Fearon's words were exactly the same as Lily's, and he obviously wanted to make the two agents angry to death.
Fortunately, the two detectives were still able to distinguish their priorities, and immediately reported the news of the bomb on the plane to the commander on the ground. Soon, SWAT and bomb disposal experts boarded the plane to remove the bombs on the plane.
Lily and others got off the plane and also cleared several bodies without bombs from the plane.
However, what surprised Fearon was that at least half of the passengers who were the first to leave the plane were still outside. Seeing Fearon getting off the plane surrounded by swat, there was thunderous applause, and some people kept cheering.
Originally this was nothing, but what made Phelan frown was that several local Baltimore media who came after hearing the news hid in the crowd of passengers and murdered many films. They not only interviewed individual passengers, but also took many photos of Phelan.
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Isn't this a guide for terrorists? Ferran, who is quite resistant to taking pictures, is particularly angry, but he can't shake off this worry.
Fortunately, a more serious incident attracted the attention of the media at this time...
Due to the questioning from the President's Office, the NSA was holding an emergency meeting. Gaye himself was furious at the meeting: "Such a big attack happened, and you didn't even notice it beforehand. Are you all idiots?"
When the director of the Intelligence Collection and Analysis Department heard this, his face turned pale, and he immediately protested: "Director, in fact, there have been many signs that a large-scale hijacking incident may occur..."
When Guye heard this, his face darkened, and a Chinese sentence burst out of his mouth: "In hindsight!"
Everyone in the meeting was astonished. Some of the guys who knew Chinese almost burst out laughing. Fortunately, everyone knew that this was a moment of mourning for the whole country, so they didn't laugh out loud. But they also suppressed their internal injuries.
At this time, the director of the Strategic Assistance Department, who had always been on good terms with the head of the Intelligence Department, stood up and said: "Director, judging from the current situation, the hijacking attack was organized and premeditated. Our top priority now is to determine the terrorist organization to which the hijackers belong.
Then with the force of thunder..."
Before he finished speaking, a deputy director of the NSA Security Department banged open the door of the conference room and shouted: "Director, there is an unidentified passenger plane on the radar. Judging from the heading, it should be heading towards our building..."
Everyone in the conference room looked at each other in shock when they heard this. Gaye also frowned and said, "Are you sure?"
"Sure!" The deputy security director nodded. The reason why he ran over in person instead of calling to report was because he was afraid that Gaye wouldn't believe it. As a result, looking at the current situation, the director still didn't believe it. "Do you want to activate the hellfire?"
Gaye frowned again, a trace of ruthlessness flashed in his old eyes, and said: "Let the Hellfire stand by and issue a warning first. If the opponent persists, shoot it down!"
Several supervisors were a little surprised when they heard this order. Among them, the supervisor of the Strategic Assistance Department said: "Director, do you need to ask the president for instructions first? After all, it is a passenger plane!"
Gaye waved his hand and said: "No need. According to relevant security regulations, we have the right to do this!" After a pause, he said: "You all listen to me, we are not the Congress, that is the government office. We were attacked.
The lack of counterattack can be justified by saying that the congressmen cannot bear it, but it is different here. This is the NSA, a department with the highest security level. Once attacked, the people will definitely feel that the hijackers are powerful and we are weak and incompetent!"
His words immediately made everyone present feel Gaye's determination. At the same time, several of the supervisors and deputy directors who thought that Gaye would be fired because of this order and coveted the position of director were secretly ashamed. They were surprised to find that they were far from it.
Guye's courage.
"Remember, warn first, attack later!" Guyer repeated to the deputy director of the security department, "Execute it immediately!"
However, some things are not subject to human will, because after all, the plane flying towards the NSA headquarters building was a passenger plane. Guyer, who gave the order to shoot it down, did not relent, but the security personnel controlling the Hellfire air defense system warned the plane to no avail.
He hesitated when attacking.
It was just a moment of hesitation that missed the best time to shoot down. Even in the end, the ferocious hellfire still spit out tongues of flame and hit the fuselage of the passenger plane. However, after the passenger plane lost control and fell to the ground, the wing still hit the building.
North Point.
About half a minute later, at the Baltimore Airport, just as various media outlets were filming Phelan, an anonymous call came to a reporter's cell phone.
"What!? The NSA headquarters building located near the intersection of Highway 295 and Highway 32 in southwest Baltimore was also hit by a small passenger plane?" Someone in the crowd answered the phone and started shouting, and they followed.
Everyone who heard what he said was shocked.
In fact, although this news is not untrue, it was exaggerated by the anonymous caller. But to the reporters of the American media, this is nothing. Don’t say that this news is even 10% true. Even if it is only 10% true, they
It can also stir up news. After all, for capital media, not getting eyeballs means no profit, and no profit means losing jobs. Therefore, the American media has never been afraid of big things. Even if the president was assassinated, they dare to make a big deal out of it.
Hype, before the president even died, they said he was giving out too much air and taking in too little.
As a result, one-third of the media present huffed and puffed away. Two minutes later, news of the downing of the passenger plane also came from the CIA headquarters on the Potomac River in Washington. At this time, almost all reporters
Their thoughts were no longer on the scene. Unfortunately, Washington was quite far away from Baltimore, so they had no choice but to stay at the airport.
At 9:43, two minutes ahead of schedule in "original history", Washington announced the closure of U.S. airspace and prohibited any flights from taking off. Flights still flying must land immediately at a nearby location. This was different from the FAA's previous requirement for aircraft to land.
, this time it is a mandatory order, and all foreign flights will be diverted to Canada immediately.
Afterwards, the FAA also announced that the flight ban would last until at least the afternoon of the 12th, during which only military and rescue aircraft were allowed to take off. At the same time, the Pentagon ordered all first-level air force bases to enter a state of combat readiness and be on standby at any time.
Two minutes later, the White House and Capitol Hill were closed, and the surrounding roads were under full martial law. Any flying objects entering the area would be attacked by patrol fighter planes.
Ten minutes later, at 9:58, at the same time that Phelan was being interrogated by the police, the south tower of the World Trade Center Twin Towers began to collapse. Through the live TV broadcast outside the glass wall, Phelan in the interrogation room also saw it.
The whole process of collapse.
"Hey, man, you shouldn't waste time questioning me here. Instead, you should go to the scene, or identify the hijackers, and then capture the hijackers' neighbors and friends for interrogation!"
The fucking detective in charge of the interrogation was obviously in a bad mood. He grabbed Feilun's collar and said, "You don't need to teach me this!"
"Oh? Really!" Feilun stared coldly at the other person's hand grabbing his collar, "I can understand your mood at the moment, but please don't treat me roughly, okay?" As he said that, his hands were like steel hoops.
He pinched the detective's wrist.
The fuck agent suddenly felt severe pain in his hand and screamed. Another agent saw it and immediately walked around the table to help. At this moment, the door to the interrogation room was pushed open.
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"What are you two doing?" A middle-aged man in a suit with a slicked back hair and a managerial look came in.
The two agents immediately stopped, but the problem was that Feilun tightened his grip on the wrist of the agent who was grabbing his collar, and sneered at Da Beitou: "This matter cannot be solved by letting go.
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Da Beitou was very calm and muttered: "Mr. Fearon, what do you want to do?"
"It's my turn to ask you what you want to do, right?" As he spoke, Feilun shook off the agent's hand, almost knocking him over. "Do you think I should lodge a diplomatic protest with your country, or directly
Is it better to go to court? Otherwise, let’s make a fuss in the media!”
After listening to the three options mentioned by Ferron, Da Beitou's face darkened, and then he shouted to the agent who grabbed Ferron's collar: "Apologise to Mr. Ferron, now!"
Although the detective was confused, he still bowed and apologized to Fearon.
Feilun waved his hand casually and said: "Ah, ah, ah, ah, I accept your apology. Who is that? Can I leave now?"
"Of course!" Da Beitou bowed slightly and made a "please" gesture towards the door.
At the same time, Xibi and Kuji, who were squatting at tz, received the news that Wall Street announced that the market was closed.
"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu"
Kuji caught up with him and curled his lips and said: "Sibi, you cry so fakely!"
"My heart is laughing, how can I cry realistically?" Xibi was still wiping away tears, but both he and Kuji knew that the continuous terrorist collisions would definitely cause the stock market to plummet, and tz's investment would make a lot of money.
, they will also make a lot of money, even if they don’t want to laugh.
"But even if you wanted to laugh, why did you come to the stairwell?" Kuji asked confused.
Sibby shrugged and said: "Don't you know that many people in our company are watching? Who knows if there are bugs in the office?" After a pause, he added: "I remember you are from Baltimore, right? Why are you not sad at all when the country is suffering?
Woolen cloth?"
"I am an orphan, aren't you also sad?" Kuji muttered.
"Huh, me? My parents are both Canadians. I stopped contacting them a few years ago. I came to Ny to make a living on my own. If my boss hadn't taken care of me, I might be where I am now!"
Kuji was shocked when he heard this: "After a long time, we have the same destiny, no wonder the boss asked us to partner!" After saying that, he extended his hand to Xibi.
Xibi gave him a high-five and said, "Since the market is closed, I'll treat you to coffee!" After saying that, he hugged the Kuji brothers and seemed to go back to the office.
Twenty minutes later, the North Tower of the World Trade Center Twin Towers also began to collapse from top to bottom...
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