Xu Xinghe did not expect that the group of kidnappers did not go far, but chose to board the plane at Gilles City, which is less than 200 kilometers away from Nanjia City, and planned to take the civilian spaceship Venus A-701 to another city in a fair manner. planet.
There were four of them in the group, besides themselves, there was a burly man with a scar, a gray-haired man with a short cut, and a relatively short man with glasses.
And my own situation is even worse than I imagined——
He was disguised as a tourist with disabled legs, sitting in a wheelchair, and was pushed all the way into Gilles Airport by the man with the scar.
Xu Xinghe opened his mouth, but no sound could come out of his throat.
Not only that, half an hour ago, he was also given an unknown drug by the group, and now his muscles are weak, especially the muscles in his legs, and he almost lost consciousness, standing like a real cripple. He couldn't stand up either, and could only be pushed away by the man with the scar.
Because they were leaving from a civilian airport, the three gangsters had already abandoned all prohibited weapons such as guns.
But Xu Xinghe knew that the man with the scar also hid a soft blade made of special material, as thin as a cicada's wing, in his sleeve.
Before sitting in the wheelchair, the cold blade pressed against his neck threateningly.
The owner of the blade warned himself, don't think about it, otherwise you will end up dead.
Xu Xinghe's palms were sweating coldly.
At this moment, the man with the scar was behind him, the gray-haired man was on his left side, and the glasses man was on his right side. The three of them surrounded him closely, monitoring his every move.
He seemed to be surrounded by stars, but in fact he was held hostage in all directions.
Xu Xinghe had no doubts at all, if he chose to hug the guard next to him and call for help when he went through the security check, then these thugs would really cut his own throat first, with the mentality of catching him dead.
So, what to do
He couldn't really watch himself being pushed onto a spaceship heading for a strange planet by them, and life and death could not be controlled from now on.
As expected, the special weapon hidden in the sleeve of the man with the scar easily escaped the security check system of this civilian airport.
The group of four went through two security checks. All detectors were quiet and there was no warning sound.
Xu Xinghe bit his lip and was pushed to the next gate.
Because it was a cross-planet trip, after a few people passed the security check, they came to the immigration checkpoint.
It stands to reason that this link requires each person to come forward with their own certificates and accept inquiries from the prosecutors and the system's identification review.
But the Steven Xu Xinghe pretended to be was pushed through the green passage by the man with the scar because of his disabled legs, and he accompanied him all the way.
Xu Xinghe originally thought that when the security inspector looked at him, he could mouth something to save his life.
Unexpectedly, as soon as the man with the scar pushed him up, he took half a step forward from behind him, came to his side, then turned his head, staring at him with blazing eyes.
Xu Xinghe opened his mouth, and the man with the scar immediately narrowed his eyes slightly, put his right hand on Xu Xinghe's shoulder, and patted him gently.
His indifferent gaze poured down like a basin of ice water, carrying a slight threat.
Xu Xinghe froze, and pointed to his throat with his half-raised hand, then shook his head, expressing to the gate staff that he was dumb and unable to answer routine questions.
The man with the scar put on a sad smile and explained that his younger brother's vocal cords were damaged and his legs were disabled.
After speaking, he scratched his head, like a simple, honest and hard-working strong man, completely unable to see the ruthlessness just now.
Under the full attention of the man with the scar, Xu Xinghe really didn't dare to risk his life to call for help openly.
The hand that had just been raised was put back on the side of the leg in a regular manner.
The index finger of his right hand tapped lightly beside his leg.
Unfortunately, the pass inspectors behind the glass did not notice his move, but just cast a sympathetic look.
Next is face recognition, fingerprint recognition, pupil recognition...
The identity verification system flashed three green lights, and then the staff member raised his hand and stamped the passport named Steven.
After walking through the green passage, Xu Xinghe was pushed by the man with the scar to the waiting hall, where he joined the other two people who were queuing up to pass the customs.
After going through a series of inspection procedures, everyone finally arrived at the boarding gate and waited for boarding.
Xu Xinghe's right index finger was still tapping rhythmically on the side of his leg, hoping that someone would notice him.
Unexpectedly, it was not someone else who first discovered this abnormal behavior.
A leather jacket suddenly swung from his side, covering his legs and covering his hands that had been tapping on his legs.
Xu Xinghe's shoulders trembled, he turned his head, and saw the gray-haired man on his right hand smiling lightly, "It's getting cold, don't freeze."
A smile hangs on his face, but the coldness seeps through his dark gray eyes to the bottom of his heart.
Amidst the noisy conversation of the surrounding people, the gray-haired man smiled and said in a voice that only a few people around could hear: "If you don't want your fingers anymore, I can break them off for you—one by one."
Xu Xinghe bit his inner lip, and lowered his eyes amidst the man's threatening voice.
Giles Airport, monitoring duty room.
The sudden order from above to strengthen airport inspections and security checks fell into the ears of a few guards on duty who were in charge of surveillance, and did not have any substantial impact on their work.
At their level, they don't have access to secrets, and naturally they don't know what happened. They only vaguely heard that the major gates in the northern hemisphere are under martial law, and more than half of the interplanetary flights are delayed.
"Maybe some super criminals are on the run. There was a martial law a few years ago. It seems that because of this, even the local army was dispatched."
The old guard over fifty was sitting in a rocking chair, drinking hot tea from a teacup.
Beside him, a new guard who just entered the job showed a completely different mental outlook.
The young guy is concentrating and conscientiously staring at the surveillance from various angles on the big screen.
The old guard clicked his tongue, and said half in praise and half in sarcasm: "It's good to be young. I was so devoted to work when I was young."
As soon as the words fell, the young man let out a "huh".
The old guard asked, "What's the matter?"
The young guard pointed to a monitor on the big screen and said, "This wheelchair-bound person doesn't seem to have any signs of muscle atrophy in his legs. I worked as a temporary care worker when I was in school. Anyone who sits in a wheelchair all the year round, his legs Muscles will atrophy more or less... "
The old guard glanced at the screen, then continued to drink tea leisurely: "Maybe it's because he has just been disabled for a long time? There is nothing to make a fuss about this kind of thing."
The young guard heard the words, but still stared at the monitoring screen tightly.
Until he saw the gray-haired man throwing his clothes on Xu Xinghe, the young guard suddenly walked to the monitoring control panel and reversed the frame for a few minutes.
Then slowed down and watched it again.
"What are you looking at?" asked the old guard.
"This man's hand... seems to be knocking on something." The young guard replied, staring intently at the screen.
He held his breath and concentrated on staring at Xu Xinghe's right hand resting on his leg in the surveillance.
The index finger seems to be tapping one after another—
blah blah.
Tap, tap, tap.
blah blah.
After about a minute or so, I knocked again according to the same rhythm——
Three short, three long, three short.
"That person is calling for help!" The young guard suddenly stood up.
He quickly reached out and shook the old guard beside him.
The latter was slightly taken aback: "What?"
"Look! That man is knocking SOS! Morse code distress signal!" The young guard excitedly said, "And after a few rounds of knocking, the man next to him covered him with his clothes!"
The old guard stared at the screen for a while, with a troubled expression on his face.
He has worked at this airport for more than 20 years, and he has never seen anyone who can use Morse code to type a distress signal.
After struggling for a moment, I still felt that the young man was making a big fuss: "Maybe he just knocked his leg casually, but it happened by chance? If he really needs help, he doesn't need to use such a subtle way, right?"
It's strange to think about it, why would an active and conscious person call for help in this way in public
"Maybe he was threatened? After all, there are three men around. And the action of the gray-haired man flicking his coat was very rude, not like treating his relatives and friends."
The old guard shrugged and took a sip of tea: "Okay, kid, but this is just your guess."
The guard known as the "little friend" was quite unconvinced: "Didn't the chief of the guard say that any suspicious problems found during the martial law should be reported in time!"
"Then go and report it." The old guard yawned nonchalantly, "But don't blame me for not reminding you, the people above don't like meddling kids, you are increasing their workload by doing this. If not, you will be scolded."
Xu Xinghe heard the news about the delay of his upcoming interstellar flight on the radio.
His heart tightened, but due to the martial law at the airport, there were many delayed flights, so this delay seemed not surprising.
The three people around him surrounded him, and he was not even allowed to stare at the same person for a long time.
Xu Xinghe lowered his eyes, and sat and waited in the departure hall together with all the delayed passengers.
During the long and difficult wait, the man with the scar gradually became a little impetuous.
But in the end, he still controlled his emotions very well, exchanged a look with the other two, and then guarded Xu Xinghe even more closely.
His hand rested on the wheelchair, and it was always within a palm's distance from Xu Xinghe's fair neck.
After waiting for about an hour, the boarding gate finally opened.
Before boarding the plane, Xu Xinghe was given another pill.
The man with the scar said to him very gently: "Are you tired? You sleep for a while, and you will be there when you wake up."
Less than five minutes after taking the medicine, Xu Xinghe felt a strong sense of drowsiness.
It's a powerful sleeping pill.
Xu Xinghe knew that since he was in a wheelchair, after boarding the spaceship, there would be a high probability that there would be a seat for the disabled, not beside the man with the scar.
That is to say, they had to separate for a short period of time during their journey until the spacecraft landed on another planet.
The kidnappers must have been afraid that they would ask the flight attendants for help during the separation period, so they forcibly fed themselves sleeping pills, intending to let them fall asleep.
Half unconscious and half awake, Xu Xinghe was pushed onto the spaceship just like that.
He vaguely heard the man with the scar explain to the flight attendant: "My younger brother injured his leg in a car accident, so he has certain psychological barriers and stress reactions to the spaceship. I fed him a pill given by the doctor before boarding the plane. Prescribe sleeping pills, let him sleep for a while. Please help me take care of my brother."
"Please don't worry." The stewardess led him to the special seat for the disabled, and took Xu Xinghe from the scarred man with a smile. "We will take good care of him."