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. In