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Within the first-class cabin, there stood no less than eight S members.
"Stop crying," one S member barked at the girl quietly sobbing in front, his eyes widening in anger.
The girl was startled and hurriedly wiped away the tears on her face.
"Cry again, and I'll drag you out and slaughter you," he said menacingly, holding a gun.
The other passengers were furious but dared not speak, some of the younger ones with anger glinting in their eyes, wanting to stand up to the S members, but the sight of guns pointed at them kept them still.
With eight people, there were a total of eight submachine guns, enough to mow down everyone in the cabin.
The S member guarding the aisle was clearly hot-tempered, holding his gun as he coldly scanned the seated passengers, but at that moment, he frowned.
"You, the one with the kid, come out."
The woman pointed at was panicked, her child in her arms seemingly frightened out of its wits and suddenly began to cry.
"Waah"
