The aircraft is the property of Deer Air, so of course it cannot be flown by outsiders. Even if the other party claims to have a pilot's license, the co-pilot politely but firmly stated that he must wait for the captain to arrive before taking off.
Zheng Jiayi said: "The situation is very urgent and we must take off now. The captain will not be in trouble. People from the embassy will rescue him."
The co-pilot shook his head like a rattle: "No, no one can say it. I can't let you into the cockpit unless there is a written document from the company."
Zheng Jia remained calm, stood up and returned to the cabin, winking at Liu Handong, who followed him to the back cabin. There was a large suitcase with a diplomatic bag seal on it. This box had been shipped in advance.
Diplomatic bags on airplanes enjoy diplomatic privileges and immunities and are not allowed to be inspected, opened, detained or passed by other countries. In theory, any items can be transported.
"Open it." Zheng Jia said.
Liu Handong tore off the seal, pulled off the lead seal on the zipper, and opened the box. As expected, the unconscious Ayshan Abdul Halik was curled up inside, motionless, with restraints on his hands and feet.
"Leave him alone." Zheng Jiayi bent down and took out a pistol from the mezzanine of the box. It was the sand-colored GLOCK18 automatic pistol that Liu Handong gave to Luo Han.
"Follow me." Zheng Jia handed the gun to Liu Handong and walked towards the cockpit again. Liu Handong checked the bullets in the magazine and followed closely with the gun.
Passengers and flight attendants in the cabin were panicked when they saw them taking out guns, but no one dared to speak.
As soon as Zheng Jia walked to the front cabin, she said seriously to the co-pilot: "I don't have time to explain to you now. If you prevent us from leaving Afghanistan, I can only temporarily restrict your freedom of movement."
Liu Handong raised his pistol and said that Zheng Jiayi's words were not a joke.
The co-pilot immediately compromised: "Okay, I will fully cooperate."
Zheng Jiayi sat in the captain's seat, skillfully turned on various switches, and used proficient aviation English to contact the tower and request takeoff.
Kabul Airport is not a busy international airport, and the takeoff request was quickly approved and allowed to take off.
Zheng Jiayi controlled the plane and slowly entered the runway, turned around and said to Liu Handong: "Thank you, please sit in the back cabin and keep an eye on the diplomatic bag."
"Understood." Liu Handong hurried back and sat in the last row, watching over the unconscious Ai Shan.
The plane started to taxi, and Yang Xu felt a little sour in his heart. He knew in his heart that he had been excluded from the inner circle. He had no role in the secret operation and did not even have the right to know, let alone cooperate.
The Gulfstream G550 business jet took off smoothly. The moment it took off, everyone breathed a sigh of relief. There were no fixed-wing fighter jets in Afghanistan. Even if there were, they would not make an emergency landing in a friendly neighboring country for the sake of an Aishan. The mission was successfully completed.
No, it was overfulfilled.
Zheng Jiayi is a member of the flying club. She has a flying history of ten years. She first flew small propeller planes like the Cessna 172, then twin-engine ones, and then small jets. It can be said that except for the large Boeing and Airbus
She has never flown before, and is familiar with other civilian aircraft models. Gulfstream is even more familiar with it.
The G550 is an ultra-long-range business jet with a maximum range of 11,686 kilometers, which is more than enough to fly directly to Beijing. However, for the sake of safety, we still chose to land at Lanzhou Zhongchuan Airport.
When the plane landed at the end of the runway, more than a dozen police cars, military vehicles, fire trucks, and ambulances immediately surrounded it. A group of armed soldiers got off the military car, boarded the plane and walked to the back cabin. They first saluted Liu Handong: "Chief, I
The Ministry was ordered to take over the prisoners."
Liu Handong returned the gift gracefully, but felt disappointed. He was afraid that he would have to hand over his gun when he returned to China. However, the other party did not ask for his gun. He just lifted the unconscious Ai Shan off the plane, loaded it into a car and took him away.
The Gulfstream business jet stayed in Lanzhou for an hour. The passengers did not leave the airport. They had a meal and then continued on their way. This time Zheng Jiayi did not fly himself, but sat in the cabin with everyone. The journey was monotonous and dizzy.
After a long flight, we finally landed at Beijing Xiyuan Airport.
The plane took off at nine o'clock in the morning, Kabul time. The whole flight took seven hours, plus a three-hour time difference. It was already seven o'clock in the evening when it arrived in Beijing. All the leadership team of Zhongyanhuang Corporation in Beijing were present.
Welcome the heroes on their triumphant return at the airport.
The red carpet, flowers, the leader's warm hands, and kind smiles all brought tears to the eyes of the two Zhongyanhuang employees who almost died in a foreign country. As for Liu Handong, the same kidnapped employee, he did not have this awareness and kept a low profile in the emergency room.
Among the group members, it seemed that such a grand battle had nothing to do with them.
Song Jianfeng, Tang Jianjun and Bai Furong shook hands cordially and praised their courage. Tang Jianjun said excitedly: "As long as the motherland is here, I have nothing to fear."
The flash lights came on. Tang Jianjun clenched his fists and raised his arms as if to indicate that he would return to the Peshawar construction site after taking a short rest. His heroic words immediately won a round of warm applause, but this was not the climax. He only heard a scream.
"Dad!" A girl of thirteen or fourteen ran towards Tang Jianjun, followed by a woman, raising her hands to wipe her tears from time to time.
When his wife and daughter arrived, Tang Jianjun's heroic image immediately collapsed and he couldn't hold on any longer. He held his daughter and burst into tears.
"A ruthless man may not necessarily be a hero, but a pity for a son is not a husband." Song Jianfeng thought of this sentence. Tang Jianjun was undoubtedly a highly qualified employee who had the courage and courage to take on responsibilities. After this disaster, he could be boldly appointed.
As for Bai Furong, who suffered such a catastrophe due to his work relationship, he would just give him a condolence payment and arrange a job in China.
The most difficult person to arrange is Liu Handong. This guy has made great achievements and has shown strong individual qualities and adaptability. I am afraid that both the national security and the military will have a strong interest in him. However, Song Jianfeng has his own considerations. China has a lot of overseas business.
Yanhuang also needs expert talents who can solve problems, and he will not let them go until it is absolutely necessary.
After the welcome ceremony, a bus took everyone to the Yanhuang Hotel, which is a tertiary industry in China and a four-star hotel open to the public. Song Jianfeng held a banquet here to honor the heroes.
At the beginning of the dinner, Song Jianfeng noticed that two people were missing. Liu Handong and Zheng Jiayi were missing. How could the celebration party be held without the protagonists? Fortunately, there were substitutes. Yang Xu and Tang Jianjun could represent the rescuers and the kidnapped respectively.
Employees, and both of them are very measured people, the celebration banquet can still be held smoothly.
On the rooftop of the hotel, Liu Handong was leaning against the railing alone with a can of beer. The wind blew up his Arabian kerchief. The neon light from the rooftop shone on his bearded face, giving him a sense of elegance and vicissitudes. He didn't like this kind of social occasion.
, I also don’t like the night sky in Beijing. There are no stars at all. It’s not as clear and high as the sky in Afghanistan.
Someone stood next to him, and he knew it was Zheng Jiayi without asking. The unique smell of perfume on her body was the best identification signal.
"What are your plans for the future?" Zheng Jia held a glass and leaned against the railing to blow the air.
Liu Handong glanced at her: "Don't you only drink beer from the handicraft workshop?"
Zheng Jiayi smiled: "Are you trying to say that I am hypocritical? In fact, I am a happy-go-lucky person. By the way, you have two options now. One, continue to perform the labor contract at Zhongyanhuang Overseas Service Company; two, you can be mine.
Subordinate, I am now the head of the public relations department of Zhongyanhuang International."
"Being a male publicist?" Liu Handong smiled, "Thank you, I'm not interested."
"It's not the kind of public relations you imagine." Minister Zheng explained seriously, "Our work targets are often more difficult characters, such as armed organizations in turbulent areas, authoritarian governments or troubled people. I think you are better at it.
deal with this issue."
"I'm a little interested now." Liu Handong said with a smile, "But I don't want to work under a female leader."
Zheng Jiayi laughed heartily: "I didn't expect that you are still a male chauvinist. It doesn't matter. If you are better than me, I don't mind you being my superior, but you have to prove it first."
Liu Handong took two steps forward. The distance between the two was only an elbow's length. Zheng Jiayi felt that his personal space was being violated, but he was unwilling to back down. He straightened his chest and looked at Liu Handong calmly.
"Have I not proven enough?" Liu Handong asked domineeringly, "Who rescued Old Tang and Old Bai?"
"Then who rescued you?" Zheng Jiayi asked.
"Who caught Aishan?" Liu Handong asked again.
"If it weren't for your strong support and efficient coordination, you and Aishan would be buried together now." Zheng Jia sneered while shaking his wine glass.
Liu Handong was at a loss for words. He couldn't talk to Zheng Jiayi, but he actually agreed in his heart that Zheng Jiayi was very capable, and with her strong background, it was perfect to be the public relations minister. However, he was brave enough to only be a beautiful woman.
pawn.
"Okay, I have a request." Liu Handong said fiercely, as if he had been wronged by working for Zheng Jiayi.
"You can make requests if you have any." A smile appeared on Zheng Jiayi's lips.
"I want to learn to drive." Liu Handong said.
"A pilot's license is very expensive." Zheng Jiayi certainly understood what kind of driving Liu Handong was. What attracted him was not only the adventurous job, but also various high-end benefits and training.
Liu Handong raised his eyebrows.
"Of course, the cost is not an issue, the main thing is whether you have the talent." Zheng Jia drank the wine in the glass, smiled ambiguously, and went downstairs.
Liu Handong looked at Zheng Jia's slim back and thought about it, suddenly he came to his senses and followed him downstairs.
At the elevator entrance, Yang Xu was chatting and laughing with several colleagues. When he saw Zheng Jiayi and Liu Handong coming out of the elevator, he suddenly smiled awkwardly: "Minister Zheng, President Song is looking for you."
"Oh, thank you." Zheng Jiayi nodded politely and said to Liu Handong: "Let's go together, Mr. Song must want to hear your report."
The two left side by side. Yang Xu was in a bad mood, but he couldn't show it in front of everyone, so he had to pour his sadness into the wine and drink it all.
Song Jianfeng met Zheng Jiayi and Liu Handong in the lounge and listened to them describe the thrilling journey at that time. Listening to the report was one feeling, but hearing the person involved tell it personally was another feeling. Old Song listened with rapt attention, nodding in admiration from time to time.
"Jiayi is very courageous and decisive. You can follow your father." Song Jianfeng flicked off the long ash, stubbed out the cigarette in the huge crystal ashtray, and said to Liu Handong: "The same goes for you, it's your father.
My good son, I have read your father’s file. He died heroically during reconnaissance operations behind enemy lines. A tiger father has no dog son."
Zheng Jia said: "Mr. Song, I suggest that Liu Handong join the International Public Relations Department. There is a broader stage here for him to display his special abilities."
Song Jianfeng smiled and said: "Jiayi, this is not up to us. We have to let the National Security and the General Staff select people first."
Zheng Jia snorted, disapproving.
Song Jianfeng added: "Of course, Comrade Liu Handong's personal opinions must also be respected."