Chapter 397: Shoot to Kill The New Year's Day holiday is coming to an end, and Ye Feng is about to embark on a journey again.
Since early morning, Ye Feng's cell phone has been ringing non-stop.
There were reminders, entrustments, and wishes for a safe journey. I kept busy until ten o'clock, when the phone finally went silent.
Chen Xinyi, Luo Wanbai, Fang Ruoyao and others all called, but Liu Yanmei was the only one missing.
This time we went to England to attend the "Chinese-British Cultural Year" event, and Huawen Group was also a member of the Chinese delegation.
We had made an appointment in advance to set off together, but Ye Feng waited and waited, but Liu Yanmei was nowhere to be seen.
The boarding time was getting closer and closer, so Ye Feng had no choice but to take the initiative to say hello to Miss Liu.
The call was not answered by Liu Yanmei, but by her female secretary Li Feifei.
Li Feifei told Ye Feng on the phone that Huawen Group had encountered a little trouble recently, and Liu Yanmei was busy dealing with the problem. As for her plan to visit abroad with the Huaxia delegation, she had to cancel it.
Ye Feng was very worried about Liu Yanmei and hurriedly asked what trouble happened in Huawen Group. Li Feifei smiled and told Ye Feng that it was just a small trouble and that President Liu took care of her personally. It was not a family matter.
The nanny can't handle it.
Ye Feng was so embarrassed that he was ridiculed by the beautiful woman. He wanted to rush to Huawen Group immediately and give President Liu Da a spanking.
Unfortunately, time waits for no one, and Zhou Xiaoman kept urging, so Ye Feng had no choice but to give up.
In everything in the world, if there is an advantage, there will be a disadvantage, and if there is a disadvantage, there will also be an advantage.
Although the beauty Liu was missing from the journey, for the romantic Ye Feng, it also meant that he had more free space. Thinking of this, Ye Feng suddenly felt relieved, and a charming smile appeared on his face.
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Under Zhou Xiaoman's repeated instructions, Ye Feng walked into the terminal with his suitcase.
Liao Xiaoxuan had been waiting eagerly in the terminal building for a long time. When he saw Ye Feng coming, he hurriedly greeted him.
Ye Feng waved to Liao Xiaoxuan, but his steps slowed down because he saw an acquaintance in the terminal.
"Ye Feng, we meet again."
Compared with the haggard-looking Duan Xiaotian from the past few days, Duan Xiaotian today is high-spirited and looks particularly energetic.
"Master Duan, are you here to see off your friends again?"
"Yes, yes." Duan Xiaotian laughed and said haha, and then held Ye Feng's palm.
"I'm just busy, but I can't compare to you, who is visiting England as a member of the national delegation."
"Brother Ye, it's almost time to board the plane." Liao Xiaoxuan urged anxiously from the side.
"Mr. Duan, I won't talk to you anymore. We'll see you another day."
"Goodbye." A strange smile flashed across Duan Xiaotian's face, and he held Ye Feng's hand tightly.
"Ye Feng, actually I really want to be friends with you. Well, I won't waste your time anymore. I wish you good luck."
Looking across Ye Feng's face, Duan Xiaotian sighed, then turned around and walked towards the VIP lounge.
Liao Xiaoxuan stared at Duan Xiaotian's back and curled his lips. "Brother Ye, he looks a little weird today."
Ye Feng didn't pay attention to Duan Xiaotian's performance. Now the Duan family's life was on the line and they were on the verge of life and death. Duan Xiaotian's weird behavior might just be because he was full of anxiety.
Life and death are destiny, wealth and honor are in heaven. I have done my best to be benevolent and righteous. What to do next depends on you.
Ye Feng sighed and walked to the service desk with Liao Xiaoxuan. The two completed the check-in formalities and walked into the tarmac with the delegation.
A silver-white Boeing 7e7 passenger plane was parked on the runway. The scene was extremely busy. Airport ground staff in uniforms, under the command of several Chinese cultural relic experts, were loading boxes of cultural relics into the cargo hold in an orderly manner.
There are a total of twenty large iron boxes, and they are all filled with China's most famous cultural relics, including Buddhist sacred relics such as Buddha bones and relics.
Members of the delegation arrived at the tarmac one after another, and the packing work was coming to an end.
Suddenly, there was a loud noise from the east side of the airport, and the concrete fence more than five meters high collapsed.
Smoke filled the air, motors roared everywhere, and more than a dozen black off-road vehicles rushed toward the tarmac.
It was soaring all the way, and in the blink of an eye, the dozen black off-road vehicles rushed onto the runway and surrounded the plane.
Hundreds of armed militants with live ammunition jumped out of the car. Their faces were covered with black masks, and they looked murderous.
The police guarding the airport realized that the situation was not good and hurriedly rushed to the tarmac. However, they were no match for the militants armed with assault rifles and other heavy weapons. In the blink of an eye, the militants killed the police at the airport.
"Raise your hands, otherwise we will be shot without mercy."
The militants aimed their guns at the members of the delegation. Liao Xiaoxuan was so frightened that she trembled all over. Ye Feng hurriedly pulled her behind him.
It seemed that this was a well-premeditated incident, and Ye Feng's expression became more solemn.
After looking around, Ye Feng saw a familiar face again.
It was Duan Xiaotian, standing in front of the window of the VIP lounge, looking calmly at the tarmac.
Duan Xiaotian also saw Ye Feng, their eyes met, and Duan Xiaotian smiled, an extremely cold smile.
Ye Feng suddenly realized that this murder was planned by Duan Xiaotian. He gave up the last advice Ye Feng gave him and chose to give it a go.
Bang, a militant fired a shot at a large iron box that had not yet been loaded into the cabin, and then pointed the gun at the ground crew next to him. "Where is the Buddha bone relic? Has it been loaded into the cabin?"
"Do you know what you are doing?"
A white-haired cultural relics expert quickly ran to the big iron box and stroked the bullet marks on the big iron box distressedly.
"These are important weapons of the country and a symbol of our China. You can't do this."
"Damn it, you old fool, do you want me to shoot you in the head?"
The armed man flew up and kicked the cultural relics expert to the ground.
There were black holes all around, and Ye Feng was at his wits' end.
The white-haired cultural relic expert staggered and fell in the crowd. Ye Feng took the opportunity to help him up and signaled him not to speak.
The cultural relics expert was lucky to escape, but the ground crew standing next to the militants did not have such good luck.
"Quickly tell me, where are the Buddha's bone relics?"
"I, I, I don't know."
Bang, the militant shot the ground crewman in the thigh, and then there was a burst of heart-rending screams.
The ground staff couldn't stand the torture and finally told the truth.
After learning that the Buddha bone relics had been loaded into the cabin, the militants immediately prepared to evacuate.
"Eagle, go check the status of the plane quickly, and the others will take the person hostage onto the plane."
There were almost a hundred people in the delegation, but these people were all civilians. Under the intimidation of the militants, although they were dissatisfied, they still succumbed. The members of the delegation boarded the gangway one after another and walked into the cabin. Ye Feng hesitated
He walked slowly behind, thinking about how to deal with these militants.
Although there are a large number of militants, if Ye Feng breaks through with all his strength, he can escape unscathed. However, now there is a headache for Ye Feng, what to do with the hostages, and Liao Xiaoxuan is among the hostages.
Ye Feng felt helpless and could only follow the hostages towards the gangway.
"Boss, the fuel tank of the aircraft is too low and it cannot take off yet."
"How much oil is left, enough for us to leave China?"
"With less than 500 liters, I'm afraid I won't even be able to fly out of Tianjing."
"Damn it, notify the airport immediately to refuel us, otherwise we will shoot the hostages."
The plane ran out of fuel, and Ye Feng became happy. This was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.
As long as all the hostages enter the cabin, they can be temporarily separated from the militants. Without the hostages involved, Ye Feng can give it a go with the militants on the tarmac, thereby buying more preparation time for the police.
Ye Feng stepped onto the gangway, because there were still two armed men standing at the door of the cabin. This was the target that Ye Feng needed to solve first.
"Damn, move faster."
Seeing Ye Feng lingering, the militants became impatient and pushed and pulled Ye Feng into the cabin.
A smile bloomed quietly, and Ye Feng turned around suddenly.
Black light flashed and blood splattered everywhere.
One militant collapsed to the ground, while the other was stunned because a hand had appeared on his neck without anyone noticing.
Ye Feng's palms suddenly contracted, and the militants' neck bones burst and crackled.
After dragging the two bodies into the cabin, the members of the delegation who had just taken their seats looked at each other in confusion.
Ye Feng smiled brightly, comforted everyone softly, and then quickly returned to the cabin door.
Just as he was about to close the door, a roar suddenly came from around the airport.
Dozens of helicopters landed around the airport.
Soldiers in military uniforms jumped out of the helicopter and immediately surrounded the tarmac.
"Red Flame, your conspiracy and actions in China are all under our control."
A slender and graceful figure stepped off the helicopter, with a delicate face, a straight military uniform, and the gold stars on the epaulettes sparkling.
Wen Hui came, looking at Ye Feng standing at the door of the cabin, a faint smile appeared on the corner of Wen Hui's mouth.
After a brief opening remarks, Wen Hui directly made the conditions.
"You are given 30 seconds to evacuate the apron, otherwise you will be shot and killed."
Even without showing off, he is sharp and domineering.
Then, the countdown sounded, and the soldiers roared in unison, like the roar of war drums, deafening and shocking.
The militants obviously did not expect the arrival of the army. Faced with such a formation, they were at a loss for a while.
"52c4,32c22c1..."
Guo Shaohui, head of the Tianjing Military Region Security Regiment, looked at Wenhui, and Wenhui gently waved her palm.
"action."
As Guo Shaohui roared, gunshots rang out.
The soldiers charged and the killing began.
After a cross-charge, the gunfire gradually subsided and blood flowed like a river on the tarmac.
The roar of the motor sounded again, and dozens of dark green military vehicles rushed into the airport.
Transport the bodies, clean up the battlefield, and five minutes later, everything is clean.
Ye Feng was dumbfounded and extremely shocked.
After Wen Hui took the opportunity to leave, Ye Feng finally regained his composure.
Suddenly remembering the protagonist of this conspiracy, Ye Feng hurriedly looked towards the VIP lounge.
Duan Xiaotian sat paralyzed on the ground, his face ashen.
In the terminal, more than a dozen National Security Bureau agents in black suits were walking quickly to the VIP lounge.
Duan Xiaotian is finished, and so is the Duan family.