"Bang!"
A gunshot reverberated through the dim airplane cabin, shattering the almost suffocating silence that had oppressed everyone.
The gun was in Wang Dong's hands. His face was tense, even fearful, as he pulled the trigger.
His target was a nearby passenger.
Just moments ago, he had seen a hand appear on the shoulder of this passenger... The hand, covered in blood, had eerily reached out from behind. Someone next to them screamed. By the time he arrived, he could only clench his teeth, draw his gun, and fire.
At a distance of about one meter, Wang Dong didn't believe he could miss.
One shot hit the bloodied, eerie palm.
Flesh exploded, and blood splattered.
The hand detached from the passenger's shoulder and fell to the floor.
"It worked." Wang Dong's palms were sweaty, but seeing this, he finally exhaled a little.
The attacked passenger's ears were buzzing. Terrified and bewildered, they slumped against the cabin wall, not daring to move.
