North of Samar Island in the Philippines, a yacht floats quietly on the surface of the Western Pacific.
Standing on the yacht, the man wearing a hat lowered the smoking launch tube on his shoulder, looked at the falling meteor, and curled up the corner of his mouth.
In China, people from the General Staff were watching, and they had no chance to make a move. And based on the security inspection procedures at Chinese airports, there is no possibility that they would bring explosives onto the plane. So from the beginning, they had no intention of killing Jiang Chen in the plane.
Shoulder-launched anti-aircraft missiles are only suitable for dealing with medium and low-altitude targets. It is simply impossible to shoot down a civilian airliner flying at an altitude of 10,000 meters... In this case, if they want to use shoulder-launched anti-aircraft missiles to shoot down targets, they need to "consciously "Descending altitude.
A bomb was used to threaten the passenger plane to land nearby, forcing it to fly to the nearest international airport in Cebu. After it descends into the range of the man-portable missile, shoot it down.
According to the route calculation, this is the best shooting position that Tanaka can analyze.
As for whether the method is too cruel and whether it will hurt innocent people, this has never been a question for them to consider.
"... What a beautiful firework. Not bad, not bad. The professor will be happy when he sees it." Throwing the "Stinger" improved launch tube in his hand on the deck, Tanaka smiled and watched the rocket dragging thick smoke. Meteor" goes away.
"Hit the left wing engine... The crash rate is only 70%." Leaning at the door of the cabin, Ladisf, a former mercenary, put down the telescope in his hand and said calmly, "Are you sure that professor will be happy?"
"Of course." Tanaka smiled, "But this is really troublesome... If he gets the 30% chance of betting right, the professor will be very troubled. Mr. Ladisf, please."
He never told his subordinates that he was the professor and had always regarded himself as an assistant. In all senses, there were many more people who wanted the professor's life than those who wanted Jiang Chen's life.
Ladisf glanced at him, took out a cigarette from his pocket, held it in his mouth and lit it.
"You are really getting more and more crazy. Aren't you afraid that your name will be put together with the base and IS? After all, Cebu is the second largest city in the Philippines. Are you just a decoration for the Philippine *** team?"
"The Philippine Army is at war with the Moro Kingdom, and there are still many opportunities to fish in troubled waters. Although I have prepared some interesting gadgets on the plane, just in case. I also ask you to take someone to go there in person. . Don’t worry, there will be extra bounties for additional tasks." Tanaka said with a smile.
"Gadget?" Ladisv was slightly moved.
He didn't know what Tanaka had on hand, but he had heard that the company was developing a chemical weapon.
"I said it, Mr. Ladisv. This is war. War." Tanaka stretched out a finger and shook it, then pinched the brim of his hat and adjusted it. "Although it is a semi-finished product, let me Take this opportunity to see its effect. Hahaha... "
The dry and unbridled laughter drifted far away on the lonely sea, and was lost in the rough waves.
Ladisv spat out his eyes silently and looked at the hazy white smoke.
"I need men, equipment, helicopters."
Tanaka stopped laughing and opened his arms toward his partner.
"It's ready."
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Inside the Philippine ground air traffic control station. An unusual red dot appeared on the radar. Flight mu771, originally planned to fly to Coro Island in New Zealand, deviated from its course and entered Philippine airspace from over the high seas. After discovering the anomaly, air traffic control personnel immediately contacted the crew.
Tower: "This is Manila tower, mu771, you have entered the Manila area control area, communication frequency 132.6"
Crew: "This is flight mu771, the left wing engine is on fire! We are under missile attack, request to land!"
Tower: "...what?"
Crew: "Repeat, missile hit our left wing engine! We need help!"
Tower: "Please remain calm. The Cebu Airport Tower will provide you with a landing strip. Please follow our instructions..."
Hit by a missile? !
The people in the air traffic control station suddenly panicked and called the Philippine Presidential Palace and then the headquarters. Air Force Commander Edgar, who had just finished rolling in bed with his wife, was about to go to bed when Aquino called him and pulled him out of bed.
"Flight mu771 was hit by a missile! I need an explanation!" As soon as the call was connected. Aquino's roar rushed up to Edgar's head along the phone line.
"I, I don't know, but I swear, it was definitely not our people who did it! What happened? What flights and missiles..." A confused Edgar replied in a panic.
Aquino gasped.
"Flight mu771 was hit near our airspace and the left wing engine caught fire. It is now flying to Cebu Airport."
Edgar's first reaction was. This must be a joke. He subconsciously glanced at the calendar and his face suddenly turned ugly.
Today is not April Fools' Day!
"It must have been shot down by people from the Moro Kingdom!"
"Fart! Those shoulder-fired anti-aircraft missiles of theirs can shoot down a passenger plane at a height of 10,000 meters!" Aquino suddenly became angry when he heard the retarded speech of his subordinates and cursed angrily.
The little equipment of the Moro guerrillas cannot reach the height of a passenger plane. This is why the US F35 fighter jets can perform support operations in Mindanao without any pressure. Only the Philippines has the capability to shoot down a passenger plane in that sea area. And once this hat is placed on the head of the Philippines, the Philippines' international image will be completely destroyed...
If they still have it.
Realizing the seriousness of the problem, Edgar rushed out of the house, called his subordinates to take action, and rushed towards the headquarters.
At the Manila Military Base, two FA-50s took off in an emergency and approached the direction of flight mu771.
When the two FA-50s rushed to the side of the passenger plane and witnessed the tragic situation of the passenger plane, the pilots flying the fighter jets suddenly sweated for the passengers on the passenger plane.
At this moment, the entire left wing of the Boeing passenger plane was enveloped in thick black smoke. Through the thick layer of smoke, the light of the fire that has not yet been extinguished can be vaguely seen.
It has to be said that it is a miracle that he can still maintain a taxiing attitude and land at the airport despite being injured like this.
The captain and co-pilot of flight mu771 were making a last-ditch struggle, praying that the wing would not break while desperately trying to save the plane that was gradually losing control.
"No way! It's all over. We can't get to the airport!" the co-pilot said desperately while staring at the instrument.
"Hold on, we can do it! We must hold on to the airport!"
"Damn it, the right wing is damaged! Engine failure! Damn it, move it!" The captain repeatedly tried to restart the engine, but all ended in failure.
mu771 has completely become a ****.
Despair was written on the faces of the entire crew. Passengers on the plane had already begun to write suicide notes on their clothes and notebooks after the initial crying fuss. Witnessing this hellish scene, Jiang Chen's eyes flashed with a hint of unbearability, but in the end he took a deep breath and calmed down.
He knew that he could not save everyone.
Silently reciting "I will avenge you" in his heart, he stood up and walked towards the toilet.
"Where are you going?" The stewardess asked when she saw Jiang Chen unbuckle his seat belt and stand up from his seat.
"Go to the toilet." Jiang Chen said calmly, ignoring her and walking towards the toilet.
At the same time, in the cockpit, the captain was helpless and lowered his hands.
"This is Cebu Tower, mu771, location 32R, runway available, please"
"This is mu771 and we can't reach it. Please tell my family that I love them."
A thick cloud of smoke streaked across the Cebu night sky, crossed the island of Bohol, and fell towards the port of Cagayan on the northwest coast of Mindanao... (.)