"These are Russia's most advanced fighter jets, we're doomed."
A passenger plane encountering a fighter jet becomes a living target in the sky, with being shot down as the only outcome.
The passengers who had just escaped the God of Death's grasp felt their nerves tighten once more; this was a public sea area, making rescue impossible.
Even if there were rescuers, they couldn't save them before the fighter jets shot them down.
"My dear child, it's grandpa who couldn't protect you..." Nus's face was ashen as he held Julia tightly in his arms.
At this moment, it seemed there was no other way but to wait for death...
"It's okay, grandpa, Julia's not afraid of dying..." The little girl's big eyes were filled with fear, but she was still comforting her grandpa.
Just when everyone thought they were doomed, a myriad of golden lights suddenly shone outside the window.
Boom!
A tremendous roar echoed, and the passenger plane shook violently.
