Gunshots suddenly rang out, and the prisoners' agonizing wails echoed through the cells, failing to quell the obnoxious din of the inmates. Even witnessing their prison buddies' grim condition elicited no sympathy; instead, they burst into loud laughter, wishing further misfortune upon them.
Bang, bang, bang—Pang Meiqin had taken ten steps and had already blown up the lower bodies of six unfortunate prisoners. They writhed in pools of blood, screaming continuously, their faces contorted in pain.
"Call a doctor—quick, get me a doctor!" A prisoner stammered in fear, irritating the Beautiful Leg Stewardess, who shot him again in the lung. With that shot, he quieted down since his punctured lung prevented him from making any sound.
