In the morning, at the Beijing International Airport, a large number of fire trucks and police cars surrounded a Boeing 737 on the airport apron. The cordon was stretched from the inside to the security gate outside the airport. Countless SWAT police with loaded guns and ammunition stood guard at each exit.
A reporter wanted to sneak over the cordon and rush to the scene, but he was stopped by a group of cold-faced men in Chinese tunic suits after just a few steps. The TV station's hundreds of thousands of Sony cameras were smashed into pieces, and the camera was
The teacher was still feeling distressed that his wife was gone. The blind and cute female reporter on the side was pushed to the ground and still trying to poke her head, asking these people in Chinese tunic suits if they were the legendary "Zhongnanhai Bodyguards".
All passengers in the airport hall were emptied and left one after another, and all flights were canceled without specifying the reasons. The airline promised to double the ticket price of all passengers whose flights were delayed that day, and to provide airline membership quotas and generous bonuses.
Compensation can make most people shut up, and the very few people who are not short of money also have other ways to let them know the seriousness of this matter.
On the tarmac inside the airport, the Boeing 737 was parked quietly on the runway. It was supposed to take off half an hour ago, but for some reason it was stuck on the runway.
Judging from the complete fuselage and the sound of the engine warming up, there is nothing wrong with the engine and the overall condition of this Boeing 737, but the problem is the take-off environment.
The doors of the police cars around the tarmac were all opened as shelters, and countless guns and cannons were fired from the doors to aim at it. If the 737 was equipped with an infrared alarm device, then the alarm in the captain's cabin should have been blaring loudly by now.
It is conceivable that if the plane intends to cross the runway, there will be a fireworks display on the tarmac at the next moment. Even if it is lucky enough to take off, it will probably not reach the Pacific Ocean before being caught by the fire control radar.
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This scene has been in a stalemate for about half an hour. The unidentified terrorists on the Boeing 737 still did not surrender. They hijacked a whole group of passengers and parked them on the runway for unknown purposes.
In fact, according to common sense, with an entire flight of passengers as hostages, the terrorists should be able to take off without fear. Even if they are hit by all kinds of firepower, they still bet that the people below will not dare to actually shoot down the plane. After all, protection is
Hostages will always be China's top priority in counter-terrorism. After all, this is not a Russia that is hard-core on counter-terrorism and will never negotiate.
But what is very strange is that the terrorists who hijacked the Boeing 737 did not choose to take off, but stayed in place quite calmly. However, even though he was calm, the plane's engine was never shut down, and it even issued frequent
It roared as if it was preparing to push forward and take off, but in the end the plane still stopped there peacefully, not moving forward an inch or taking a step back.
"Where are the negotiators?" The police sergeant holding a bullhorn behind the police car was a little worried and a little angry, "What do they want? It's been half an hour, not a single request has been made. I don't even know the group that hijacked the plane.
Who is this guy! What kind of plane are the people from the Intelligence Department doing?"
Even though a large number of people eating public food are angry and anxious, another group of people have taken control of this seemingly out-of-control situation.
At the airport tower, the glass window at the commanding height reflected Li Huanyue's bright golden child. She looked at the Boeing 737 that was struggling to move on the tarmac, her right hand wrapped around her left arm gently resting on it, and her index and middle fingers raised like swords.
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Invisible magnetic lines pull the huge Boeing 737, which is the power of the spirit and the power of rules that human science cannot fathom.
It's not that the terrorists on the plane didn't want to take off, but even if they started the engine at full strength, the huge steel beast beneath them was unable to move as if it was attracted to the runway by a giant magnet.
The door of the command center, which had already been cleared out, was pushed open, and a beautiful woman wearing a men's tunic suit and sword-shaped eyebrows walked in. She came straight to stand behind Li Hueyue and said, "Xuxu has already
You have successfully sneaked into the aircraft through the landing gear opening on the belly of the aircraft. It won't take long to control the situation. Can you still hold on? Do you need to ask him to speed up his movements?"
"Don't rush him." Li Huoyue's slightly drooped golden boy stared at the huge steel object trembling under the control of the 'Sword Control' on the tarmac and said, 'He is still a little inexperienced.
Xu'li's qualifications are also a bit lacking, and it's easy for him to make mistakes if he is pushed too hard. The current Five Clans don't like their subordinates to make mistakes."
"Qualifications and experience are not criteria that can completely judge a person's level, especially people like you and geniuses like you." The woman in the Chinese tunic suit said, "At the beginning, you were not considered a 'progressive', 'reckless' person in the eyes of others.
Did your "heroic" way establish your name as "Yue"? How come you are not allowed to be followed by others? You must know that Xuxu and Xiaosheng regard you as a great senior and role model to learn from.
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"He's still very young."
"I remember that you shone brightly in 'Langjuxu' and fought against all odds. When you first obtained the inheritance rights of 'Yue' as a branch of the family, you were only 14 years old and Xuxu was less than a week old.
You are now 16 years old. Compared with your career, you are considered a late bloomer." The woman in the Chinese tunic suit smiled lightly and took out a satellite phone from her pocket, "You really don't need me to urge him?
?Even if you, Sword Controller, want to control such a large machine for a long time, it will consume a lot of money, right?"
"Only dull 'Sword Control' users use brute force to control objects." Li Huanyue said, "As long as they control their skills, a 'Sword Control' user can easily control tens of thousands of times their own 'power'.
It should be mentioned in the 'True Meaning of Tai Chi: Borrowing Strength' that if you study it carefully, you won't worry about my physical strength at the risk of destroying the stability of the task."
"In terms of 'Tai Chi', Xuxu is better than you. I heard that he has been challenging the realm of seeing gods in 'Zhenyi·Geshan'. I remember that the record you set was 15 to 16."
, he can now fight 14-15, he is just one step behind you."
"A little difference is often a big difference," Li Hueyue said.
"So, in fact, the fact that you are trying so hard to slow down his pace is not a matter of so-called qualifications and experience. The special commissioners who came out of Langjuxu know very well that orthodoxy has always been an environment where ability is greater than qualifications." The woman in Mao suit said, "
Do you still feel that Xuxu’s character is too ‘overwhelming’?”
"He wants to prove himself too much, which is not a good thing." Li Huanyue said calmly, "Radicality is not a completely bad thing, but if it is to prove his worth and get the glory of honor, then he will always do it in this matter
Somersaulted."
"Even if his MSR (Missioe Mission Success Rate) in Lang Juxu is now, the term MSR is the inherent connection between Li Huoyue and the woman's system, just like the KDA in the mouth of game players) has surpassed you to become the first in history, you
Don’t you also recognize his strength?”
"His power of power is highly in line with all of Lang Juxu's needs. It's not surprising that MSR surpasses me."
"Actually, the main reason is that the failure of those missions related to the 'Dragon King' led to the death of your MSR leader. It's just bad luck."
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"Xuxu actually always wants to show his strength and progress. You know the reason." The woman in Mao suit said, "He regards you as a role model. He has regarded you as a target since he was a child, and he has followed you in Langjuxu.
I have been calling you 'sister' for a year and a half, but you have never agreed or paid attention to him. He must have been frustrated, unconvinced, and felt that something was wrong with him. Now that he is finally capable, it is natural.
He wants to try his best to earn back what he feels he has missed."
"He has never been short of anything. If we want to be honest, all he is short of is his mentality and the time to grow up." Li Huanyue said.
"That's true in your eyes, but in his eyes, he is indeed missing something." The woman in Mao suit said, "You know what this thing is."
"Boring self-esteem." Li Huanyue said slowly, with a slightly cold voice.
"It's recognition." said the woman in Chinese tunic suit.
"Needing approval from others is also caused by pride."
"It's up to you to understand it." The woman in Chinese tunic suit shook her head, "You are actually more concerned about this 'brother', aren't you? Otherwise, you wouldn't have asked us to put pressure on him and warn him not to act too hastily during every mission. But
The more you do this, the more he will feel that he is being underestimated, and the rebellious psychology is sometimes scary."
"A hybrid with the power of 'Yu Liu' in the power of his true words will never be willing to slow down." Li Huanyue said calmly, "So his character needs to be polished, and he is not calm enough."
"But after all, he is also the bright moon of the Sima clan. Your seemingly suppressive behavior has attracted the attention of the Sima family. Many people are growing dissatisfied with you and think that you are competing maliciously."
"I will pay attention." Li Huoyue's face was expressionless. She didn't care about the opinions of the outside world what the woman in Mao suit said.
"Then let's talk about Xiaosheng. Compared to Xuxu, you don't seem to pay much attention to his partner Xiaosheng. Your level of care for these two orthodox newcomers who are the most promising in the next ten years is simply two extremes."
"There is nothing wrong with her. Her character is very calm and cautious, and she is thorough in everything she does. In the words of the Zhao family, she is a child born with 'eight-faced and seven-apertured heart'." Li Huanyue said, "I have nothing to pay attention to her.
In my eyes, her stability is much better than that of Sima Xuxu, and she is not prone to trouble, so naturally I don’t need to pay too much attention to her."
"So do you admit that you have been worrying about Xuxu, your 'brother'?" The woman in Mao suit chuckled slightly, her sword eyebrows slightly raised, but she did not have the beauty of a heroine in military uniform. "Since you admit that you are worried about him, why do you always act coldly?
Face him face to face, or even deliberately avoid him? This will make the little boy who can't see his 'sister' very disappointed!"
"He's a little too noisy and annoying, and we can't get along. Compared to his affairs, how is the situation at Xiaosheng?" Li Hueyue changed the subject somewhat stiffly.
Before the woman in Chinese tunic suit could answer, her cell phone rang in her pocket. She took it out and glanced at the screen, then raised it to Li Hueyue, "I really can't explain."
The woman in Chinese tunic suit answered the phone and turned on the speakerphone. A gentle and polite voice immediately came from the other end of the phone, "Commander Department, this is Zhao Xinsheng, the special commissioner of Langjuxu. I have successfully subdued the suspect in the safe passage of the terminal.
, please send someone as soon as possible to carry out the subsequent detention and interrogation process."
"You did a good job, Xun Sheng. Are you injured? Do you need medical assistance?" asked the woman in Chinese tunic suit.
"Thank you, Commander Li, for your concern. I am not injured, but I still need medical assistance. The suspect broke one arm and four to six ribs in the sudden battle due to the fierce resistance. He may also have some injuries."
Some severe concussions and skull hemorrhages may require some emergency treatment to prevent the suspect's injuries from expanding and causing unnecessary trouble for subsequent interrogation staff." A gentle and polite voice said in an orderly manner.
"Commander has received it."
"In addition, a large-capacity time bomb and an airport map with an accurate time of 10:30 were found on the suspect. It is speculated that the suspect wants to accurately blow up a certain flight on the tarmac. I have followed the instructions of Wolf Habitat
Xu has dismantled the bomb using the explosive disposal knowledge provided by his internal training, and please prepare relevant follow-up treatment methods."
"Okay, EOD experts and medical staff will rush to the scene at the same time. Could you please help maintain order at the scene to prevent the suspect from waking up early and counterattack."
"Copy that." said the girl opposite, "Can I ask how the situation is over there in Xuxu?"
"No news yet, but there should be no problem."
"Yes." The other person said nothing more.
The woman in Chinese tunic suit hung up the phone and looked at Li Hueyue's back, "Okay, as you said, Xiao Sheng does have a lot of peace of mind."
She put her phone away in her pocket and looked at the Boeing 737, which was still standing still and was surrounded by the stalemates on the airport tarmac, "Then the only thing left is Xuxu. To be honest, it's okay that you didn't say those words before, but now it makes me
I was also a little worried that something might go wrong. After all, there were a lot of passengers on the plane. Maybe it would be safer to let Xiaosheng handle the situation here? But it's a pity that the special commissioner for this mission was directly appointed by the above.
Even Lang Juxu’s headquarters can’t fine-tune it.”
"" Li Hueyue said nothing. The sword-like shapes on his index and middle fingers were sharp and straight, and there was no trace of doubt or worry in those bright golden eyes.
"It's not easy to contact him now. I hope nothing happens." The woman in Chinese tunic suit walked to Li Chengyue's side and looked at the porthole of the Boeing 737.
"But with his power of power, it's just a task of preventing terrorism and riots. It's not easy to cause trouble."
At the same time, the woman in Mao suit looked out the window of the lowered Boeing 737, and the same line of sight was also cast out the window. A burly middle-aged man in a military green tactical vest patrolled coldly, holding an assault rifle that made everyone on the seat tremble.
Intimidated, he looked out the window from time to time with a stern face.
He was slowly patrolling the aisle. Judging from his appearance, he looked like a European. The edges and contours of his face were not very handsome, and he was more inclined to a neutral and soft Italian face. Every passenger on the seat lowered his head and raised his hands.
He placed it on the top of the seat in front of him as instructed. Every time he passed by, the passengers around him trembled like quail when they caught a glimpse of the circuits wrapped around his waistcoat and the detonator held tightly in his left hand.
It is said that Italians are romantic, and passengers have no doubt that this romantic Italian will give everyone a romantic enough fireworks show under extreme circumstances.
Although no violent bloodshed occurred during the hijacking, everyone knew that once the first drop of blood was shed in the future, most of the remaining blood would evaporate into dry, pitch-black blood clots in the heat and flames of the explosion.
People struggling in the flames will only embrace pain and despair.
The burly man wearing a bomb vest occasionally looked at the police cars and guns and cannons surrounded by the porthole windows, and then checked the time displayed on the tactical watch on his wrist. Anxiety and uneasiness flashed in his eyes.
"Have you figured out what's going on?" He pressed the walkie-talkie button on his tactical vest and said slowly, "We don't have much time. We need to take off as soon as possible. If we are late, we will die."
"Don't rush! I'm already trying to find a way to take off! There seems to be something wrong with this plane. Are you sure someone outside didn't use a tow truck to hang the plane? I pushed the engine to death and couldn't take off! The plane kept reminding me that it was overloaded!
A quarter of the oil in the chassis has been burned!" In the captain's cabin on the other end of the intercom, the man's companion sounded irritable, confused and angry about the current stalemate.
"I don't mean to rush you anymore, I'm just telling you that we are almost late now." The man replied coldly, "You know how our superiors do things. If we fail, we will die."
"I know! I know! Don't rush me! Don't rush me! Instead of this, you can find a way to check the rear cabin. There is an abnormality in the landing gear compartment in the captain's cabin. Go and see if someone has gotten in!"
shouted anxiously on the intercom.
The man was somewhat fed up with his companion's tactical prowess, but the situation prevented him from making a better choice for his partner, so he could only frown and think of a way to solve the current problem.
The abnormality in the landing gear compartment was enough for him to pay attention to it. According to the warning of the person who gave them orders, the enemies they might encounter during the operation were all the elites of the elite, ruthless and ruthless, and they deserved to be mentioned 100% of the time.
alert.
The man glanced at the silent passengers in the cabin and said in as calm a tone as possible and in Mandarin, "Now I have to solve some minor problems. I hope no one will act like a hero and come out to make some fanfare when I leave."
Sexual words, as soon as I find someone trying to open the hatch, I will not hesitate to detonate a bomb."
No one said anything, and no one dared to bet. The emergency hatch lever, which was the safest bet, had been sealed with cement when the hijacking occurred. The professionalism and efficiency made every passenger feel that it was difficult to resist.
of despair.
After the man finished his intimidating speech, he lowered his head and walked quickly towards the landing gear compartment in the belly of the aircraft. But just as he reached the compartment between first class and economy class, he suddenly stopped.
The burly man leaned down without warning, his eyes lit up with a golden color, and he stared at the blue curtain of the compartment. He clearly remembered that he had opened this curtain with his own hands before.
In order to observe the situation of the front and rear cabins unobstructed.
The man's gaze gradually downwards, towards the end of the blue curtain of the compartment. There, he saw a pair of shoes, a pair of white men's sneakers, size 42 visually, with rubber soles. He didn't recognize the brand, at least it was Italian.
You can’t see this trendy brand like Chernobyl prison.
With the light in the cabin, the shadow of the man wearing white sneakers in the compartment was also cast on the curtain. He was about a little over 1.7 meters tall. His figure could not be said to be thin or strong, but he looked
The bones and shoulder width should be that of a boy, standing quietly and not moving, facing the aisle.
Were the passengers in the cabin so bold that they got off their seats?
He was unsure, but would never misjudge the danger of the situation.
"Who?" the man asked.
"Guest." The person behind the curtain said, his voice was a little childish, like a boy.
"This plane no longer accepts any guests." The man said in a low voice.
"This is really disappointing. I thought you terrorists were quite hospitable." The boy behind the curtain said dejectedly.
"I ask again, who are you? How did you get on the plane?"
"Guests," the boy replied again, "just uninvited guests."
"I have a detonator in my hand, which is connected to the polymer-bonded explosive on my body. Once detonated, it can instantly turn the plane into a fireball." The man said in a low voice, "I don't know who you are. If you don't want to be with me,
All the people on the plane were killed together, opened the curtains, lay down on the ground and surrendered."
no answer.
The atmosphere is on the verge of breaking out.
But the man saw the figure of the boy behind the curtain raising his right hand. On the projection of the curtain, his index finger and middle finger stood side by side in the shape of a sword, straight and sharp.
But at this moment, his movements suddenly paused, "Well, before I do anything, a simple question, which hand is your hand holding the detonator?"
"Varied"
"Forget it, I'm sorry, I'm stupid. If it were Sister Huoyue, I wouldn't talk so much." He sighed.
A realm was silently released, as gentle as jade, covering the entire Boeing 737.
The alarm bells rang in his mind, and the man shrunk and wanted to retreat. At the same time, he subconsciously looked at his left hand holding the detonator, but he didn't see his left hand in this hasty glance.
His left arm disappeared from the elbow down at some point, leaving only a cut that was bleeding silently. It was neat and clean, and a textbook-like cross-section of bones and nerves could be seen in the cross-section.
Before the severe pain could reach his nerve endings, the man turned around stiffly and saw in the aisle not far behind him, the immature boy wearing a white large T-shirt and jeans with a beautiful ponytail. The man held a handful in his left hand.
A straight bronze sword with graceful arcs and grids. His right hand is holding a half of his arm that is holding the detonator tightly.
This slightly immature boy seems to be still studying how to safely pry open his still dead fingers to remove the detonator. He may be worried about the detonation structure, so he is a little restrained. The passengers on the side look at this scene dumbfounded.
Know whether to scream or cry!
"Oh, don't worry." The boy noticed the beautiful female passenger next to him who was about to cry, and comforted him somewhat helplessly, "Even if it really explodes, I will take you out safely!"
The man with an amputated arm in the aisle clasped the assault rifle hanging on his chest with his right hand. The moment he made a move, the boy had already raised his head. His gentle expression gradually became firmer and colder. He held the bronze straight sword in his hand and said, "I promise.
You will definitely lead all of you to evacuate safely!"
He held the ring of the straight sword with his index finger and middle finger and raised the sword again, and the hole shone with a dazzling golden light.
"Truth Word·Jade Leak."
On the tower, a woman in a Chinese tunic suit had pale eyes, looking at the huge field that enveloped the plane. "I heard that the secret party has different names for this power that only has the 'gan' position. It seems quite appropriate."