At 6:20 in the morning, a Boeing 747 aircraft from United Airlines is starting to board at London International Airport.

　　 Soon this large civil aircraft, almost full of passengers, slowly entered the runway, gradually accelerated, and then soared into the sky. For the next seven and a half hours, it will maintain an altitude of 8,000 meters above the ground and fly to New York International Airport.

　　 Twenty minutes later, the plane enters the autopilot state, at this time the passengers can unfasten their seat belts and move around freely. The flight attendants also started to get busy, preparing food and blankets for the passengers.

　　 Just when an air hostess took the elevator down to the storage bin on the next floor, she didn't pay attention when she was about to get the food, and a sturdy man followed. Before the stewardess called out, he grabbed the opponent's neck and slammed into the iron cabinet nearby.

　　 Blood splashed from the forehead of the stewardess, she fell to the ground, her body twitched a few times weakly, and she couldn't breathe.

　　 The man looked at the corpse on the ground indifferently, walked to the innermost part of the storage bin, and pulled out a large suitcase from a cabinet that was supposed to be filled with blankets. He dragged the suitcase into the elevator, and when he got up, his companions were already waiting at the door.

　　 opened the suitcase, which was filled with guns and ammunition.

　　 These people quickly allocated their weapons, and then rushed to their predetermined location according to the pre-rehearsal plan.

　　 "Sit down, all sit down for me!"

　　 "If you Malefack don't want to die, just sit back for me!"

　　 "Did you hear what I said? Sit down for me... Sit down!"

　　 There were screams one after another in the plane, and the panicked passengers all sat obediently on their seats under the muzzle of the black hole.

　　 And two men rushed to the cockpit door at the first moment. The time they pinched was very precise. At this time, the flight attendant delivered coffee to the captain. The cockpit door was not completely closed, and the two of them slammed the door open and rushed in.

"Don't move, this plane listens to me now." The cold muzzle hit the captain's and deputy captain's heads, and a man said grimly, "Turn off the radio for me and turn on the aircraft's internal communication system. , Don’t move, I know how to fly a plane. If you’re stupid, it’s a big deal to change it for me, do you understand?"

　　 The captain swallowed hard, nodded lightly, and slowly stretched out his hand, pressing a few buttons on the densely packed instrument in front.

　　 The man made a gesture and motioned to another companion. He stared at the two captains and co-pilots, and escorted the stewardess who delivered the coffee out of the cockpit. At this time, a middle-aged man with a short stature and sparse hair slowly walked over.

try{mad1(\'gad2\');}catch(ex){}　　 "Badawi, we have taken control of this plane."

The middle-aged man nodded lightly when he heard the words, looked at the terrified flight attendant, and smiled slightly: "This beautiful lady, please go back below and comfort the passengers, how about? Don't worry, as long as you cooperate, we It will never hurt you."

　　 At the same time, a public phone called the Pentagon in the United States.

"...If you want to rescue these 235 passengers and crew, you must release our great leader Harves. Only when he waits on the private jet and calls us, we will land safely to Washington Airport. At that time we will release half of the passengers in exchange for fuel. Then we will fly to Verostan, where we will release the remaining passengers..."

　　 "...Don't play tricks, otherwise you just wait to give these 235 people a silent tribute..."

　　 Inside the Pentagon, the ministers of the Ministry of State Affairs can have frost on their faces, and the meeting room is full of other senior officials and generals of the Ministry of State Affairs. On the huge screen opposite, President Robert also looked very ugly: "Who can explain to me who is this so-called Harves?"

The Chinese Minister made a gesture, and James frowned and said: "Mr. President, Harves is the leader of a terrorist organization active in the Middle East and Europe. Captured, currently being held in a prison of our allies for a secret interrogation."

　　 "Did something come out?" Robert said irritably, "Now this hijacking incident has been stabbed in the media, if that Harves is not of much value, we can't..."

　　 "Mr. President, we do not negotiate with terrorists."

　　The Minister of the State Party suddenly interrupted Robert and shouted in a deep voice.

　　 Robert's face instantly cooled down: "Of course I won't negotiate with terrorists, but we also have to consider the innocent people on the plane. Can we just watch them die with the terrorists?"

　　 James waved his hand: "Mr. President, now we suspect that this hijacking incident is a smoke bomb, and they may want to cause more terrifying destruction."

"Evidence, James, I want evidence." Robert knocked **** the table. "Don't be like the last time. The intelligence didn’t figure out anything, so I hurried to report it. You must know that since 9th, we in the United States will suffer every day. Terrorist threats, if we had to investigate them one by one without evidence, then our country would have been messed up a long time ago."

try{mad1(\'gad2\');}catch(ex){}　　 "There is evidence this time, Mr. President." James opened the folder in front of him and showed two photos, "Three months ago, the United Kingdom There was a theft in a secret military warehouse, and the one-ton VX sarin gas bomb hidden in it was missing. We suspected that this incident was planned by Harves behind the scenes, so we arrested it."

　　 "After this period of interrogation, Harves did not tell the specific whereabouts of the poisonous gas, but admitted that the poisonous gas was in the hands of his confidant, Badawi."

James put down the photo ~lightnovelpub.net~ and said in a deep voice, "Badawi is very familiar with him. He is a fanatic. He has planned many terrorist attacks in the Western world. So now I doubt that batch of people. The poison gas is on the plane, and his purpose is to use this plane to attack us."

"For example... When the plane landed at Washington Airport, the gas bomb was detonated. By that time, more than 235 people would have died." James took a deep breath. "It is no exaggeration to say, at least the entire East Coast. Will suffer heavy losses."

　　 Robert frowned: "That VX gas is so powerful?"

"Let me make an analogy." James took out a pen, dipped it in his water glass, and flicked it on the table. "Just the drop of water, if it is VX gas, then there is no room in this room. There will be living people."

　　 Everyone's complexion is even more ugly.

　　 "So does the Ministry of the People's Republic of China have a rescue plan now?" Robert gritted his teeth, "You can't let the plane enter the border, and at the same time safely rescue all passengers, have you worked out a plan?"

　　 James and others looked at each other. After a while, James hesitated and said: "We have worked out a plan to prevent the plane from entering the border."

　　 "What do you want to do?"

　　 "Launch a missile at the plane?"

　　 "Are we going to destroy our own plane?" Robert's eyes widened. "Are you crazy?"

　　 The minister of the country gave a dry cough, and said in a deep voice: "This is a sacrifice that has to be taken to avoid greater losses. Don't worry, Mr. President, after shooting down the plane, I will take the blame and resign and assume full responsibility for this action."