At 6:20 in the morning, at London International Airport in the United Kingdom, a Boeing 747 aircraft from United Airlines was beginning to board.
Soon, the 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 fly at an altitude of 8,000 meters above the ground until it reaches New York International Airport.
Twenty minutes later, the plane entered autopilot, and passengers could unbuckle 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 flight attendant took the elevator down to the storage warehouse on the next floor and was about to get food, she didn't notice that a burly man also came down. Before the flight attendant could scream, he grabbed the other person's neck and slammed her into the iron cabinet next to her.
Blood spattered from the stewardess's forehead, and she fell to the ground. Her body twitched weakly a few times, and she stared at her eyes without breathing.
The man looked at the corpse on the ground indifferently, walked to the innermost part of the storage warehouse, and pulled out a large suitcase from a cabinet that was supposed to contain blankets. He dragged his 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 sorted out their weapons, and then rushed towards their predetermined location according to the pre-rehearsed plan.
"Sit down, everyone, sit down for me!"
"If you Malefalk don't want to die, just sit back and sit back!"
"Didn't you hear what I said? Sit down... sit down!"
Suddenly there were screams one after another in the plane, and the panicked passengers all sat obediently in their seats under the gunfire in the black hole.
Two men rushed to the cockpit door immediately. The timing of their pinch was very precise. It was just when the flight attendant was delivering coffee to the captain. The cockpit door was not fully closed, so the two men opened the door and rushed in.
"Don't move, this plane is listening to me now." The cold muzzle of the gun was pressed against the heads of the captain and co-pilot, and a man said grimly, "First, turn off the radio and turn on the internal communication system of the plane. , don’t move, I know how to fly a plane. If you are stupid, at worst, I will fly it, do you understand?"
The captain swallowed hard, nodded slightly, slowly stretched out his hand, and pressed a few buttons on the densely packed instruments in front of him.
The man gestured to another companion to stare closely at the two captains and co-pilots, and he escorted the flight attendant delivering coffee out of the cockpit. At this time, a short, fat, middle-aged man with particularly sparse hair slowly walked over.
"Badawi, we have taken control of the plane."
The middle-aged man nodded slightly when he heard the words, looked at the frightened flight attendant, and smiled slightly: "This beautiful lady, please go back below to comfort the passengers, how about it? Don't worry, as long as you cooperate, we will I will never hurt you."
At the same time, a public phone call came to the Pentagon.
"... If you want to rescue these 235 passengers and crew, you must release our great leader Harveys. Only if he waits on the private plane and calls us will we land safely at the Washington Airport. By then We will release half of the passengers in exchange for fuel. Then we will fly to Velostan, where we will release the remaining passengers..."
"...Don't play tricks, otherwise you will just wait to mourn these 235 people..."
Inside the Pentagon, the face of the Minister of National Defense was frosty, and the conference room was filled with other senior officials of the National Defense Department and generals. On the huge display screen opposite, President Robert also had a very ugly face: "Can anyone explain to me who this so-called Harveys is?"
The national minister made a gesture, and James pinched his eyebrows and said: "Mr. President, Harveys is the leader of a terrorist organization active in the Middle East and Europe. Our anti-terrorism team will launch an attack in Halistan two weeks ago. Captured, he is currently being held in a prison of our allies for secret interrogation.”
"Did anything come out of the trial?" Robert asked angrily, "Now that the hijacking incident has been exposed to the media, if that Harveys doesn't have much value, we can't..."
"Mr. President, we don't negotiate with terrorists."
The national minister suddenly interrupted Robert's words and shouted in a deep voice.
Robert's face instantly turned cold: "Of course I will not negotiate with terrorists, but we must also consider the innocent people on the plane. Should we just watch them die with the terrorists?"
James waved his hand and said: "Mr. President, now we suspect that this hijacking incident is just a smoke bomb, and they may want to cause more horrific damage."
"Evidence, James, I want evidence." Robert knocked on the table hard. "Don't be like last time, reporting the information in a hurry without knowing anything. You must know that since 911, our country has suffered every day. If we had to investigate terrorist threats one by one without evidence, our country would have been in chaos long ago."
"There is evidence this time, Mr. President." James opened the folder in front of him and showed two photos. "Three months ago, a theft occurred in a secret military warehouse in the UK. One ton of VX Sarin gas was hidden inside. The bomb disappeared. We suspected that Harveys was behind this incident, so we arrested him."
"After this period of interrogation, although Harveys did not reveal the specific whereabouts of this batch of poison gas, he admitted that this batch of poison gas was in the hands of his henchman, Badawi."
James put down the photo and said in a deep voice, "I am very familiar with this guy Badawi. He is a fanatic and he has planned many terrorist attacks in the Western world. So now I suspect that the batch of poisonous gas is on the plane. And his purpose is to use this plane to attack us."
"For example... when the plane lands at the Washington Airport, a poison gas bomb is detonated. By that time, not only 235 people will die." James took a deep breath, "It is no exaggeration to say that at least the entire East Coast will be dead. lost heavily."
Robert frowned: "Is that VX gas so powerful?"
"Let me use an analogy." James took out a pen, dipped it in his water glass, and then threw it casually on the table. "Just that drop of water just now, if it is VX gas, then there will be no trace of it in this room." There will be people alive.”
Everyone's expressions became even uglier.
"So, does the Ministry of National Defense have a rescue plan now?" Robert gritted his teeth and said, "The plane is not allowed to enter the national border and at the same time, it is a plan to safely rescue all passengers. Have you researched it?"
James and others looked at each other in confusion. After a while, James hesitated and said: "We have formulated a plan to prevent planes from entering the national border."
"What do you want to do?"
"Fire missiles at planes?"
"Are we going to destroy our own plane?" Robert's eyes widened, "Are you crazy?"
The national minister coughed dryly and said in a deep voice: "This is a sacrifice that must be made to avoid greater losses. Don't worry, Mr. President, after shooting down the plane, I will take the blame and resign and bear full responsibility for this action."