Winner Takes All

Rumble, rumble...

Outside of the aircraft, the terrifying roar of the fighter jets' engines resonated through the air.

The sound was like Sanskrit for death from above, echoing throughout the cabin.

The two flight attendants hugged each other and broke down into tears.

As civil aviation flight attendants, they had never seen such a scene right before their eyes.

As for Jack, he was sitting in his chair. His expression went gloomy to the core.

He lifted his hand and picked up his phone. Trying to contact Zenith.

The only solution... at tens of thousands-metre high altitude, the only solution that he could think of was to contact Zenith and the three hundred thousand Dragon Calvary.

As soon as the phone screen lit up, Jack instantly felt a wave of anger rose in his chest as if a volcano had erupted.

There's no signal!

No, to be precise, the signal had been jammed.

"Damn it!"

Even Jack couldn't help but curse at that moment.

At the tens of thousands of metre high altitude, even the strongest people were useless.

And the abyssal gap between civilian aircraft and fighter jets had pushed Jack into a situation of absolute death.

In the eyes of the fighter jets, a civilian aircraft was no different from target practice, even if it was very maneuverable.

Jack's eyes scowled at the fighter jets weaving in and out of the sea of clouds outside.

They kept flying around the civilian aircraft as if they were waiting for the best time to start hunting. Or as if... they were just purely mocking their prey.

After all, in the eyes of either pilots of the fighters or Jack and the other, they all knew very well how it would end!

There was no way to counter it!

And no chance of survival!

As the captain flying the aircraft had said, the only thing left they could do then was to stall as long as they could. Or else... they would face their ultimate demise! With the missile attack just then.

Jack had felt that the aircraft had increased its speed. But at such speed was still ridiculously slow in front of the fighters.

How could a tortoise outrun a falcon?

The fighter jets kept circling their aircraft. It was like they were surrounded by death, as the fighters could launch another missile at any moment. Inside the cabin.

The atmosphere was tense.

The horror of death knocking on their doors was suffocating.

Jack asked in a deep voice, "How long before we reach the Northern territory?"

The two flight attendants who were already terrified could not hear Jack's question clearly. they were still crying when Jack asked.

Jack was anxious and shouted directly, "I said how long before we reach the Northern territory?"

"Three minutes!"

It was not the two flight attendants who responded to him. It was the captain who was flying the plane.

Three minutes?!

Jack's expression became extremely gloomy. His pupils contracted suddenly.

At that moment, there was a depressive feeling swarming his whole body. It made his entire body stiff and sweaty.

Three minutes was short.

But that's a long, long time for the situation at hand...

It would not be an exaggeration to say that it was three deadly minutes.

Because in that short three minutes, the fighter jets hovering outside had countless opportunities to strike!

Unable to fight back and only able to dodge. If one of the fighters could land a direct hit, it was enough for them and their aircraft to crash from tens of thousand metre in height and kill them instantly. "Three minutes. Survive as long as it takes to get into the Northern territory. And we'll be saved!"

In the corners of Jack's eyes were bulging with veins and trembling. At that moment, he was shouting, and he was a little manic.

"Re, Really?"

The captain's voice was heard from the cockpit PA system in disbelief.

"Yes!"

Jack said in a firm and decisive tone.

It was clear to him that the current situation was so dire that even a child would acknowledge it.

If he couldn't calm the captain and the flight attendants, the situation would only deteriorate to the point of desperation.

Having hope, everything was possible. If there's no hope, that's something to be frightened of.

His life was already in the hands of the captain and this aircraft. If the captain was hopeless and didn't see any way of survival, it would mean total doom to everyone.

In Jack's dictionary, there's no 'wait and die.'

He would fight until the very last breath. He would never give in.

Even he was unsure whether the plane would be spotted immediately by Zenith and the Dragon Cavalry as they headed into the northern border.

But now... they could only bet on this one!

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In the PA system, the captain's voice was extremely deep. His response was certain.

His tone was different from before.

As if a desperate person had finally grabbed hold of the only chance of getting out of the situation. It had given him hope.

However.

After they had finished speaking.

Whoosh!

In the distance, the sound of wind breaking was heard.

Jack's body tingled as he turned his head to look out of the window. The fighter jets circling around had slowed down at some point. A missile was flying right towards them and trailed a long afterburn.

"Ahhh!"

Inside the cabin.

The two flight attendants screamed at the same time.

In the meantime.

Jack could also sense that the captain was steering the aircraft to dodge it.

But... with such speed in dodging was insignificant when it came to missiles!

Boom!

A loud explosion was heard.

The whole aircraft was trembling after the loud bang. This time, even Jack could clearly see a giant fireball forming at the back of the plane's tail through the clear window. The fireball was like a wave of fire, instantly surging the fuselage and towards the front.

In a flash, Jack's vision was blurred by the wave of fire.

The only good thing was that it all came and went so quickly.

Just when they thought the danger was over.

The whole aircraft, however, still didn't recover from the trembling.

This time, the explosion was even worse than the one before!

This time, even a shrill alarm sounded inside the cabin.

The two flight attendants were utterly dumbfounded, hugging each other and shivering. Their tears streamed down, but they couldn't even cry out.

Inside the cockpit, the captain was sweating profusely. His expression was filled with fear and tense as he struggled to maneuver the plane and try to stall as long as possible.

Jack was sitting in his seat, listening to the sound of the alarm in the cabin.

There was cold sweat seeping out of his back. There was a numbing sensation throughout his body.

Even if his sanity was keeping him calm.

But his hands were clenched into fists on the armrest as they trembled uncontrollably.

The feeling of sitting where he was, and his fate entirely in the hands of others while he could do nothing about it, had caused Jack to have an urge of freaking out.

The feeling of helplessness, hopelessness, and even despair.

All sorts of feelings cascaded as if they were going to drown Jack.

"Can we... really survive three minutes?"

This was the thought in Jack's mind.

As he pondered about it.

Suddenly, his gaze faltered.

In his sight, the fighter jets, which had been far apart, had suddenly roared into action and flew straight towards them. As if a predator was going to pounce on its prey.

The distances drew closer.

Da da da da...

A dense muzzle flash instantly spewed out from beneath the fighters.

In a flash, the sky was filled with bullets...000000