Chapter 909: Chapter 883:
The blonde’s man immediately didn’t dare to move, watching the dark muzzle of the gun, watching his own girlfriend being dragged off the chair by Blacky, and even hearing his woman’s desperate cries, he was powerless. At this moment, he finally felt the humiliation of being a man.
"Peter, save me, save me, I don’t want this..." The woman shouted desperately, and the passengers beside her felt it was going too far.
"Haha..." However, the five armed men revealed perverse smiles, smiles filled with evil.
Soon, the woman was dragged to the back storage room by Blacky. She struggled frantically but was slapped to the ground by Blacky. The slap left her dizzy, blood streaming from the corner of her mouth. She lay on the storage room floor, and Blacky pounced on her, tearing her clothing, ripping off her panties. He frantically seized the blonde’s firm breasts, then began to bite, to suck.
Soon he pulled out that gigantic thing; the black man’s member was indeed mighty, like a Sky Pillar, towering towards the sky, intimidating to behold. He ruthlessly thrust it into the woman’s private parts. The woman let out an earth-shattering scream.
Just now she had already been raped by that brown-haired man, and now being raped by Blacky again, the woman felt a tearing pain in her lower body, making her instinctively cry out. Moreover, the man’s tool was so huge, its abrupt entry made her feel like she was about to explode.
The woman’s desperate cries made her man feel a rush of madness. He gritted his teeth, sat excitedly in his seat, shivering all over, while countless strange glances surrounded him, and he finally erupted. He gritted his teeth and said, "I... I’ll fight it out with you all!"
He quickly stood up from his seat, then dashed swiftly towards the storage compartment at the back of the plane, his emotions extremely agitated.
"Hey buddy, stop right there!" The four armed supervisors immediately shouted. But that guy didn’t listen at all and, as if possessed, charged straight in.
In the storage room, Blacky was playing old man wheelbarrow, lifting the woman’s legs onto his shoulders, and slowly moving his hips, enjoying the pleasure and excitement between each thrust. However, while Blacky was enjoying himself with closed eyes, he suddenly felt a sharp pain at the back of his head, followed by a burning sensation. He turned his head and saw that it was the woman’s man.
"Bastard, I’ll kill you!" Blacky was instantly furious, and he decisively withdrew from the woman’s body to search for his gun. The man wasn’t stupid; he wouldn’t give the other a chance. He quickly stepped up and kicked Blacky hard in the chest, then rushed forward and grabbed the man’s handgun. Holding the gun, he shouted angrily, "You sons of bitches, I’ll kill you all!"
"Don’t, don’t be reckless, brother!" Blacky hastily raised his hands, indicating no hostility, but the thing below him was still standing proud, while the blonde lying on the ground was already covered in bruises. The man hastily stepped forward to support his girlfriend. Blacky seemed ready to act at any moment.
Bang...
This action completely enraged the blonde’s man. He aimed the gun at Blacky’s nether region and fired. The shot left Blacky’s member a bloody mess, likely rendering it unsalvageable. At least one of its two eggs was shattered. Blacky clutched his crotch, then fell to the ground, wailing in agony, "Oh, damn it, it hurts like hell, help!"
"Oh no, this SOB killed Carter!" When the other four men arrived, Blacky was kneeling on the ground. Everyone was stunned. They rushed over, but Peter fired one shot at them holding the gun.
"Holy shit, this guy has a gun!" The four men quickly dodged without a word, bullets whizzing past the seat edges. Peter was scared out of his wits. Though he had shooting experience, fighting against so many terrorists in such a setting made him feel he couldn’t hold onto the gun.
"Peter, what are you saving me for, let me die!" The blonde woman sobbed.
"No, I can’t let you die. Even if we die, we’ll die together!" Peter held the woman, gripping the gun, saying, "Honey, stay inside. I’ll go out there and fight them!"
"No, don’t leave me!" The woman pleaded.
"I won’t leave you, I’m just going ahead!" The man trembled all over, kissed the woman, then turned and rushed out, firing wildly at the place where the men were hiding. Firing on a plane is extremely dangerous, as it can break the fuselage at any moment. At an altitude of over ten thousand meters, once the fuselage is breached, it will have very dangerous consequences.
He couldn’t care about so much, but unfortunately, before he could fire a few shots, he was immediately hit in the brain by the other side. The bullet entered through the left temple and exited through the right temple. The man turned to look at his woman, then slowly fell down.
"Peter!" the woman exclaimed. She quickly rushed out. The woman’s voice drew the attention of the passengers on the plane, and they turned towards this side. They looked at Peter lying on the floor, with a tinge of regret on their faces, yet they were very agitated, each standing up, seeming to want to seek revenge against those hijackers.
"What are you doing, what are you doing, are you rebelling?" The hijackers aimed their guns at the passengers who had stood up, angrily saying, "Everyone sit down, or we’ll shoot!"
Being passengers after all, they had no choice but to sit back down obediently. The brown-haired man rushed into the storage compartment, dragged out the black man, leaving a trail of blood on the floor as he was carried out. The man beside exclaimed, "Did they blow his balls to pieces?"
"Possibly!" Others nodded in agreement.
"Hehe, Blacky won’t be enjoying this meal, so leave it to me!" A nearby man, rather lacking in height and looking like an old rogue, had a pair of big eyes but a flat nose. His mouth was large, filled with yellow and nauseating teeth. His smile revealed uneven teeth, and he showed a cunning grin as he walked toward the blonde.
He pounced on the weak blonde again like a hungry wolf. The blonde had already been humiliated by two men, now facing a third. She never imagined she would end up like this, so unfortunate and unlucky. She felt she might as well commit suicide. The short man held the blonde’s full breasts like cherished toys, continuously sucking on them.
Soon, he pulled out his thing from his pants. Although his stature was short, what he wielded was not small at all, even comparable to that of Old Ghost. He grinned, then thrust the long spear viciously between the woman’s legs. A flurry of sounds filled the storage compartment.
"Haha, this short guy really has a long gun!" The brown-haired man smiled.
"Indeed, that’s his only asset!" Another man nodded. Four guys remained; Blacky was dragged to the medical room for bleeding control, something having been blown apart likely making him a eunuch. The brown-haired man sighed, "Old Ghost’s life is ruined just like that."
"Sigh, without women for life, living probably loses its meaning!" The man beside sighed, the two conversing.
Just as the two were chatting, suddenly a shadow flashed by, and the two exchanged glances, hurriedly turning to find whoever it was, but a fist came straight at them, slamming into their throats. The punch left them dizzy, and as they tried desperately to shout, they found they couldn’t make a sound, Ye Chen’s punch landing right on their voice boxes, rendering them voiceless.
"Hmph, learned nothing good, only beastly behaviors!" Ye Chen coldly stared at them, then took out a dagger from his pocket. Just as Ye Chen was about to end their lives, Morris hurried to stop him, saying, "No, don’t kill them, just knock them out, isn’t that enough?"
"Isn’t killing them the point of no return?" Ye Chen looked puzzled at Morris.
"I can’t stand the sight of blood, let’s avoid killing if we can!" Morris quickly said.
"Hehe, didn’t expect you to be merciful now?" Ye Chen coldly laughed. "Had you been merciful to my brother Liu the Tyrant at the time, maybe I wouldn’t have been so cruel to you!"
"Sigh, it’s too late for words now!" Morris smiled awkwardly.
Ye Chen knocked the two unconscious, then walked toward the short man, who was intensely focused on his ’activity.’ His eyes were closed, savoring the pleasure of each movement, and taking pride in the cries the blonde made under his lowly body. He was lost to everything, seemingly immersed in his own world.
"Beast!" Ye Chen gritted his teeth, beside him was the corpse of the blonde woman’s man, and next to that, the scene of her being violated. The man’s corpse still had its eyes open, half his body outside the door, head inside, eyes wide as if watching his woman being violated.