Buzzing!
Blood gushed out like a fountain from the wound on the pilot's neck. As it spurted out, his body went limp, and his finger remained on the trigger.
Bang!
A gunshot echoed, and the bullet hit somewhere on the aircraft, igniting a brief spark before fading away.
"Huff huff!"
Qin Hao lay on the ground, his chest heaving rapidly, breathing intensely and urgently.
"Damn it, why bother? I wasn't planning to kill you so soon."
Qin Hao thought helplessly. If only the pilot hadn't acted foolishly, he wouldn't have killed him immediately.
Even if he had to kill, it should have been after landing.
Speaking of landing, Qin Hao felt something was off. Was he still on the aircraft?
The pilot was dead, so who was going to fly the plane?
"Damn it!"
Almost the moment Qin Hao realized this, a sense of imbalance hit him, and a tremendous force pushed him toward the door.
Thud!
