear was standing alone, holding an MP5, yawning.
Waiting for his comrades to finish up.
However, a good twenty minutes passed, yet nothing stirred in first class.
But Bear didn't pay much attention to it.
Just one woman, after all.
They were more than just re hijackers.
Before becoming hijackers.
They were infamous mbers of the Poison Snake Team.
Each of them, comparable to those so-called Kings of Soldiers.
"Brother, I, I..." At this point, a flight attendant suddenly showed a difficult expression to Bear.
"What do you want?"
"I, I need to go..." the flight attendant said, looking particularly distressed.
As if genuinely in dire need.
"Need to go? Fine, then just do it here." Bear sneered.
"Here..." The flight attendant's face stiffened.
There were so many people here; how could she possibly have the nerve?
"Brother, please, I really can't hold it anymore..." the flight attendant pleaded again.
"I said do it here!"
The flight attendant seed genuinely desperate.
The so-called urgency of nature.
One can't possibly be forced to hold it till death.
But at that mont.
Suddenly a figure charged at Bear.
It was a male flight attendant!
He took advantage of Bear's distraction, secretly approaching Bear.
Then rushed at Bear, attempting to tackle him to the ground.
It turned out that the flight attendant hadn't really been desperate to go.
But was intentionally diverting Bear's attention.
Allowing the male flight attendant to suddenly make his move.
Bear's full attention was focused on the flight attendant.
Caught off guard, he was indeed tackled to the ground by the male flight attendant!
And the gun in Bear's hand was pinned down.
"Quick, help take the gun from his hand!" The male flight attendant shouted to the passengers after succeeding.
Once the gun was taken.
There would be leverage against the other hijackers.
Undoubtedly that male flight attendant was very courageous.
He communicated with the flight attendant with his eyes.
The flight attendant distracted the hijacker.
Then he made his sudden move.
It seed feasible.
But in reality, it was extrely risky.
Since the opponent, after all, had a gun.
If he hadn't succeeded, he would have been shot instantly.
Fortunately, he succeeded.
For the mont, he had subdued the hijacker.
Now, all it needed was for a passenger to step forward and help take the gun from the hijacker's hand.
However, no passengers moved.
After all, these were heinous hijackers.
Ard to the teeth.
And crucially, there were still several hijackers in first class.
Subduing one hijacker.
What if the other hijackers rushed in?
It would be all over.
The male flight attendant didn't expect this turn of events.
He had subdued a hijacker.
Yet no one dared to help.
"Hurry up!" The male flight attendant felt he couldn't keep down the hijacker much longer.
After all, Bear was a huge, burly guy.
Bear realized too; although he was pinned down by the male flight attendant,
Bear was just too strong.
The hand holding the MP5 slowly rose.
The male flight attendant, with both hands, couldn't keep it down.
"Quick, soone help him!"
The passengers remained indifferent.
The male flight attendant watched as the barrel of Bear's gun slowly lined up with him, a look of despair spread across his face.
Ta-ta-ta!
The crisp sound of the MP5 echoed in the cabin.
The male flight attendant fell into a pool of blood.
Eyes wide open.
Dying with a grievance!
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