I’m A Detective In The Beauty World

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 eight kilometers above the ground and fly to New York International Airport.

Twenty minutes later, the plane entered the autopilot state. At the moment passengers could unfasten their seat belts and move around freely. The flight attendants also started to get busy, preparing food and blankets for the passengers.

Just as a stewardess took the elevator down to the storage bin on the next floor, when she was about to get food, she didn't pay attention, 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 stewardess's forehead, and she fell to the ground, her body twitching weakly, and Roar stopped sucking.

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.

Opening the suitcase, it was filled with guns and ammunition.

These people quickly divided 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!"

"Didn't 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 in the first time. The time they pinched was very precise. At the moment was when the flight attendant delivered coffee to the captain, the cockpit door was not completely closed, and the two slammed open the door 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, stretched out his hand slowly, and pressed a few buttons on the densely packed instrument in front.

The man made a gesture and motioned to another companion, staring 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.

"Badawi, we have controlled 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 United States Pentagon.

"...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 of the trial?" Robert said in an angry voice, "Now this hijacking incident has been stabbed to the media. If the Harves is not of much value, maybe we can't..."

"Mr. President, we don't negotiate with terrorists."

The Minister of China suddenly interrupted Robert and shouted in a deep voice.

Robert's face instantly cooled down: "I definitely 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 and said: "Mr. President, now we suspect that this hijacking incident is a smoke bomb, and they may want to create even more terrifying destruction."

"Evidence, James, I want evidence." Robert knocked hard on the table. "Don't be like the last time. The intelligence didn't figure out anything, so I hurried to report it. You know that since 9/11, we the United States every day Everyone will be threatened by terrorism. If we had to investigate one by one without evidence, then our country would have been messed up a long time ago."

"There is evidence this time, Mr. President." James opened the folder in front of him and showed two photos. "Three months ago, a secret British military warehouse was stolen. A ton of VX sarin gas was hidden inside. The bomb was missing. We suspected that this incident was planned by Harves behind the scenes, so we arrested him."

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

James put down the photo and said in a deep voice, "Badawi is very familiar to me. He is a fanatic. He has planned many terrorist attacks in the Western world. So now I suspect that the poisonous 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 face is even more ugly.

"So does the Ministry of National Defense 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 the 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?"

"Fire a missile at the plane?"

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

The Chinese Minister gave a dry cough and said in a deep voice: "This is a sacrifice that has to be made 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."

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